CHAPTER 449: CHAPTER 449: SHORT-HANDED

Back in the office, Chen Bin slammed a fist onto the desk, appearing extremely angry.

"Lan, just you wait. Once I’m back on my feet, I won’t let you have it easy!"

The reason he had Lan Hui issue the announcement was to prevent anyone from sabotaging things.

Now it seemed that things weren’t as easy as imagined.

However, once his anger subsided, Chen Bin began pondering over organizing the Spring Festival Gala again.

It’s just a pity that there’s no one, no money, and not even a rough idea.

To pull off such a large event in just two months seemed almost impossible.

Three days flew by, and Chen Bin still had no clue, looking utterly frantic.

Back home, Zhao Xinmei looked at him with great concern.

After pouring him a glass of water, she began to gently massage him.

"Xiao Bin, what’s really going on with you?"

Holding Zhao Xinmei in his arms, smelling the familiar fragrance, his tense mood finally eased.

"Sigh, the station manager wants me to organize the Spring Festival Gala on New Year’s Eve, but I have no direction at all."

As the deputy editor of music at the city TV station, Zhao Xinmei shared her thoughts.

"I think you could watch the country’s Spring Festival Galas over the years to have a template in mind. Then conduct a survey to see what the public likes to watch; this will increase the chances of success."

Hearing this, Chen Bin’s eyes immediately lit up.

With this general direction, his mood improved significantly.

He gave a strong kiss on Zhao Xinmei’s beautiful cheek.

"Mom, I really can’t thank you enough!"

Seeing Chen Bin’s excited look, Zhao Xinmei also broke into a smile.

"Remember to expand the scale when doing the survey. Understand what the public likes, and it also serves as free advertising."

"That’s a great idea! Mom, if this Gala turns out well, at least half the credit goes to you."

Teasingly poking Chen Bin’s head, Zhao Xinmei smiled and replied.

"You really know how to flatter me."

The next day, after preparing the questions for the survey, Chen Bin sought out Fan Sheng.

He asked him to help create a QR code to compile all these questions together.

Immediately, during the TV station’s advertisement period, he explained the purpose of the QR code and the survey.

Lan Hui, upon learning about this, was quite surprised.

However, in her view, what Chen Bin was doing was utterly pointless.

After all, with so many viewers, how could he possibly cater to everyone’s tastes?

On the day the advertisement was released, Chen Bin received a lot of feedback.

The vast majority of people gave very earnest suggestions, with only a few deliberately causing trouble.

Despite being very busy looking at these survey results, Chen Bin was incredibly happy.

Because with these, he had more clues to follow.

About a week later, he roughly understood the audience’s preferences.

However, as the TV station is the government’s mouthpiece, it naturally cannot be devoid of political color.

Chen Bin soon received a special document issued by the Provincial Committee Propaganda Department.

It listed several suggestions for him to reflect on during the Gala.

With a general direction in mind, Chen Bin sharply focused on planning the Spring Festival Gala.

Writing, revising, and then writing again, he sat at the desk for several days.

After completing the plan, he printed it out using a printer.

Lan Hui was astonished when she saw it.

"Did you write this?"

She could hardly believe that such an imaginative plan had been created by Chen Bin.

"Of course!"

Seeing Chen Bin’s expressionless face, a slight smirk flashed across Lan Hui’s face.

"Chen Tai is indeed young and capable, but coming up with a plan doesn’t guarantee you can execute it well. There’s less than two months until New Year’s Eve, you’d better hurry."

After all, Chen Bin currently lacked shows, funds, and resources.

In Lan Hui’s opinion, there was no way he could successfully manage the Spring Festival Gala.

In the following days, Chen Bin began preparing shows and the production team.

A large-scale Gala typically consists of songs, dances, and language-based programs.

Now that Chen Bin knew what kind of programs he needed, he began issuing invitations to song and dance troupes across the province in a prompt-based format.

And he promised generous remuneration if they were selected.

The invited units were very enthusiastic upon learning they could appear on the Provincial TV Station.

Overall, the preparation of programs went relatively smoothly, but building the Spring Festival Gala crew became very troublesome.

Since Lan Hui was obstructing from within, the number of people Chen Bin could choose from was too limited.

Especially for stage design and the stage director – there was really no one suitable.

Upon learning about this, Shen Xue offered a suggestion.

"Why don’t you contact Tianhai City TV Station to see if they’d be willing to help?"

This idea struck Chen Bin as a good one, and he hurriedly asked, "Do you know anyone at the city station?"

"I know a second-in-command there, he’s the father of my college classmate. Why don’t you try reaching out to him?"

"Okay, can you help arrange a meeting? The sooner we finalize this, the better."

Soon, Shen Xue contacted Yan Liang, the deputy director of Tianhai City TV Station.

Yan Liang had already heard of Chen Bin’s reputation and held a good impression of the young man.

So he immediately agreed.

After work in the evening, the three met in an upscale restaurant in the city.

Yan Liang was quite amiable, engaging in mutual flattery with Chen Bin upon first meeting.

Midway through the meal, Chen Bin gradually began to speak.

"Director Yan, are you aware that our province is planning to hold the Spring Festival Gala on New Year’s Eve?"

Putting down his chopsticks, Yan Liang nodded.

"Of course, I know this. Our provincial station has never organized a Spring Festival Gala before."

"Well, I’m the general director for this, but I’m facing some difficulties and want to borrow some staff from your station."

Hearing this, Yan Liang looked a little puzzled.

"From what I know, your provincial station is the least short of people, how come you’re short-staffed?"

"Oh, this is a long story, but you must help me."

Frowning slightly, Yan Liang’s face gradually turned grim.

"If I were the Director, I would fully support you, but now I’m just the second-in-command, and I have to consult the Director."

Seeing that Yan Liang was willing to help, Chen Bin quickly raised his glass.

"Director Yan, I can’t thank you enough. Whether or not this works out, I’ll remember your kindness!"

The following morning, as soon as Yan Liang arrived at the City TV Station, he went straight to the Director’s office.

"Director Ni, the Provincial Station is organizing a Spring Festival Gala, and they want to borrow a few people from us. Is that okay?"

Eyes widening in surprise, Ni Bo seemed quite shocked.

"The Provincial Station is the least short of people, why would they come to borrow from us?"

"I’m not entirely sure of the specifics, but Chen Bin, who’s in charge of the Gala, has already contacted me, saying they’re really short-staffed."

"Okay, you go ahead for now. I need to think about this seriously."

As soon as Yan Liang left, Ni Bo immediately dialed Lan Hui’s number.

After relaying the request from Chen Bin to borrow people, Lan Hui let out a cold laugh.

"He went to your city station to borrow people? How amusing!"