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... and taking charge of the operations personally. He stared at the video monitor while slowly sliding two buttons upward.
"Five."
"Four."
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"Cut! We're done!"
The Spring Festival Gala's live broadcast signal was cut.
Exhausted, Zhang Ye plucked out the earpiece and threw it onto the table. He heaved a long sigh of relief with a smile on his face before turning his head to everyone and saying, "It has ended!" The broadcast signal ...
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