The Spring Festival Gala comes to a close!

At Central TV.

Broadcasting Studio 1, production control room.

All of the staff members were holding their breath.

Zhang Ye was seated in the command position with an earpiece on 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.