Capital city, Central Television headquarters.
Yang Ping was pacing in distress.
He was the chief director of this year's Lantern Festival gala.
Originally, all the programs had been arranged properly.
But who would have thought, the singer scheduled to close the show was found guilty of serious crimes.
Moreover, the new song prepared especially for this Lantern Festival was also found to have subtly improper guidance.
This left Yang Ping completely dumbfounded.
The most important singer and song had both run into trouble.
With just over ten days left until the Lantern Festival.
Yang Ping had no choice but to activate all his connections to find a suitable singer and new song.
If he messed up this Lantern Festival gala, he might as well resign and leave.
"What is all this rubbish?"
Yang Ping had reviewed all the submitted songs.
If the melody wasn't the problem, then the lyrics were lousy.
After reviewing them, Yang Ping felt even more dejected.
