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Wu Shuang's live broadcast room became a sea of joy, so much so that for the next hour or so, all the topics related to feathers were discussed.

At the same time, when there was a commotion here, in the fourth blue brick courtyard,

Huang Xing, director of "A Beautiful Life", was answering the phone.

"Director Huang, when will this show be cut?"

On the other end of the phone came the voice of Mu Xiaocheng, a producer of Qingmang.

"Mr. Mu, today's recording was very successful, and there are too many materials available.... I don't think it will take much time to cut it out. ”

After thinking about it, Huang Xing told the truth.

I filmed for a day today, and I don't have to worry about the point of seeing at all, but how to choose,

After all, the relevant departments have regulations that the program on the star cannot exceed two hours.

"It won't take too long? That's great..... Will it be broadcast in two weeks?"

Mu Xiaocheng's voice on the phone sounded a little anxious.

"Two weeks, Mr. Mu, why are you in such a hurry?"

"The ratings of the premiere of the variety show 10,000 people fishing over there in Zhangcheng have come out, reaching 0.9, and I have received reliable news that Jiang Xinyan's desert off-road on the left-hand side will officially start filming tomorrow, and their program will start from the beginning of the subject, so it will also start in two weeks..... In addition to these, other super lines also have their own actions......"

Speaking of this, Mu Xiaocheng stopped.

He knew that Huang Xing should have understood what he meant.

If this variety show is broadcast later, the worse the effect may be, and it will even be attacked by various variety shows.

really

Huang Xing blurted out the next moment,

"What does Mr. Mu mean that it will be officially launched in two weeks.....?

The variety show of a good life invites all national-level characters, and there is not much traffic in itself.

The traffic of the entire show is supported by Tong Ya and Wu Shuang in the early stage, and if it is not promoted, the ratings may not be as stable as imagined.

"You don't have to worry about publicity, just cut the film out after two weeks. ”

"That's... Alright then, Mr. Mu!"

"Hmm!"

In this way, after chatting a few more words, the two hung up the phone.

Standing in the small courtyard and letting out a long breath,

Huang Xing looked at his phone and couldn't help frowning.

"The ratings of the premiere of 10,000 people fishing reached 0.9, which is really amazing...... The king of heaven is the king of heaven, and his own fan base is definitely not blown out, so to speak.... Jiang Xinyan's variety show premiere ratings will definitely not be too low!"

Muttering to himself, Huang Xing entered his room.

........

Shangjing City, late at night, in the homes of ordinary people in a residential community,

An old man in his sixties was sitting on the sofa with his mobile phone and watching something. 、

"Old man, it's almost twelve o'clock, and you still haven't rested?"

At this time, an old lady walked by the door of the bedroom, and after glaring at the old man dissatisfied, she said.

"Old woman, I want to try!"

When the old man heard this, he slowly raised his head to reveal a face that had been through vicissitudes.

"Try it, old man.... Can we face it? You are not the same person you were 30 years ago, aren't you tired of reading so many job advertisements every day?"

Hearing this, the old lady seemed to have become accustomed to it.

While complaining, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes.

The old man's name is Bai Dasheng,

Don't look at it now, in the past 30 years, he was also a man of the year in the Xia Kingdom, because of the secret spectrum handed down by his ancestors, he could make a full banquet of the Manchu and Han Dynasty, so he was called the kitchen god by the outside world.

Unfortunately, he was unfortunately infected during a so-called virus epidemic.

Although the disease was finally cured, he lost his sense of taste forever because of the effects of taking drugs.

What is it like for a chef to lose his sense of taste?

Since then, Bai Dasheng has been in a slump, losing his job as the head chef of a top restaurant, and the whole person has fallen into depression.

Until a few years ago, he felt to himself that the lost sense of taste seemed to be slowly returning.

So I wanted to go out and look for a job again.

However, times have changed,

Thirty years later, it is no longer the era of his Bai Dasheng, but the era of Michelin-starred chefs abroad.

Plus I'm getting older,

Those young HRs who have never heard Bai Dasheng's name will pass directly as soon as they see their resumes, and they will not be given any opportunities for interviews and food tastings at all.

Now the old couple has opened a small restaurant by themselves,

Although the customers are full every day, it still can't stop Bai Dasheng's heart that wants to return to the top.

The street shop is not his place.

"No, that's why I want to try it in the desert myself....."

At this moment, Bai Dasheng's eyes were firm and firm.

"Try it in the desert? Old man, are you really confused? Haven't you been looking for a job as a chef? What are you doing in the desert? Don't you think you have enough hair on your braised egg?"

When she heard this, the old woman frowned, and reached out to touch her old man's forehead.

After years of depression, Bai Dasheng has long been bald, revealing his burnt brown scalp.

"There is a star who has built an ancient building group in the Tengli Desert, which is a 4A-level scenic spot, and the largest ancient restaurant is recruiting a chef..... In addition to the high salary, there is also the opportunity to buy an ancient building. ”

Bai Dasheng subconsciously clenched his fists.

The recruitment advertisement attracted him not to the 4A scenic spot, but to the four words of the ancient restaurant.

The dishes he is best at are all groped out from the ancient books left by his ancestors, and if those dishes can be placed in the real ancient buildings, that feeling...... Definitely beyond what it was thirty years ago.

"In the desert? are you talking about Wu Shuang?"

However, Bai Dasheng didn't say that it was okay, and when he said that the old lady's eyes were even brighter than his.

"Well, it seems like that's the ....."

"Then old man, why don't you try it, don't submit your resume this time, go directly to the desert to find him as an interview dish!"

"Why are you .....?"

Seeing that the attitude of his wife before and after was too different, Bai Dasheng felt a little blind.

"I couldn't sleep at night some time ago and happened to listen to his story......"

"Huh, that's the guy you're talking about?"

Bai Dasheng suddenly realized.

Recently, my wife has been saying that there is a star who tells a very good story, and asked him to listen to it too, saying that after listening to it, he will think about those messy things differently.

Outcome... It's a coincidence.

"Hmm!

"Then I'll leave tomorrow......"

......

The night is getting deeper, except for those night owls who stay up late and the hard-working night workers, most of the people in the Xia Kingdom have entered their dreams.

However, at this time, Wu Shuang, who turned off the live broadcast, still did not rest.

He had just finished reading a piece of information from Qiao Shan.

"Build a high-speed rail station to completely open up the connection between Guyuan Village and the outside world, and connect this high-speed rail station to the high-speed rail network of the entire Xia Kingdom?"

Touching his chin, Wu Shuang looked at the cover of the information and muttered to himself.