The soldiers and horses have not moved yet, and they need food and fodder first.
With abundant funds, Pengbo Media was already ahead of hundreds of private television production companies across the country when it waved its hand.
There are more and more people. Where there are people, there is a world. One person has one mind, and one hundred people have a hundred minds. When a company reaches a certain scale, management becomes indispensable.
"Journalist's salary is directly linked to work performance, rankings are reported every month, and a last-minute elimination system is implemented," Peng Bo adopted the method used by Lao Bao in managing social newspapers.
Now, in addition to the title of Bang Ye, some people already call him Mr. Peng, one of the four young masters of private TV. However, he clearly knows that the other three companies in the same industry, Happy Media, made their fortune by producing comedy variety shows. As the producer of "Happy Media"
"Cars", a long-established variety show, is in the spotlight for this production company.
As for Paige, there was no such word as Taihe at this time, so they made their fortune from theme parties and celebrations. Their "Universal Video" and a number of other programs are still outstanding.
"Compared to these competitors, Pengbo Media has just entered the industry," Peng Bo repeatedly emphasized the company's start-up nature. "Our programs should form a matrix to have strong competitiveness, so we must use the celebrity rankings as the basis.
, we will launch more programs one after another, and we will also produce programs based on the lists we produced. By the end of the year, I require that our programs should cover more than 200 TV stations across the country, and the daily output should reach more than 6 hours."
The total program duration of the programs produced by Pengbo Media must reach six hours, which is a quarter of the whole day. This goal cannot but be said to be very difficult.
However, Lu Gengshen is very confident.
"By the way, you can consider producing a comedy show, such as "Happy Comedian". Well, Lao Lu, my uncle's director, it would be best if he can come. Yes, as a show host, you can go to the capital to find one
Little black fat man, he is busy with his meal right now..."
"Okay, Mr. Peng." Lu Gengshen immediately wrote it down, but, what little black fat guy? Where did the little black fat guy come from? How did Mr. Peng know about the little black fat guy?
"...The TV station is willing to leave the best time slots to you and promote you. I think we must have scarce and irreplaceable resources and be able to produce top-of-the-pyramid content. If you don't have these scarce resources and have no integration
If you don't have enough resources to make a "hit", you will easily be abandoned by the TV station. The reality is so cruel..."
"Each of our programs has good quality, so that we can accumulate a large amount of creation, performance, and advertising resources in this circle. This cannot be replaced by anyone. This is also the trump card for our company's survival..."
"I still believe that the most important thing is to make good content. As long as your content is good, the platform is not a problem. Just like you have all the raw materials in your hands, you can change how you fry them to make Sichuan cuisine.
Cantonese cuisine or Shandong cuisine, it’s all up to you..."
"Our programs may be scattered in the future, but they can also be integrated together at any time. This integration line is our list..." Peng Bo glanced at everyone, "All our programs must be centered around our list.
Produced.”
"Then what will we do on the next list?" The meeting ended, Wu Qianyu followed closely behind Peng Bo.
"What's the biggest thing in China in July?" Peng Bo said with a smile.
Oh, but is there a market for this?
Wu Qianyu wanted to ask, but in the end she didn't ask.
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Shanghai Financial News.
"Bang--"
Peng Bo closed the car door and got out of the car with great satisfaction. Now he no longer had to take a dragon car or a banana chair to go to work, and he no longer had to be squeezed all over and stink.
Get up early in the morning, wash yourself cleanly, dress cleanly, and walk into the newspaper office refreshed. You will be in a good mood at the beginning of the day.
"Good morning, Teacher Peng."
"morning."
Teacher Peng?
Peng Bo looked at the figure that appeared in the mirror. He was still young and handsome. He took off his clothes and could still see his clear six-pack abs. It felt good to be young, but today someone called him Teacher Peng, which meant that he
He is also an old man in the newspaper office. The waves behind him are pushing the waves ahead, and new interns have joined the newspaper office.
"Teacher Peng, Teacher Peng." The two interns just caught up from behind. One of them looked at him, and the other looked at his companion, "Teacher Peng, do you know Mr. Bang?"
"Well, I've heard of it," Peng Bo said with a smile, "You know about it too?"
"But, this man looks very much like Teacher Peng. He really does."
"Really?" Peng Bo smiled, "Then don't call me Teacher Peng, call me Master Peng."
Looking at the two stunned little girls behind him, Peng Bo walked into the office with a smile, "Oh, I don't dare to watch TV, and my daughter doesn't dare to watch it either. The college entrance examination will be in a few months. I
Don’t dare to push too hard.”
Chinese people actually live for their children in this life. When people reach middle age, miserable middle age, Lao Li finally buys a house and is about to face the most important test in his children's life.
"Lao Li, don't push too hard," said the bearded man. "It's like a rubber band. If you keep pulling it, it will lose its elasticity. You should relax a little."
"I want to relax," Lao Li filled his thermos cup filled with wolfberries with water. "Every night, I watch that 20-minute program. That's right." He clapped his leg, "Chinese Star."
List, no, China’s most popular celebrity list, oh, it’s all gossip about all-stars, oh, I’ll just let you relax.”
Peng Bo laughed. He didn't expect that the girls from Lao Li's family also contributed to the ratings. He didn't expect that this program could also help the students relax.
"Master, I'm taking a day off today." Master Jiang Yiying walked in, and Peng Bo came up to greet her, "My sister is here today."
"Oh, are your parents here too? Let's have a meal together." Jiang Yiying looked at Peng Bo with concern.
"No, it's just my sister. I moved her household registration to Shanghai and I want her to take the college entrance examination here this year."
"Okay, the scores here in Shanghai are low." Everyone on earth knows the current situation of the college entrance examination in Shanhai Province, but do you know how hard our children really work? Get up at five in the morning to study, go to bed at ten in the evening, and have a holiday during the Chinese New Year.
Two days, three years of high school, everyone comes here like this.
"You came and took up our quota." Lao Li was unwilling. He couldn't say whether it was good or bad for this policy of giving away a household registration when buying a house. However, if thousands of troops crowded the single-plank bridge, one more person on the bridge might be squeezed out.
One goes.
"Who are you? If you go back three generations, you are from Shanghai and Hainan?" The bearded man is from northern Hebei, and he couldn't bear to see Lao Li calling himself a Shanghainese all day long.
Peng Bo smiled and walked out quickly.
At the Shanghai Hongqiao Railway Station, when I saw my sister walking out of the station carrying a suitcase, facing this strange city, she kept looking around, her face full of confusion and uneasiness.
"Big ice." Peng Bo waved his hand vigorously and wiped away the drop of water in the corner of his eye.
"Brother." Peng Bing grinned, "Brother——"
The suitcase was suddenly placed on the ground. Peng Bing jumped up and was hugged by his sister. Peng Bo's heart melted instantly, "What do you want to eat at night? I will take you to the best place in Shanghai to eat."
"Taiping Hotel?" Peng Bing asked expectantly.
"Ah'er scallion pancake." Peng Bo said with a smile.
"elder brother----"
Peng Bo smiled. Making his sister angry was something he had always enjoyed doing since he was a child. "Then let's go to Mahler Villa. By the way, which school do you want to apply for in the future? One book, don't mention two books to me!"
"Are you going to go back to school again?" Peng Bing asked expectantly, "How about going to Tongqi as well?"
"Da Bing, there are so many universities, but none of them are opened by our own family," Peng Bo said with a smile, "Hucai, listen to me, that's right." This is the slogan of Andy Lau's shampoo commercial on TV.
.
"What reasons do you have to convince me?" Peng Bing smiled and walked forward, "Brother, shall we take a taxi?"
"Take a car." Peng Bo pointed to the front, "Here, that one."
"Wow, it's beautiful. It's your company's car?" Peng Bing immediately ran over, opened the door, and got into the car comfortably.
"Our car." Peng Bo said with a smile, "Brother may promise you now that as long as you pass the Shanghai Finance Examination, I will buy you a car after graduating from college." He smiled and waved his hand, "As for the reason, you can tell me soon.
You can see it.”
"What did you see?" Peng Bing blinked his eyes.
"National university rankings, top 100 universities in China."