14 years time difference

Chapter 51 13-1

"We just received the ratings report this morning. Jincheng's top [-] to [-] ratings are almost the same as the average ratings of the finals in certain divisions." The man who spoke distributed the stack of documents in his hand to everyone, his expression Excited, "Sister He's policy is correct. Letting popular contestants appear on the PK station and increase the dramatic effect of the show is an effective means to stimulate the ratings."

Li Miaomiao sat at the end of the long conference table, secretly turning the ballpoint pen in his hand under the table.

Another younger staff member said: "But we almost lost a potential player who should have gone further."

With his legs crossed, Zhu He clicked through the data on the paper with his beautiful sparkling diamond manicure.

She said: "Risks and opportunities always coexist. After the effective exposure of this episode of the program, in the public opinion poll we cooperated with the local forum, the popularity index of Dusi people has risen to the number one favorite in the Jincheng singing area. Even if the situation is worse Worse, some sacrifices are unavoidable in order to maximize the benefits. Besides, in the following schedule, we can screen the candidates for the public judges in advance."

"You mean, vote manipulation?"

Zhu He smiled.

"Confirming voting intentions in advance is not called manipulating votes."

"Is this against the fairness of the competition? To put it bluntly, it is to deceive the audience."

"If players with higher commercial value are allowed to be eliminated, wouldn't it be more unfair? We screen out more high-quality players and provide the audience with more interesting program content. This is a win-win direction. Let things Random development, I think it is impossible for your program group to approve such a policy of doing nothing, right?"

Seeing the smoke getting thicker, the big producer interjected: "I agree with Sister He's idea."

Zhu He smiled sweetly.She has won again.

Li Miaomiao stopped turning the pen.

In just over a month of working with Zhu He, she has gradually become accustomed to the young boss's behavior style, which is bold and even almost unscrupulous.Zhu He is not very old, she is 33 years old, but people who know her in the industry, regardless of her age, call her Sister He. Pick out the most appropriate mask in seconds.

She regards life as a drama, and everyone around her wants to be an actor with her.

The staff of the TV station continued the content of the meeting: "Now the popularity of the program is growing visible to the naked eye, and the echelon of popular players has begun to take shape. Recently, advertisers from various channels have sent a lot of invitations to the station. In terms of player brokerage and management, we I hope that I love this place can fully take over as soon as possible, cooperate with the progress of the program, and do some packaging and publicity."

Zhu Heying said: "Our team is ready at any time. In addition, we hope to make some adjustments regarding the signing of players. Before the start of the national competition, all the top ten players in the country must first sign a brokerage contract."

Li Miaomiao accidentally flipped the pen cap to the ground.She said sorry softly, then bent to pick it up.

Like everyone else here, it was the first time she heard the so-called "adjustment" advocated by Zhu He.

The producer was puzzled: "When we signed the cooperation case before, we talked with the vice president of your company, Wang, and told us that the plan was: your company only confirms the top three players, four to ten players, and then makes a two-way selection after the competition is over. Mr. Wang believes that the brokerage business of culture-loving artists has just started, and for the time being, resources need to be concentrated on top seed artists..."

Zhu He interrupted him: "The plan needs to be updated according to the situation, and I will take care of Mr. Wang's side. Now that the show is so good, when the game is over, the major brokerage companies will definitely enter the arena to snatch people. When the situation is out of control, the station will Surely you don’t want to do dowry for others in vain, do you? Sign the contestants to us, if there is any need for cooperation in Taiwan, we will definitely cooperate deeply and give priority to the focus of the artist’s work. In the next ten years or even decades, we will join hands. We will definitely be able to create an idol superstar that is not inferior to the little heavenly kings of Hong Kong and Taiwan."

"Of course. We chose to cooperate with your company, and we also hope to cultivate a group of new kings who will cooperate in depth. How do you want us to cooperate with this adjustment?"

"It's very simple. Before the finalists, we will communicate with the contestants first. For contestants who are unwilling to sign, I hope the program group can arrange early elimination."

At the end of the meeting, Li Miaomiao and another colleague followed Zhu He out of the TV station building.

cloudy day.

While putting on his sunglasses, Zhu He instructed, "Ah Huang, please help me change my ticket. I need to go see Mr. Wang first."

She turned her head and called Li Miaomiao: "Sanshui, please make an appointment with me as a player's agent, and just write down the deadline..."

She stretched out her index finger studded with bright diamonds, and tapped the air.

"ten years."

"Come on, let's talk about this composition next time. The topic this time is still the semi-propositional style we are familiar with, right? "Ten Years Later, I--", this topic has a trap of reviewing questions, everyone pay attention, the topic The required writing subject is 'I'..."

The electric fan and the voice of the Chinese teacher buzzed in the classroom together.Zhang Wen turned around from the front table, wanting to grab Lin Zhique's examination papers spread out on the table, he whispered: "Let's exchange, let me see yours."

"No change."

Lin Zhique pressed the test paper with his wrist.

"What about some students..."

Zhang Wen reached out to grab it.

Lin Zhique stretched out his foot and kicked forward, causing Zhang Wen to almost fall off the chair.

The Chinese teacher shouted: "Lin Zhique, Zhang Wen, what are you doing? You two have difficulty in composition, why don't you listen well?" She walked over and grabbed Lin Zhique's paper from the table, "You are good at all subjects, just The composition is poor, make up for this weak point, and help the class compete for the top five in the grade at the end of the semester! Look at what you wrote this time, it is a serious mistake in the subject—ten years later, human beings will be extinct—" There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and the teacher threw the paper back on the table, "I think your brain is also extinct along with human beings!"

Zhang Wen laughed especially ecstatically. The teacher turned around and glared at him: "Don't laugh, stand up and read to everyone how you wrote."

He stood up reluctantly, his dirty and wrinkled white school uniform was too big, drooping like himself, he was stared at by the teacher a few times, and finally he made up his mind and read aloud: "Ten years later, We are friends, and we can still greet each other, but that kind of tenderness, there is no reason to hug anymore..."

With a crisp sound, the teacher slammed Zhang Wen's head with the test booklet in his hand.

"Why don't you sing it?"

Laugh out loud.

Lin Zhique was half lying on the table, and laughed for a while. She looked down and caught a glimpse of her own composition: Ten years later, human beings are extinct, and the earth's ecology destroyed by humans is slowly healing itself ...

God knows she is really looking forward to this.

She was impatient and wished that time could advance at 32 times speed, just like the fast forward function when watching a DVD.

At the same moment, Class 6 was having a computer class in the school computer room.

Xu Xinan secretly shrunk down the Flash and logged into QQ.The equipment in the computer room was replaced with a batch of new ones, which were donated by the Du family. Xu Xinan, in the gap between one large square monitor after another, saw Du Zhian straighten his back and skillfully make a wheel on the screen. As the animation scrolled, the students beside her came closer to ask for advice. She was strict and serious in teaching. Xu Xinan secretly smiled, thinking that Du Zhian really looked like a proud little peacock.

She enters an account number in the friend addition field.

The other party quickly approved her friend request.

The avatar flashed, and the other party sent a message:

Hello, do you want to join the official support club?

Thousands of kilometers away, Jinyi's begonia flowers have all fallen, and finally ushered in the season of graduation.

The business of the audio-visual store is much better than last month. Many students come to buy records as graduation gifts. Lin Zhique writes beautifully, so customers often entrust her to write cards for her. Throughout June, she wrote down Many times "Auld Lang Syne", "Forget Me Not", and many times "Don't worry about having no confidant in the future, no one in the world knows you".

The "Loving Female Voices" competition has been broadcast to the Jincheng singing area, and the finals will be recorded soon.Lin Zhique already knew the result of the final. Du Siren's votes doubled the No.2 championship. When she was only 13 years old, it was a small climax in the schedule.But she didn't have such a deep understanding back then. When she came to Dusiren's home stadium, she realized that it was an exaggeration to become an overnight hit. There was a frenzy of "Dusiren" in the local area. Iloveyou"'s smiling eyes are fascinated. Even among the students who are taking graduation photos in twos and threes on campus, there are many program viewers trying to meet Du Si people. Lin Zhique has to answer those fans who walked into the store absent-mindedly. Eight times: Who?Dusi people?do not know.never came.

Then Lu Xiaohua would suddenly appear behind the record rack and say mysteriously, classmate, do you want Du Siren's autograph?

When Xu Wenjing heard the news, she scolded Lu Xiaohua for not being human. She had been admitted to a nearby middle school as an intern teacher. Every day when she heard chickens dancing and went to water the flowers of the motherland, Lu Xiaohua knocked on the door of her dormitory every night and asked her what she was teaching at school today. How is it going?

Xu Wenjing: What teaching?

Lu Xiaohua: Nonsense!Of course it is the teaching of thinking about people!Let your students vote for our Dusi people!

As for Zhao Qian, Lin Zhique heard that he joined Love Music.com as a music news editor, and moved out of the school ahead of time—this was what Chen Yiran told her when he came to the store to buy things, and Du Siren had no time to share these trivial matters with her.For half a month, in addition to the game recording, Dusi people also participated in a lot of filming and rehearsal work, and rarely showed up at school. Lin Zhique took Dusiren's meal card every day and went to the school cafeteria alone to eat. If the thinking person is not attached to her, she will be at ease.

The entertainment headline of the local daily newspaper published the news of the Jincheng Singing District. The portrait of Dusi was printed in the most conspicuous place on the page. In the middle of densely packed square characters.The program crew also dyed her hair reddish brown. This was the first time Lin Zhique saw her. The last time they met, Du Siren still had black hair.

Chen Yiran participated in the recruitment of musicians for the program group, and was waiting for the result to be notified. When Lin Zhique heard him talk about this, a newspaper with Du Siren printed on it was spread out on the cash register. His eyes flickered, as if he didn't dare to bow his head look.

She was silent for a few seconds, teased him and said: For her?

Chen Yiran replied: No, I don't know what to do at the moment, so I will find a job I like first.

My favorite job is to accompany her.Lin Zhique thought.This innocent idol drama really seems to have no ending, and it can't be doubled.She felt a little bored.

There was another silence.Lin Zhique bowed his head and folded the newspaper and put it under the table.

Chen Yiran said again: "...she returned the album I gave her last time. I was thinking, should I buy another one as a graduation gift for her?"

Lin Zhique didn't answer, she still had graduation greeting cards that she hadn't finished copying for customers.

"What do you think is suitable?"

She copied the words of blessing without raising her eyes.

"'Two Butterflies', many people bought it."

"...Is it a little too straightforward?"

""Mouse Loves Rice" is also very good."

"...Do you like to listen to this type?"

Lin Zhique said nonsense: "No, she likes it, she often listens to it."

"...I thought about it. We held a celebration banquet for her before, and I wanted to sing a song for her."

Lin Zhique thought to himself: Why do you hold a celebration banquet for her? I asked her to hold a celebration banquet.

"What song is it?"

Chen Yiran went to the record rack and searched for a while, then brought a record.

"It's the song on this album."

Lin Zhique raised his eyes.

It was a piece of "God's Children Are Dancing".

The other one, which is exactly the same, has been kept under her pillow, and it was left for the Dusi people the night she lived in the store.

I was angry with that red crane for a while, so I casually lied to Du Siren that it was sold out, so I kept it under her pillow for several months.

"... She has this one. It seems to have it."

"Ah?" Chen Yiran couldn't hide his disappointment, "...what if? If you really have one, let her keep it as a collection."

Lin Zhique said indifferently: "This time you will deliver it yourself."

"...That's good." Chen Yiran took out his wallet, "Why don't you write a message for me as well."

She took the record and tore off the plastic wrap neatly.Chen Yiran was more than surprised, and only asked weakly: "Isn't it written on the card?"

She should: "It's better for you to be more straightforward."

Then, she pulled out the cap of the marker pen, and wrote three large characters on the surface of the CD in a fluttering motion:

like you.