Western Film and Television City, the crew of "Emperor Wu of Han", director Zhang Yichi is supervising the assistant director's reshoots.
Although the entire drama has been completed, filming loopholes of one kind or another will still be discovered during post-production, so it is necessary to enter the re-shooting stage.
Buzzing.
The phone vibrates.
After explaining the scene to one of the supporting actresses, Zhang Yichi picked up his phone while staring at the filming scene.
The first thing I saw was the WeChat message sent by my nephew Zhang Chao. It was a long recording.
Zhang Yichi frowned. To be honest, he hates people who send long speeches on WeChat, because accidents occasionally occur during the playback process, causing the playback to be interrupted, and then the person concerned has to start listening from the beginning again.
If it was just a few seconds of voice, that guy Zhang Chao actually sent a voice that lasted nearly three minutes.
Zhang Yichi touched the beard on his chin and finally decided not to listen.
He was about to turn off his phone when Zhang Chao sent another text: "Uncle, you must click on it this time and listen to it! This time, I promise, it is definitely a divine song and it definitely meets your requirements. To tell you the truth, this is
Created by a master my nephew met by chance!"
Zhang Yichi was silent for a moment, and finally clicked on the recording.
"bite--"
When the first scale sounded, Zhang Yichi didn't have much reaction.
But then, when the big scales swept in like waves, the vast and majestic momentum made Zhang Yichi suffocate for an instant.
After a moment, he shouted excitedly.
Everyone on the crew looked over, including several actors who were reshooting.
Zhang Yichi ignored it. He was in high spirits and immersed in the music alone.
The rhythmic rhythm sounded like spring thunder in his ears, making Zhang Yichi's breathing quicken a little.
"Zhang Qing, this trip is difficult and full of dangers. On the way..."
"Your Majesty! I have been grateful to you for a long time. Fortunately, I have to take on this responsibility today! I am deeply honored!"
"Zhang Qing, I'd better send someone else to go..."
"Your Majesty, please take care of the health of the dragon. I will be on my way now!"
"Oh, if you never come back..."
"I'll never come back!"
The corners of Zhang Yichi's eyes were moist.
At the age of fifty, when you know your destiny, you have already looked down upon the honor and disgrace in the world.
However, in his heart, the glory of his ancestors was always heavy in his heart.
How many people still know me, Bowang Hou?
How many people still know about the forgotten history of my ancestors?
It was an era full of crises. If Zhang Qian wanted to explore the Western Regions, he would inevitably pass through the land of the Huns.
The Xiongnu have always been the enemy of the Han Dynasty. They are ruthless and moody.
Zhang Qian and his 100 people were eventually imprisoned by the Xiongnu and stayed there for ten years.
But during the long period of time, Zhang Qian still did not forget the mission he was shouldering, nor did he waver in his determination to complete the mission. While the Huns were relaxing, he took advantage of their unpreparedness and led his entourage to escape from the Huns' royal court.
This was an extremely difficult march.
In the Great Gobi Desert, there are flying sand and rocks, rolling heat waves, green ridges as high as roof ridges, capped with ice and snow, and biting cold wind.
Along the way there were sparsely populated people, a severe shortage of water sources, and a hasty escape with insufficient material preparations. Therefore, Zhang Qian's journey could be described as sleeping in the open air and preparing for hardships.
When they ran out of dry food, they relied on shooting animals to satisfy their hunger.
Many of the followers fell down and died on the way, perhaps due to hunger and thirst, and some people were buried in the yellow sand and ice caves and sacrificed their lives.
Due to the limitations of the volume and sound quality of the mobile phone, the entire song could not fully reflect its majestic momentum, but even so, it made Zhang Yichi burst into tears.
He could imagine what a vast scene it would be if this piece, plus other instruments, turned into a complete concerto!
"Great tune!"
When the song ended, Zhang Yichi was in awe.
Immediately, regardless of the strange looks from others, he hurriedly dialed the number of his nephew Zhang Chao: "Where is the master?"
After getting Liao Yuan's contact information, Zhang Yichi couldn't wait to ask his assistant to order a flight ticket and return to Donghai.
"Director Zhang, there are still a few scenes that have not been reshot..." the assistant director hurriedly stepped forward and said.
Zhang Yichi said without looking back: "You are fully responsible."
Afterwards, we boarded the jeep and headed towards the airport.
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Donghai Radio Station.
Early in the morning, Liao Yuan arrived at the company on time. Once again, he attracted the attention of all the staff at the radio station.
I walked cautiously all the way to the network department. As soon as the elevator door opened, I saw Xiao Peng walking excitedly in front of the elevator door. As soon as he saw Liao Yuan, he quickly stretched out his hands and shouted excitedly: "Yuan Yuan"
elder brother!"
"What's wrong?" Liao Yuan asked.
"Brother Yuan, hug me, hug me when I fly!"
"roll!"
Slapping Xiao Peng's forehead open, Liao Yuan said in disgust: "What on earth is going on?"
Xiao Peng got up from the ground and said excitedly: "Do you know how high the on-demand rate of "Late Night Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" is?"
"How high?" Liao Yuan asked curiously.
Xiao Peng stretched out two fingers and shouted: "Two million! Oh my god, Brother Yuan, it's two million!"
Since there was no comparison, Liao Yuan did not know whether two million was more or less.
But seeing Xiao Peng's expression of ecstasy, it was probably a lot.
It wasn't until the morning meeting started that Liao Yuan knew what two million on-demand views meant.
"After "Late Night Ghost Blows Out" was launched, the number of official website registrations increased rapidly. Within 12 hours, up to 1.9 million new user registrations were generated. The 12-hour on-demand volume has reached 2.11 million, and the number of comments has reached 130,000. Here, let's
We applaud our new colleague Liao Yuan!"
After Chen Muen read out the results of "The Ghost in the Night Blows Out the Lamp", the audience burst into applause.
Xiao Peng straightened his back and looked proud.
"Teacher Liao, congratulations. Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together?"
"Fight the local tyrants! Teacher Liao must treat you today!"
"Teacher Liao's "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" is so good!"
"Hey, I'm a fan of Teacher Liao!"
A group of female staff members surrounded Liao Yuan with bright smiles.
Chen Muen glanced at Liao Yuan, who remained motionless, and was a little surprised by Liao Yuan's calmness. She thought about it and said: "Our network department is different from the first and second series. We rely on traffic. If one program reaches ten
If there are 10,000 clicks, there will be a bonus of 1,000 yuan.”
Liao Yuan was shocked!
At this time, he finally became energetic and mentally calculated the number of bonuses represented by these 2.11 million clicks.
final……
21,000 yuan!
Just broadcast one episode and earn 20,000 yuan?
Liao Yuan was a little surprised!
He finally smiled.
So, if one day is 20,000, then one month is more than 600,000?
It’s 100 times more than my own salary!
Seeing that Liao Yuan's expression finally changed, Chen Mu'en breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's rare for our network department to have a program that hits one million views in a single day, so Director Lai said that he would treat her to a banquet as soon as she returns from a business trip.
Dear colleagues."
The female staff immediately cheered.
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