The sky was clear today.

Western Film and Television City, the crew of "The Emperor of the Han Dynasty", director Zhang Yichi is supervising the assistant director to make up the shots.

Although the whole drama has been completed, in post-production, such and such shooting loopholes will still be found, so this needs to enter the reshooting stage.

Buzzing.

The phone vibrates.

After finishing the play to one of the supporting actresses, Zhang Yichi picked up his mobile phone while staring at the filming scene.

As soon as I saw it, I saw the WeChat sent by my nephew Zhang Chao, which was a long recording.

Zhang Yichi frowned, to be honest, he hated people who sent large paragraphs of voice on WeChat, because there were occasional accidents during the playback, which led to the end of the playback, and then the person had to listen to it from the beginning again.

If it was a few seconds of voice, Zhang Chao, the kid, actually sent a voice that lasted for nearly three minutes.

Zhang Yichi touched the beard on his chin, and finally decided not to listen.

He was about to turn off his mobile phone, and Zhang Chao sent another text: "Uncle, this time you must click on it to listen! This time, I promise, it is definitely a divine comedy, and it definitely meets your requirements, to tell you the truth, this is a masterpiece created by a master that my nephew met by chance!"

Zhang Yichi was silent for a moment, and finally clicked on the recording.

"Ding—"

When the first scale sounded, Zhang Yichi didn't react much.

But then, when the big scales swept in like waves, the vast and majestic momentum made Zhang Yichi suffocate in an instant.

After a moment, he screamed excitedly.

Everyone in the entire crew watched it, including several actors who were making up the film.

Zhang Yichi ignored it, the whole person was in good spirits, and he was immersed in music alone.

The rhythmic rhythm sounded like spring thunder in his ears, making Zhang Yichi's breathing a little faster.

"Zhang Qing, this trip is difficult, full of dangers, and ...... on the road"

"Your Majesty! Wechen has been gracious for a long time, and I am fortunate to have to take on this burden today!

"Zhang Qing, I'll send someone else to ......"

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's health, Weichen is on the road!"

"Alas, if you don't go back......"

"And never go back!"

The corners of Zhang Yichi's eyes moistened.

At the age of fifty, when he knows the destiny of heaven, he has long looked down on the honor and disgrace of the world.

However, in this heart, the glory of the ancestors has always been placed heavily in his heart.

How many people still know about me?

How many people still know about the forgotten history of my ancestors?

It was a crisis-ridden era, and if Zhang Qian wanted to go through the Western Regions, it was inevitable to pass through the land of the Huns.

And the Xiongnu have always been the henchmen of the Han Dynasty, ruthless and moody.

Zhang Qian and his entourage of 100 people could not encounter misfortune in the end, and were detained by the Xiongnu and stayed for ten years.

But for a long time, Zhang Qian still did not forget the task on his back, nor did he waver in his determination to complete the task, during the relaxation of the Huns, while he was unprepared, he led his entourage and escaped from the Hun court.

It was an extremely arduous march.

On the Great Gobi Desert, flying sand and rocks, heat waves rolling, green ridges as high as roofs, snow and ice, and cold winds are biting.

Along the way, there are sparse people, water sources are scarce, and the hurried escape and material preparation are insufficient, so Zhang Qian's trip can be called a wind and food, and he has experienced hardships.

When the dry food was exhausted, he waited to satisfy his hunger by shooting and killing the beasts.

Many of the followers died of hunger and thirst, and some people continued to die in yellow sand and ice caves, giving their lives.

The whole song is limited by the volume and sound quality of the mobile phone, which cannot fully reflect its majesty, but even so, it makes Zhang Yichi cry.

He could imagine what it would be like if this piece, with other instruments, were combined into a complete concerto!

"Good tune!"

When the song was finished, Zhang Yichi was amazed.

Immediately, he ignored the strange looks of others, and hurriedly dialed his nephew Zhang Chao's phone: "Where is the master?"

After getting Liao Yuan's contact information, Zhang Yichi couldn't wait to ask the assistant to book a ticket and return to the East China Sea.

"Director Zhang, there are still a few shots that have not been retaken...... the assistant director hurriedly stepped forward.

Zhang Yichi said without looking back: "You are fully responsible." ”

Then, board the jeep and head towards the airport.

......

Tokai Radio.

Early in the morning, Liao Yuan came to the company on time, and he once again attracted the attention of all the staff of the entire radio station.

Cautiously came all the way to the network department, as soon as the elevator door opened, I saw Xiao Peng walking around in front of the elevator door excitedly, as soon as he saw Liao Yuan, he quickly stretched out his hands and shouted excitedly: "Brother Yuan!"

"What's wrong?" asked Liao Yuan.

"Brother Yuan, Brother Yuanhug, hug that flies!"

"Get out!"

slapped Xiao Peng's brain open, and Liao Yuan said in disgust: "What's the matter?"

Xiao Peng got up from the ground and said excitedly: "Do you know how high the on-demand rate of "Late Night Ghost Blows the Lantern" is?"

"How tall?" Liao Yuan said curiously.

Xiao Peng stretched out two fingers and shouted, "Two million! Mom, Brother Yuan, it's two million!"

Since there is no comparison, Liao Yuan doesn't know whether two million is more or less.

But seeing Xiao Peng's ecstasy, it was probably quite a lot.

It wasn't until after the morning meeting began that Liao Yuan knew what two million on-demand views meant.

"After the launch of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern in the Middle of the Night", the number of registrations on the official website has risen rapidly, generating up to 1.9 million new user registrations within 12 hours, and the number of on-demand views in 12 hours has reached 2.11 million, and the number of comments has reached 130,000.

After Chen Muen read out the results of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern in the Middle of the Night", there was a round of applause at the scene.

Xiao Peng straightened his waist and looked proud.

"Teacher Liao, congratulations, are you free tonight?

"Fight the local tyrants! Teacher Liao must have a treat today!"

"Mr. Liao's "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is really good!"

"Boom, I'm a fan of Mr. Liao!"

A group of female employees of Yingying Yanyan surrounded Liao Yuan with a smile.

Chen Muen glanced at Liao Yuan, who was immovable, a little surprised by Liao Yuan's calmness, she thought about it and said: "Our network department is different from the first and second parts of the program, we rely on traffic to speak, if a program reaches 100,000 hits, then there will be a bonus of 1,000 yuan." ”

Liao Yuan was shocked!

At this time, he finally got up and quickly calculated the number of bonuses represented by the 2.11 million clicks in his heart.

Ultimately......

21,000 yuan!

broadcast a program, and there will be 20,000 yuan in the pocket?

Liao Yuan was a little surprised!

He finally smiled.

So, if it's 20,000 a day, then it's more than 600,000 a month?

It's 100 times more than your own salary!

Chen Muen was relieved when she saw that Liao Yuan's face finally changed, and said: "It's rare for our network department to have a program that breaks one million hits in a single day, so Director Lai said that when she comes back from a business trip, she will feast all colleagues as soon as possible." ”

The female staff burst into cheers.

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ps: Bigwigs, recommend a ticket to take a walk, and live a life of nine hundred and nine (*°▽°*)