Chapter 363

Cctv headquarters is located in the central business district of Beijing, including CCTV Headquarters building, TV culture center, service building and Celebration Square.

I came out of Shanshui community, sat in Lang Wenxing's usual Mercedes Benz big G, and drove for a full hour under the condition of paving the road in the University before finally arriving at the place.

Only when they entered the CCTV Headquarters, the armed police on guard outside stopped them directly.

In addition to the staff of CCTV, the armed police on guard will only put people in if they show their work permits or temporary passes with photos.

Liu Zixia, sitting in the back seat, called Harwin and told him the situation.

After 10 minutes, a young man in a thick down jacket, looking only in his 20s and wearing a pair of large frame glasses, ran out and explained the situation to the armed police, and took Liu Zixia's car in.

The door of CCTV building is already full of people, most of them are reporters from major TV stations, websites and newspapers.

These reporters were all let in by Harwin.

According to her meaning, what she wants is this kind of mysterious feeling. When I see the stars and artists coming to the final election, I don't tell you whose program is selected.

Guess it, you guys!

Nearly 200 reporters have blocked the gate of the meeting, leaving only a small path for the staff and the star artists who came to participate in the final selection of the Spring Festival Gala.

In the two hours they have been here, many star artists have come.

Zizi!

The sound of the emergency brake rang, but a trident stopped at the door of the CCTV building. Then a young woman in a black cheongsam and a mink coat came out of the co driver's seat.

The young woman looks like she is thirty-four or fifteen years old, but her facial features are still pretty, but her makeup is a little exaggerated, her lips are as red as roses.

As soon as she got out of the car and walked along the path of the building, a smile appeared on the young woman's face, and she also waved to the reporters on both sides of the passage.

As soon as the reporters saw the young woman, they immediately became excited. The camera in their hands "click, click" to take photos. For a moment, the flash light lit up the sky.

"You see, isn't that Qi Xiaowei? I didn't expect her to come to the final adjudication of today's Spring Festival Gala. "

"Of course, Qi Xiaowei is a singer. It's normal for her to come."

"It's said that he and Li Zongxuan of bangziguo have a love affair. Is it true..."

Journalists are also gossipy, pressing cameras on their hands and mumbling in their mouths.

The voice of their discussion is not big, but to sum up, there are only two meanings, one is to participate in the Spring Festival Gala, the other is about her love.

Listening to the voices of the people around her, and seeing the cameras of the reporters flickering, and some reporters rushing to hand over the microphone, the smile on Qi Xiaowei's face is more brilliant.

If you want to be successful in the entertainment industry, you have to have exposure.

No matter it's good news, for example, I've donated money to participate in charity activities, and I've produced some new works; Or some bad news, who have affairs with, what scandals... These are the exposure rates.

Qi Xiaowei herself is just a person at the end of a second-line artist. She has uploaded a few songs to Panda Music, and she has only got a 3-cloud singer. If she doesn't have a pop point, she can't go on climbing.

So the exposure that she is shortlisted for the final election of the Spring Festival Gala program is an opportunity for her. Even if she fails in the final election, she can improve her popularity. Why not?

With this in mind, Qi Xiaowei will take the microphone from a reporter and answer their questions.

It's better to expose his love affair with Li Zongxuan again, so that the exposure rate will be higher.

Patta!

At this time, in the place where Qi Xiaowei just got off, another car came.

This car looks very low-key. It's a black Mercedes Benz big G, with a million at most, far less than Qi Xiaowei's millions of Trident.

But the two people who came down from the back seat attracted the eyes of the reporters in an instant.

Originally carrying cameras, holding digital cameras, holding microphones, the reporters, like crazy, took the initiative to run in the direction of Mercedes Benz big G parking.

This is different from the action of waiting for Qi Xiaowei on both sides.

Qi Xiaowei, who has already reached half of her hand, was stunned when she saw the reporters' actions. Then she looked for a voice with anger and indignation.

What a good chance of exposure! She lost it. She had to see who broke her good deed!

But under this look, she lost her temper instantly!

Lang Wenxing, Liu Zixia!

One is the president of Wenxing entertainment media group, one of the top media groups in the entertainment industry, and the other is a famous Chinese singer and writer.

These two people are bigger than her. She can't stir anyone up. She can only watch the reporters around and stare!

Some reporters were surprised. After all, they never heard of Liu Zixia going to the Spring Festival Gala.

The rest of the reporters know that, after all, they know something about the activity on the official website of CCTV Spring Festival Gala. There is no accident that Liu Zixia appears here.

But Liu Zixia is a powerful singer of China's rightful popularity. Naturally, these reporters have a lot of words to interview them.

Liu Zixia, who had just got off the bus, was more or less surprised to see so many reporters with long guns and short guns around him.

The door of CCTV Headquarters is so hard to enter. How did these reporters get in?

Is Chengdu the reporters of CCTV channels?

At this time, a team of special police suddenly rushed out of the building and came to Liu Zixia and Lang Wenxing to maintain order.

Liu Zixia dragged Lang Wenxing into the CCTV building like a gust of wind.

After entering the CCTV building, a stream of hot air came to my face, which formed a sharp contrast with the snowy sky outside. It was a double day of ice and fire.

Take off the thick down jacket and put it in the clothes bag. Even if you only wear a casual suit, you still feel very hot.

The staff member who just led Liu Zixia in also ran in and said, "Mr. Liu, you are very popular."

He experienced the scene himself.

If it wasn't for his cleverness, he ran into the building and called out the patrolling special police. I'm afraid Liu Zixia and the two of them are still pestering with the reporters.

"Journalists are a little more enthusiastic." Liu Zixia was helpless.

"Mr. Liu, it's 9:30. Shall I take you to the scene of the final adjudication?" The staff showed their understanding and then said, "Mr. Lang, CCTV 6 sets are on the 12th floor. Do you know each other?"

Lang Wenxing waved his hand and said, "if you go your way, leave me alone."

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In the CCTV building, there are almost one channel on each floor. According to the program of the channel, it is divided into many areas, such as news area, interview area, rehearsal area

But there is one area, which is the floor shared by all channels, and that is the studio area.

For the sake of sound insulation, convenience, etc., the studio hall of CCTV building is mainly on the 17th and 18th floors.

Therefore, Liu Zixia followed the director Xiaomiao, who was just behind the staff member, and took the elevator directly to the 18th floor.

As the Spring Festival is approaching, several program recording groups have been set up in CCTV building at the same time, such as music studio, drama studio and children's studio, all of which are engaged in intense program recording.

They, the star artists, have a rest in the public hall in the center of the floor, and then the director of each channel comes here with a small loudspeaker to shout: which gentleman or lady, what number of studio to go to

So when Liu Zixia walked in the public hall on the 18th floor, he saw groups of dancers, instrumentalists, stars... Shuttling back and forth in the public hall on the 18th floor. Everything was in a mess.

For example: some singers in costumes, wearing earphones, are singing; Dancers also spin and jump in relatively open places; Instrumentalists, take the staff and remember

There are even some bear children in uniform, running wantonly in the hall, one by one sliding hands, can not grasp.

Liu Zixia looked around, and his eyes were almost dazzled.

Don't get me wrong, Liu Zixia is not a man who can't walk when he sees a woman. The reason why he is so dazzled is that he sees a lot of star artists who are similar to his previous life.

Some of them are friends with Liu Zixia.

Xiao Miao is not surprised. He leads Liu Zixia all the way in. When he comes to a room marked "rest room", he stops.

Dong Dong!

After knocking on the door, a middle-aged man wearing a red Zhongshan suit with gold rims and a pair of gold glasses on the bridge of his nose pushed the door open with a puzzled look on his face.

"Mr. Jin, ha Dao said to send Mr. Liu here first." Xiaomiao and the middle-aged man said, "is old Hua in it?"

"Mr. Liu?" Mr. Jin turned his head and looked at Liu Zixia.

Because of the experience in front of the CCTV building, Liu Zixia was still in fear.

So after entering the building, he simply put on the mask again. Seeing that Mr. Jin turned his head, he took off the mask.

Liu Zixia's appearance doesn't matter. Teacher Jin was stunned for a moment, and then surprised: "Liu Zixia, you are Liu Zixia, aren't you?"

The voice of Mr. Jin roared out, hoping that it would spread two Li.

Originally in the public hall, those stars and artists who were preparing to perform, followed the voice and turned to look over.

A few people who were closer to this side even raised their feet and walked towards it.

"Jinmiao, what are you barking about? Ah? Zixia is coming. Come on in. "

At this time, Hua Chunsheng, also dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, pulled Mr. Jin aside and let Liu Zixia into the room, saying: "Xiaomiao, thank you."

"Mr. Hua, you're welcome. If there's nothing wrong, I'll go first."

When Xiao Miao saw that someone had come to the public hall, he helped old Hua to close the door.