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late at night.

Li Guoming is still at a loss for the Spring Festival Gala skit.

Just after Li Guoming planned to watch a few more sketches and see if there were any suitable scripts, he received a call.

After receiving this call, Li Guoming, who was already at a loss, became excited instantly and felt that the smog that had covered his head these days had completely dissipated.

This call was an overseas long-distance call, and it was called by Zhao Chunshui.

"Director Li."

"Hello, Teacher Zhao, you..."

"I changed my mind. I took this year's Spring Festival Gala."

"Ah, thank you, thank you very much. By the way, I want to ask, why did you suddenly..."

"Haha, I met an interesting little brother in the hospital. This little brother wrote me a script that I couldn't resist..."

"Little brother?"

"Oh, by the way, you should know this little brother. It's Chu Qing, yes, the one who sang the dragon last year..."

"Aoko? Damn, this..."

"Okay, I won't say much. I've bought a plane ticket. I have to contact someone to rehearse immediately, otherwise it would be a waste..."

“…”

When Li Guoming hung up the phone, Li Guoming slapped himself hard.

"Bang!"

Yes, it was so loud that it was so painful, and it was heart-wrenching pain...

This is not a dream!

This is true.

But, damn.

Can Qingzi write sketch scripts?

Is it so powerful?
Chapter completed!