dhibooks Chapter 73 17-4
Chapter 73 17-4
The air conditioner was not turned on in the conference room, and Lin Zhique started to sweat from the back of his neck. Sitting at the head of the conference table, the old director was spitting tea into the water cup while teaching them to care for the environment and that natural wind is good for their health. .
The big producer and Zhu He are on the left and right, accompanying him with smiling faces like two guardians.
It was the first time for Lin Zhique to meet the old station director. He heard that he was an old cadre retired from the National Radio and Television. The entertainment programs are all new and varied, which is not to his old man's liking, so he seldom interferes with the front-line work.
Li Miaomiao whispered to Lin Zhique, "The old man is just like a mascot."
The TV station staff sitting next to them heard it, and interrupted with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense, a lot of program episodes have been considered for approval, and you have to rely on the old leaders to walk around."
Holding the water cup in his hands, the old man finally got to the point: "The program is doing very well. According to what you said, the ratings represent everything! But when we are in the cultural and entertainment industry, do we only care about the ratings? I talked and discussed this issue. Is our program a good example and guidance for young people? Chasing stars, holding fan meetings, forming cliques, competing for votes, and driving fan meetings to hate each other. Eighth, there is news in East China, saying that fans of the two factions fought on the spot, and some stole parents’ money to vote, quarreled on the Internet, and engaged in personal attacks..." As he spoke, he poured it into the water cup again Spit out a tea.
The big producer was obsequious, saying yes again and again, Zhu Heyan laughed at Yanyan, and took the hot water bottle to refill tea for the old director.
"I also know that it is not easy for you to achieve today. I have repeatedly followed up with my superiors several times to confide in my heart and pat my chest to guarantee that you will have no worries, right? But when we make programs, we must innovate and have boundaries. You say that you have the right to make decisions. Leave it to the audience, okay, but most of the audience are laymen of the arts, there is a bottom line, do we need professional people to check it? The program that selects female rookies does not look like a girl. Look, her name is Chen Jia Right? My granddaughter really likes this Chen Jia, and I'm really afraid that one day she will use scissors to cut herself a boy's head."
Lin Zhique glanced at Li Miaomiao.Li Miaomiao has a temperament that can't hide her thoughts, and her face is full of displeasure.
"...That's fine. I don't understand the aesthetics of you young people, but my ears are not too old to be deaf. I can tell who can sing well and who can't. In singing competitions, we must select singers who can convince the public. people!"
The TV station staff sitting next to them whispered to them again: "The old man likes Zhou Zipei the most."
"It's okay for the audience to like to watch it, but it's not enough to convince everyone in terms of professionalism. I think it's great to be in the top five. A singing competition is not a dance competition. Dance is a bonus item. Don't put the cart before the horse. It's about to be decided soon. Top three? This week? Tomorrow?"
The big producer reminded in a low voice: "Next week. Tomorrow is the selection of the top four."
"Oh, next week! Anyway, my opinion is only for your reference, I think..." The old man lowered his head to drink water again.
Lin Zhique suddenly interrupted while he was drinking water: "Everyone, it just so happens that the old director is here today. We have done a lot of work on the commercial nature of artists recently. I can share some data with you."
The big producer was startled, and was about to stop her, when Zhu He handed him the water bottle, interrupting him.
The old director raised his eyes to look at her.
"First of all, after the Top Ten Competition, because the program has achieved phenomenal results nationwide, the sponsorship fees for brand owners have increased from 400 million to 300 million, an increase of more than 4%. Not only the program itself, but the star effect of the contestants has also driven the investment promotion of no less than ten programs until the first half of next year. This point should be clearer than us. As the title sponsor, Love Music Network will be launched after the quarterfinals The customized CRBT download service for contestants costs [-] yuan per song, which is far higher than the general CRBT fee. However, it has been online for one month, and the revenue generated by this part has exceeded the revenue of the entire CRBT segment in the first half of the year, accounting for the largest share of revenue. The first player is Du Siren, and the second is Chen Jia."
The old director leaned back, visibly becoming impatient.
Lin Zhique ignored him completely.
"Yitian Dairy, which is also a big sponsor, adopts the outer packaging with the portraits of the players, and has invested 900 million in sponsorship fees. As of today, the sales of this part of the product have exceeded one billion. This is not a tenfold increase. Let’s calculate the rate of return. One day also participated in the bidding of our player’s endorsement contract, and ranked first in the bidding. Their most preferred spokesperson is Du Siren, which is a combination of image, popularity and income so far. It is a choice after considering all aspects.”
Of course, she also contributed to the flames and added oil and vinegar.
"Just now the director mentioned the Internet, I also have some Internet search index data of the contestants..."
The old director raised his hand to interrupt her: "Miss, you just mentioned a lot of money and a certain player many times. Can I understand that you just listened to my opinion and felt dissatisfied, Do you think it is not as important as the money?"
She was about to reply when Zhu He opened his mouth first: "Old leader, she didn't mean that. These are the usual things to share at the weekly meeting. The newcomers are quick to talk and took your words away. You are Dinghaishenzhen. Your opinion, we are sure of it." I want to hear it, and I have to think carefully and discuss it after listening, so," she turned her head, "you two don't just sit here, go downstairs and rehearse first."
Lin Zhique and Li Miaomiao got up and left the meeting room together.
It just happened to feel hot, and I couldn't ask for it.
When it comes to money matters, Zhu He is much more concerned than she is, but it's not convenient for Zhu He to say these things by himself.She thought about it carefully, when Dusi was eliminated five times and four times, she should have been blessed by many old men.
But it is different now, the competition system has been changed, the management is even crazier, and she acts as a pawn, playing the cannon to open the city gate for Zhu He, and Zhu He will "discuss more" with the old man.
With a grass-roots team who loves brokerage, it is absolutely impossible to make ten people popular. History has already told her that if she does not make it to the top three, all previous efforts will be meaningless. .
It was noisy outside the building, and fans were gathering to shout slogans. Lin Zhique asked, "Why are there so many fans here today? It's not a competition."
Li Miaomiao replied, "Today is the holiday."
"What day?" She looked at her phone, it was Thursday, August 8th.
"Today is Tanabata."
They stepped out of the elevator and looked out from the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall of the lobby on the second floor. The lights outside were as bright as day, and the surrounding LED billboards that had no one to contract and had to paste cloth investment advertisements were all lit up, showing pictorials of the contestants in rotation. .Lin Zhique saw at a glance that Du Siren was holding out a love heart that was added later on the pictorial, and there was a line of clumsy artistic cursive characters on the pictorial: Qixi Festival, I miss you.Please support No. 02 contestant Du Siren, send a text message... Chen Jia's pair reads: The so-called Yiren is by your side.
There are many colorful balloons hanging on the LED billboard. Li Miaomiao looked at it in surprise for a while, "How did it get there? It's so high, it's terrible."
Lin Zhique smiled: "Isn't this a good way to hang it up? It's great to be a star, and you can feel so much being loved."
In mid-August, the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, on the day she remembered, when she returned home, Lin Lan placed many sacrificial offerings under her grandmother's tablet as usual every year.
She came back from Du's house, and she lacked interest. Earlier, she was stupid and asked the second elder of Du's family if she wanted to see her mother. Mother." After a few seconds of awkward silence, the old lady said again: "You have to treat your mother well."
She felt ashamed all of a sudden, and quickly found an excuse to run away. Fortunately, she never called grandpa or grandma, so it was not too much of a betrayal.
Lin Lan lit three sticks of incense, she took them, knelt down in front of the memorial tablet, and saluted three times in such a solemn way.
"Mom, how many years has grandma been gone?"
"You were born in the second year after your grandmother left. So, today is 14 years."
"... She was not angry with you, did she?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Lin Lan's face was not without melancholy, "...It's also because she was too angry, and she fell ill at that time. Don't mention it, your personality is a bit like your grandma's, she must be very angry. like you."
"The living blame the dead."
Lin Lan chuckled, "Then she is my mother. In this world, I don't blame her, but who else can I blame. When you were born, your father said, if the first letter of your name is the same as the first letter of the name, I disagree. He asked me what the second character should be. I immediately chose magpie, because my mother left on the Qixi Festival. People say that the bridge of Magpie on Qixi Festival is a bridge where you can meet the people you miss. .”
"What, is that about love?"
"Ah, I'm just thinking about it in my heart, just to make up my mind."
Lin Zhique stopped talking, leaned against the altar, and secretly ate a piece of Yunpian Cake from a plate.Thinking about it, grandma wouldn't care about her. Grandma loved her and her mother too.
She suddenly thought of the daughter of the Du family. Her father's surname was Du and her mother's surname was Ren, so she was named Du Siren.She is the embodiment of love, unlike her, the sustenance of remorse.
Li Miaomiao woke her up from her memories: "Let's go, go to the rehearsal hall."
The atmosphere in the rehearsal hall was also loose because of the festive battles of fans.
Chen Jia received a letter written on a huge piece of paper. In fact, many sheets of paper were written and pasted together on a super-large paper roll. When unfolded, it could almost cover half of the stage. It is said that there are 1 pieces of paper on it. The personal signed congratulatory message is a love letter from the East China fan club.
Milk tea and cakes were passed around in the rehearsal hall. It is said that they were sent by dialect fans. While eating the cake with a fork, the Dusi people ran around on the stage. The staff shouted: Be careful!Don't spill milk tea on the device!Especially someone with ADHD!Dusi people, what about you!Hurry up and finish eating, hurry up and rehearse!
She yelled coquettishly: "I don't drink milk tea! Dialect sits on the speakers and drinks, you don't talk about her, just talk about me!"
Dialect jumped up and chased her: "Hey, why did you betray me? I told my fans not to buy you food!"
So the two of them chased and fought from one end of the stage to the other, and kept repeating give me back, I won’t return, give me back, I’m done eating, how much did you eat, I still want to eat, and you are not allowed to eat. Childish drama.
Chen Jia moved a chair and sat in the middle of the stage to play the guitar, and they ran around Chen Jia. On the train, Du Siren performed the sound effects on the locomotive by himself: woo-ku ku ku ku ku ku...Wang Yiran helped them announce the station: the station ahead, the station ahead... Chen Jia was so annoyed that he played and laughed .
When Lin Zhique and Li Miaomiao walked into the rehearsal hall, the staff all complained: Look at your artists, you don't care!
Li Miaomiao didn't care, not only didn't care, but immediately went to pick out the taste of the cake.Du Siren got off the locomotive, ran down from the stage holding the cake, and rushed to Lin Zhique at once. Lin Zhique couldn't react in time, and she smeared cream on half of his face.
She ran away after wiping, and jumped onto the stage amidst the cheers and laughter of the audience, and turned around to make fun of Lin Zhique's cat face. Lin Zhique looked at her with a smile, and the next second——
"Men Du Si, I don't think you know what revenge means."
Li Miaomiao was the first to suffer. Standing next to the dessert table, she was splashed by the cake that Lin Zhique whipped up. She screamed, and then the screaming became contagious. The scene was completely out of control, and more people joined the melee. The cake Flying around, the air becomes sweet, with a creamy and crooked fragrance.
Only Chen Jia sat in the center of the stage like a bodhisattva in this chaos, and when Du Siren ran past her, he slapped her in the face as well.
Lin Zhique quickly caught Du Siren in the corner of the stage. She was holding a piece of the biggest cake she had chosen at a glance on the stage, and grabbed the back of Du Siren's neck, laughing fiercely: "You want to Come on, or do you want me to do it?"
The Dusi man smiled hippie: "Why are you still here? It's time for you to go to work."
"What class do you have?"
"Today is Qixi Festival, don't you want to build a magpie bridge in the sky?"
"Take a fart!"
A whole piece of cake was solidly stuck on the face of Du Siren, she screamed and tried to fight back, the two of them were chattering endlessly in the corner, at this moment——
All the lights in the venue suddenly went out as if they were being splashed out, and the world fell into complete darkness and silence for half a second, and then there was a horrified noise, and someone shouted: Who pulled the brakes!
Du Siren grabbed Lin Zhique's sleeve subconsciously, and the two of them stood close together in the darkness.
"It's dark outside too! The whole area has a power outage! Is it overloaded? Turn on so many LEDs!"
"Everyone, don't run around, be careful of the cream on the ground!"
"Hey, who is closer to the door? Find the emergency lights!"
"Damn, it's too hot to die!"
The crowd gradually regained their calmness and order. Most of them stayed where they were and waited for their eyes to adapt to the darkness. From the center of the stage, there was a sound of a guitar being strummed—it was Chen Jia playing the piano.
The melody rang in the darkness, calming the panic of many people.
Dusiren suddenly began to sing loudly: "I can't forget the first time I saw you, a pair of charming eyes..."
Lin Zhique frowned: "Isn't that what he played?"
But Chen Jia quickly changed the melody very cooperatively, and sang harmony for her not far away.
More voices joined in, and the entire rehearsal hall began to sing in the dark. The door was open, and the view was better than before. Lin Zhique could see the outline of the Dusi people, and a pair of round eyes watching her singing: "I'm just afraid that I will fall in love with you myself. I dare not let myself get too close. I am afraid that I have nothing to give you. Falling in love with you is my last resort."
She thought to herself, it's too earthy.He couldn't stop laughing.
An emergency light was turned on, and now, she could see the face of the Dusi people very clearly, and the Dusi people were also smiling.Why didn't she panic?The whole world was dark, and she only thought of singing.
Someone began to pass the lighted candles one by one, and the chorus ended. The Dusi people lowered their heads and approached her, and said to her very softly, "Happy Qixi Festival."
She didn't answer her.
Handing the candles to them, Du Siren tugged at her sleeves, and followed her carefully off the stage, almost bumping into someone, it was Wang Yiran, Wang Yiran said: "Fang Yan seems to have gone to the bathroom just now, She won't be scared to death in the bathroom, will she?"
So she and Du Siren carefully moved to the door of the rehearsal hall, ready to wash their hands and speak in dialect.
Dusi looked around, "Is it the bathroom on the left, or the bathroom on the right?"
There is a restroom on each side of the corridor.
Lin Zhique ordered: "You go to the left, and I go to the right."
"Can't we go left together and then go right together?"
"Stop talking nonsense, go quickly." Lin Zhique wiped the cream on his face on Du Siren's sleeve.
At this moment, Chen Jia was still standing in the center of the dark stage.
She took a candle in one hand and walked down the stage with her own guitar in the other. She couldn't see who the figures were, but she only remembered that there was a table full of cakes on the right side of the stage.She walked carefully in that direction.
Li Miaomiao was standing next to that table.
They looked at each other by candlelight.
Chen Jia lowered his head to illuminate the floor, and saw a mess, all broken cakes.
"It's a pity, I haven't eaten yet."
Li Miaomiao sneered at her: "Who told you not to eat just now? You just pretend to be cool with a guitar."
Chen Jia put the candles on the table.
Without making a sound, she looked at Li Miaomiao quietly, then suddenly stretched out her hand and scraped off the cream on Li Miaomiao's face with her fingers.
Li Miaomiao was taken aback by her, "What are you doing?"
Chen Jia ate the cream on her fingers.
Li Miaomiao scolded her in a low voice: "You pervert!" While scolding, she looked around, as if looking for a way to escape.
Chen Jia had no choice but to say, "I won't do anything to you."
Li Miaomiao confirmed that no one around could hear them talking, and gave Chen Jia a hard look: "Why don't you do anything to me? Go to hell!"
Chen Jia: "..."
10 minute later.
The Dusi people found their dialect beside the glass curtain wall.
Dialect was looking at the fans downstairs.
The singing just now had obviously spread, and at this moment, the fans in the square were holding high light sticks or mobile phones with lighted screens, heading upstairs, and were singing "Love Is What I Have" in chorus.
The Dusi people approached, "We thought you were eaten by a ghost in the toilet."
Dialect turned around to see her, smiled lightly and said to her, "Happy Qixi Festival."
"Well. Won't you say hello to them?"
"Are you stupid, this is one-way glass. They can't see it after greeting them."
"Really?" Du Siren waved vigorously towards the downstairs.Of course no one responded to her.
Dialect said: "Do you have this kind of feeling? I feel that these few months are worth it, and I can meet so many people who like me." Without waiting for Du Siren to answer, he said: "Or do you just think that getting to know Miss Bird is more worthwhile?" ?”
"Before the game, I knew her."
"Did you also like her before the competition?"
"Yes."
"Then why do you like her? She doesn't seem to be from the same world as you. Do you understand her?"
"Sometimes I don't understand."
"I thought you understood everyone. Careful optimist."
Dusi laughed: "You laugh at me."
"I don't."
"What about you? Miss Fang, what do you like? Today is Valentine's Day, are you spending it here with your fans?"
Dialect answer: "I am a passive person."
"I remember, I said it in the interview before."
"I like people who understand me, but I like people who like me even more. If people who understand me don't like me, I don't like them."
Dusi people said: "You are so strange."
"Is it? It's not the same as you, who obviously don't understand others but still has to like them?"
They bickered and left the hall holding candles.
Lin Zhique was standing somewhere in the shadow behind them.
A few minutes later, Li Miaomiao also appeared in the lobby.
"The meeting upstairs is over, and Zhu He has left."
"Oh?"
They walked side by side in front of the glass curtain wall, looking down at the fans just like the Dusi people and dialects just now.
"The old man's opinion is that as long as Zhou Zipei can enter the top three, he doesn't care about the rest."
"Why is he so capricious? Brainless fan."
"Idiot powder? What kind of word is that?" Li Miaomiao smiled, "Maybe he just wants to enjoy the authority. After all, he doesn't like the top two we chose, and his dignity is ruined." She looked downstairs and said with sharp eyes: "Hey, Zhu He's car."
Zhu He's BMW is parked on the side road of the square.
A young boy made his way through the crowd of fans in the plaza and got into her co-pilot.
Li Miaomiao asked: "The guitarist? Chen Yiran?"
"Yes."
"We all spent Qixi Festival together."
Lin Zhique said in a disdainful tone: "What's the matter, the Qixi Festival, Cowherd and Weaver Girl, men love women, women love men, isn't it great?"
Li Miaomiao turned to look at her suspiciously.
She added: "If all the women in the world love women, then it will be over."
"……What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything, why are you blushing?"
Then they stopped talking, one was spreading fire for no reason, and the other was shy for no reason.
Tanabata.