Liao Yuan naturally noticed Xi Yun's frequent glances, but he ignored it and didn't even bother to look at him.
He had witnessed too many beautiful women in the past life. Although Xi Yun was considered a top-notch person, Liao Yuan had no desire to talk to her face to face.
No matter what the reason for leaving her predecessor was, in Liao Yuan's view, it could not make up for her fault.
A talented young man with a bright future, but in the end he became a poor anchor.
The existence of Xi Yun accounts for most of the reasons.
This scene also disappointed many employees from various departments who followed after smelling the gossip.
After stating the conditions for his agreement to broadcast, Liao Yuan turned around calmly and returned to the live broadcast room, continuing to monitor the recording and broadcast sound effects and check audience feedback.
Jiang Heshun was obviously not too repelled by Liao Yuan's request. Exchange of knowledge for wealth was a matter of course. At this time, he just wanted to quickly put the gun into battle again and land the second part of the show at midnight.
.
The sooner the better.
Otherwise, every day is a huge loss.
He turned his gaze to Director Zheng, "What do you mean?"
Director Zheng pondered for a moment. Although he was already a little moved, he still hesitated and said: "It's already very late today. We will discuss this matter at the meeting tomorrow morning."
So people came like the tide and left like the tide.
After more than an hour of recording and broadcasting of "Late Night Ghost Blows Out the Lamp", the final number of views stayed at 1.57 million.
Although there is a quarter difference from yesterday's highest on-demand rate of 2 million, Liao Yuan is still worshiped by employees in the entire department.
After all, based on the reward of 101,000 yuan for the on-demand rate, Liao Yuan's bonus today has reached 15,000 yuan.
This is an achievement that everyone, including the directors of various departments, is very envious of.
It was late at night when I got off work.
After Liao Yuan returned home, he sorted out what he had seen, heard and thought in the past two days, then opened his laptop, logged into the "base station" and started to register a personal account.
Liao Yuan didn't think too carefully when choosing his nickname.
He casually filled in "Brother Yuan", and the result showed that it had been registered.
He typed out a few more nicknames such as "Leave Far Away" and "Ande Guangsha", but it still showed that it had been registered.
Liao Yuan suddenly fell into deep thought...
I don't know why, but he had the illusion that he was being played.
Soon, he changed the input method and entered English words.
For example, "Lemon", "Poison", "Alone", etc., but it still prompts to be registered.
He laughed angrily and typed out a bunch of gibberish——
"Asdfghj, congratulations on your successful registration!"
Liao Yuan: "..."
What the hell...can I regret it?
He quickly checked and found that only one account could be registered with a mobile phone number.
Liao Yuan fell into deep thought again...
However, he soon regained his composure and began to click to enter the personal center, ready to view the account contents and understand the process and sequence of becoming an UP owner.
But it's all gray.
At the same time, a prompt box popped up on the web page.
"Dear pre-members of Jili Gulu, do you want to become a formal member? Formal members can submit articles and post comments... Do you want it or not?"
Liao Yuan felt his intelligence was insulted and provoked.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and finally clicked [Think].
"Then, you need to answer 100 questions within 60 minutes, and only if you score more than 60 points can you become a formal member..."
"[Agree] or [Reject]?"
agree.
The next moment, the entire page, densely packed with questions, appeared in front of Liao Yuan.
Liao Yuan's brows furrowed as he read one hundred questions covering various knowledge points from ancient and modern times at home and abroad...
Half an hour later, Liao Yuan passed the test with full marks and finally became a formal member.
"This kind of anti-human Q&A design has been welcomed by so many people?" Liao Yuan looked at the number of member IDs ranked out of 170 million, and was a little surprised.
Immediately afterwards, he clicked on the personal center again.
The user interface finally changed from gray to color, and the overall appearance is basically the same as the user page of an ordinary website.
But in the bottom corner, there are two options: "Creation Center" and "Live Broadcast Center".
The former is a page that must be entered to become an UP master.
The latter is the live broadcast base for various games and outdoor anchors.
Liao Yuandi entered the creative center, and the first thing that caught his eye was the huge word "Submit".
After clicking on the submission page, four options are displayed for video submission, column submission, audio submission and photo album submission.
These four options correspond to different types of UP masters.
Liao Yuan’s goal is “video submission”.
This is the most popular submission type at J station.
Regardless of the average click-through rate, the number of barrages or the income of UP owners, they all surpass the other three types.
Liao Yuan watched it for a while, and after understanding the general operation methods and knowledge points, he closed the page and went to sleep.
Everything is ready, all that is needed is a piano.
Early in the morning, Liao Yuan received a call from Zhang Chao, the manager of Steinway Music Store.
Zhang Yichi is a well-known director in China, and his time is extremely precious. Under Zhang Chao's urging, Liao Yuan did not ask for leave. After asking for leave from Chen Mu'en, he made an appointment to meet at a meeting place and went straight to his destination.
Inside a teahouse.
Zhang Yichi was eating morning tea while browsing the information in the portfolio. After a while, he chuckled and said: "It turns out he is Liao Yuemin's son. No wonder, no wonder."
"Liao Yuemin?"
Zhang Chao, who was sitting across from him, asked in confusion: "It sounds familiar. What's the relationship with Liao Yuan?"
"Father-son relationship."
Zhang Yichi put the information in his hand back into the portfolio and said with emotion: "More than 20 years ago, Liao Yuemin came out of nowhere and was hailed as the number one genius in the music industry. I had just debuted at that time and was not qualified to compete with Liao Yuemin.
Talking face to face, at every awards ceremony at major film festivals, as long as there is a Film Score Award nominated by Liao Yuemin, it will basically not go to someone else."
"Liao Yuemin is a singer?" Zhang Chao asked in surprise.
Zhang Yichi shook his head and said: "Liao Yuemin is not a singer, but a songwriter. The songs he composed are not only sung by singers, but also have a certain status in the world's music scene. Many of the movies you are familiar with,
The soundtrack for the variety show may have been composed by him. Liao Yuemin was very popular in the music industry at that time, and he was so popular that a song worth millions is priceless..."
Zhang Chao said excitedly: "That's right. Liao Yuan inherited his father's legacy and became a stunning grand pianist at a young age!"
Zhang Yichi nodded, but then said strangely: "The information shows that he is working as an anchor at Donghai Radio Station? If it is true, this... I don't understand."
Zhang Chao didn't understand either.
A promising grand pianist, even if he just works as a pianist in an opera house, that would be much better than being a radio anchor.
“Experience life?”
Zhang Chao sighed: "Sure enough, the brain circuit of a genius is always bizarre."