Ye Qian was speechless and rolled her eyes at the Master: "Okay, okay, okay, I'll go now."

"The chief planner writes your name at that time, and the chief director writes your name too. You only need to help us advisers, and you don't need to do anything for a long time. Go quickly."

Yes, what a good opportunity to win both fame and fortune, but she was still led by the nose and couldn't refuse. She was so angry: "Hmph." She turned around and left the conference room with Xiao Wang.

It was said that it was the computer used by Xiao Zhang. In fact, this TV is public, but only Xiao Zhang can use it. Xiao Wang brought Ye Qian to the computer. Xiao Zhang was not on the TV like this, so he asked Ye Qian to sit down first, "Director Ye, you know how to do it yourself, I don't know how to do it."

"Yes, there is a printer, I don't have it, you can't print it." Ye Qian said while looking around to find the printer.

Xiao Wang nodded quickly and said, "Yes, some, there are all these in the station, just write them with confidence."

Ye Qian said she could use a computer, but no one else had seen it before. How expensive is the computer now. She was afraid that Ye Qian would break the computer by lies, so she didn't dare to leave for a moment. Xiao Zhang also came back at this time. Naturally, he knew Ye Qian as well. Seeing Ye Qian sitting here, he asked: "Director Ye, do you want to use a computer? Do you need my help?"

Ye Qian looked up at the man and said, "No, I can use the computer."

Nowadays, not only computers are very old-fashioned, but the system is also very old-fashioned. She always typed the Wubi input method, but according to her understanding, Wubi seemed to be invented in 1983, and then the 86 and 98 versions commonly used in later generations were immediately available. However, she used the Wubi input method of walking the dog, which means that you can type Wubi or mix the pinyin. Words that cannot be typed are directly typed in pinyin, and there is no need to switch at all. But in 1982, this computer does not have Wubi.

Ye Qian clicked on the input method and looked at it. Fortunately, she didn't forget the pinyin. She typed quickly and could use any type.

Ye Qian created a folder on the computer desktop, then created a text inside, and then started writing.

For her now, this kind of small plot is completely easy to use. She only needs to form a frame in her mind, and her hands and keyboard can type in a crackling manner, effortless.

The mechanic of Ye Qian's keyboard typing attracted many colleagues working around her. Everyone thought she was typing randomly, but Xiao Wang and Xiao Zhang, who were standing behind her, were stunned and could not even close their mouths. After a while, Xiao Zhang said: "Director Ye, you are typing too fast. You look like you are typing often."

"Yes, I always use a computer to write scripts now. After all, writing is too slow."

But the computer is used in later generations, and she has always been typing blindly and talks to Xiao Zhang, but her hands have not stopped.

Xiao Zhang found a stool and sat down next to Ye Qian. Xiao Wang was unwilling to leave. The office staff didn't know that Xiao Zhang could use the computer. He was praising Ye Qian. If he was really typing, then everyone gathered around and stood behind him one by one to look at Ye Qian's hand speed, and said, "Wow..., wow..."

Ye Qian was not affected at all, and she still wrote whatever she should write. In the past, she was influenced by Gu Jinyan when she wrote novels. As long as he wandered around her, she would not have the intention to write again. But hasn’t she practiced it later? She can have several uses for her own heart.

So technological progress benefits mankind. Ye Qian wrote a script during lunch time. Then he followed the staff to the TV station's canteen. Compared with their company's canteen, it is not inferior. There are rice, vegetables, soup, and fruits. Isn't it just that the treatment is good? Ye Qian and her company just give one more glass of juice.

Ye Qian was having lunch happily, and the director sat opposite her and watched the script completed in the morning. She knew exactly what format the script should be in. She had made so many movies. Compared with movies, the scene design of this kind of small-unit drama is much simpler. Ye Qian doesn't need to think too much about the storyboard, so she doesn't have to worry about it too much.

The director eats, watches and laughs. As a unit drama, it focuses on life, relaxed and funny. It does not require too complicated things or too much emotional involvement. Otherwise, it will be difficult to shoot for a long year.

"When I write some other forms in the afternoon, you can just follow my pattern. The editors in the actors' lines are better than me, and they know how to write them themselves." Ye Qian said after drying the soup in the bowl.

"Okay, OK." The director nodded with satisfaction, then looked up at Ye Qian and asked, "Are you busy lately?"

Are you busy?

Are you here or not?

This kind of words in the past life are most afraid of seeing them, and in this life are most afraid of hearing them. Whether or not you are busy or not, you are just asking you for something. Ye Qian doesn't want to hear them. She pursed her lips and wanted to run away with the bowl. She was taken down by the master, "Wait first."

Ye Qian put down her hands holding the plates on both sides, covered her ears, shook her head and said, "I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen."

How resistant and so artificial, Ye Qian wanted to give herself a slap, but she knew that Master was definitely not good, and she didn't have any good intentions. She didn't want to hear a word, just wanted to disgust Master, and then let her go, but things went against her wishes, "Listen to me."

The director was not disgusted by Ye Qian at all, and even pulled her hand down and said solemnly: "The station plans to hold a party during the Chinese New Year, invite some celebrity performers, and then broadcast live on TV to celebrate the New Year with everyone."

After hearing the Master's words, Ye Qian was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, she asked: "Spring Festival Gala?"

Yeah?

Yes.

If she remembered correctly, it seems that the Spring Festival Gala started in 1983. What does the Director mean? Could it be what she thought.

"Spring Festival Gala? Alas, this word is very suitable." The Master nodded and said that she was very satisfied.

"If that's not the full name, it's called the Spring Festival Gala." Ye Qian was a little confused and didn't even come back to her senses.

"Yes, it's very festive and very ritualistic."

It's a big deal. She still named her during the Spring Festival Gala. Wait, no, what does Master mean? It's not... She thought so.

Ye Qian continued to look at Director Daughter without saying a word. Director Daughter was very satisfied with Ye Qian's expression, "This is the first party in Taiwan. I want to leave this to you. This is a very meaningful program for our Director Daughter. If it is done well, it will be held every year in the future. Well, the Spring Festival Gala will be with you for the New Year."
Chapter completed!