Facts are often the opposite of people's wishes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Although Duchamp had made a wish to the goddess not to meet the unfamous Yan Zhiji on the continent again, his usual objective logic told him that they would meet soon.

And that's exactly what happened. After arriving at Kasley, Dušan pulled Nick, who did not know the truth, grabbed the first airship, and immediately called a carriage and headed straight for the council square. But only 30 minutes later, the members of the Rainbow Theatre also arrived, and as VIPs, they were arranged by the host at the San Tino Hotel, on the same floor as Duchamp.

After discovering this in advance, Nick was overjoyed, and only thought about going to have a dinner encounter with the big stars of Kezhou, but Duchamp decided to stay at home, and mentioned the famous Rainbow Theater Troupe in the whole continent, and his attitude was really incomprehensible. "In five or six years, there was nothing to attract from this troupe."

Duchamp designated the luxury suite on the top floor of San Tino, facing the square, which he had once used as a broadcasting room. At the moment, there is also a guest sitting in this suite, who is enthusiastically briefing Duchamp and Nick on the preparations for the start of the broadcast.

Looking down from here, there are already some precursors of revelry on the council square. The Star Guide has invested a lot of money in order to start the broadcast, and has placed a full 300 viewers all over the street to broadcast the program for everyone. In addition, there is a breakthrough beyond Duchamp's imagination, Yaning, the second largest city in the Republic, has also installed a rating tower, and the streets there are also ready to watch programs. To the west of Yanin is the trading city of Altair.

"We adopted the suggestion of the Green Leaf Society, and invested in the construction of a ratings tower on the Kasley-Yaning-Altai line as the first coverage route, and then, when the funds were returned, we covered it to the south. Unfortunately, time was too tight, and Altair's ratings tower had not yet been built. Still, we promise. It will be completed in October. ”

"At that time, the meaning will be completely different for Luye International!"

Nick rubbed his hands excitedly, and in this indecent posture, he could still see a little bit of the shopkeeper's appearance. However, now that he has made a name for himself in the business world, Oliver, one of the people in charge of the starry sky guide who sat opposite, was polite to him.

Of course, Nick didn't know it at all. A year ago, this Oliver was an idle history graduate. The same concise experience makes both of them extremely humble.

However, after a few minutes, the two were completely speechless. While Nick was calculating how many viewers he would sell, Oliver passionately praised the birth of the guide station as "driving away the silence of the night and lighting a light for everyone."

Nick's mood was surging for a while, and he found that there was no sound behind him. Turning his head, he saw that the boss was still standing in front of the window without saying a word, staring at the square outside the window.

"Boss, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about the same question as Oliver, if it is born, what kind of future will it bring to the world?" Duchamp snorted slightly.

Originally, there was no TV station in this world, but if it was born, how much would the future of this world deviate from the original predetermined coordinates, and what kind of harm would it bring to him?

Tomorrow night, he'll know!

"Mr. Duchamp. With your wisdom, you must not have any doubts about the historical significance of the launch of the TV station, right? ”

"Of course, it's going to change the world. Changing the shape of human society. Duchamp said with great certainty.

"In this way, it will become easier for mankind to absorb knowledge, easier to discern the truth, to look farther and wiser."

"Poof, it's going to be easier for humans to believe in the present. More vain, more lazy, more stupid. It's easier to be deceived! ”

"Why do you say that?" Oliver was stunned.

"It's a philosophical question, forget it, let's not talk about it, Oliver, call me by name, Styry. I have a reluctant request, and I heard that there will be various performances starting tomorrow in the afternoon. You know, I'm an amateur singer myself. Tomorrow night, I want to go on stage and sing a song, okay? ”

Speaking of this, Oliver lamented that Duchamp did not bring the entire band with him. This young and ambitious director of the star guide station positioned the guide station as "the first in the world" from the beginning, so at the opening ceremony, he invited the ballet troupe of the Grand Duchy of the North, the rainbow troupe of Crossbell in the West, and the artists of the highest level in the Republic of Erebonia.

"The score is here, it hasn't been included in any albums yet, and I need a piano to accompany me."

Oliver took the score, read it, praised it, and immediately decided to find a pianist.

After he hurried out the door, Nick asked puzzledly, "Boss, why do you always think you're not happy?" ”

"Nothing, just a little confused about something unknown." Duchamp said, closing the curtains to cover the night of the city outside the window, and also to cover the heart that was ready to move.

Early the next morning, someone came to inform Duchamp to hurry up and rehearse the song with the band. Nick was busy checking the leaf-bearing screens, which were placed prominently in the windows of buildings on the street, and were now playing some debugging program, or the trailer for the night Star TV. On the Parliamentary Square, a stage for performances has been set up.

Duchamp never imagined that the Dome Gallery would still be used as a live broadcast room. From the live broadcast room inside the Dome Gallery, you can see the external performance stage.

The circular building, which is inherently reverberative, has been carefully furnished and renovated for this night, with the atrium being used as a live broadcast room and surrounded by various equipment and cameras.

The guide invited a special orchestra to accompany the evening, and the orchestra conductor looked at the score several times and felt that it was not difficult to do it, and the pianist and violinist were busy, and Duchamp took the trouble to approach the microphone and cooperate with the rehearsal over and over again.

"Yes, Stellary, this song is so meaningful that it seems to have been specially prepared for the opening ceremony of the TV station."

Behind him came Ms. Liver's voice.

"Aren't you supposed to be busy right now, how can you still have time to patrol the rehearsal hall?"

"It's all done, everything is ready, because I heard Oliver say that you brought us a song, and in a moment of curiosity, come up and listen to it." Lever smiled slightly, pulled Duchamp aside, and whispered a message to him: "There will be martial law in this studio in the evening, and the president will be there in person." ”

"What!" Duchamp was surprised and delighted.

"You should know that in the past two years, the Republic has suffered from economic recession and the impact of the DG Order, which is exactly the time to boost the morale of the people. The launch of the TV station is just an opportunity, because this is the world's first TV station, and the president's propaganda team seems to attach great importance to it, and they have just informed us that the president intends to come to the scene in person, in the studio, and make a speech of about five minutes. Now, the matter is still top secret. ”

Duchamp nodded slightly, recalling the candidate who had seen a stitch in the square. is really a fox-like character, and before the TV starts, he has already realized the changes of the times.

Since then, human democracy has become "TV democracy", elections have become "TV elections", and everything, from life to entertainment to business to human ethics, will become a show!

Duchamp's heart suddenly trembled slightly, he felt as if he had grasped something, and when he thought about it again, the inspiration was fleeting and there was no trace. (To be continued.) )