Li Zhifan wrote abbreviations on the whiteboard one by one. The last whiteboard was almost impossible to write down, so he knocked on the table and said, "Okay, everyone is quiet!"

In an instant, the audience was silent and everyone sat down instantly.

Just like a student attending class.

Li Zhifan pointed to the words on the whiteboard and said, "This is the problem that we can see. Some problems are very small, some problems are very big, some you say they are indispensable, and some you say they are forced, but here I want to tell you that the program we are going to do this time, there are no above problems!"

"ah?"

"Impossible!"

"Not these, then what do we do?"

"Yes! It's okay to say that you didn't design fixed lines for the guests, but you won't even have a plot. What kind of variety shows are there? There's a routine for singing talent shows."

"Yes! If our implanted advertisements are gone, how can we sell them for money?"

“…”

Hearing the following rebuttals, Li Zhifan clapped his hands: "Listen to me, I mean that we don't mean that we shouldn't design. Let the guests imagine that they want to form a CP and CP, and they want to wear a character, and the story plot and game rules are like this, but the guests can do whatever they want in the program. As long as they can achieve the final goal, it doesn't matter if the studio is demolished. It's just two words: nonsense!"

"Nothing?"

This time, even Huang Tianhai was stunned. Although he felt that it was not practical for Li Zhifan to solve these problems, he was very ideal, but when he heard what he said later, he was speechless.

If you make a fool of yourself, what variety shows are you doing?

So wouldn’t it be better to ask a bunch of celebrities to lock them in a house and let them play?

Li Zhifan took out the planning plan he had prepared and handed it to the assistant beside him: "Go and print it, and each person will send one."
Chapter completed!