"Mr. Zhou, what do you want to drink?"

"Coffee? Or a drink? ”

The next day was the day of the rehearsal of the party, and when I came to the party site on the weekend, the staff of the entire party production team immediately gathered around to ask for warmth.

I was a little stunned for a while on the weekend, and these staff were too enthusiastic to make offerings to themselves as bodhisattvas.

After a while, even the chief director of the party put down the work at hand and rushed over.

"Mr. Zhou, I am Wan Zheng, the director of this Midyear Festival party."

Wan Zheng's eyes made his heart a little hairy when he saw the weekend.

It's no wonder that Wan Zheng, as an assistant director who has been in a TV station for more than ten years, finally became the chief director, but it is a political task assigned by the leader.

He originally felt that this time he was purely pushed out by the stage to take the blame, and maybe after this time, his career may come to an end.

But to everyone's surprise, as soon as the guest list was announced yesterday, the tickets for the party were sold out.

At that moment, Wan Zheng seemed to see a glimmer of light from the darkness.

Perhaps, this party is not the end of his career, but the clarion call for his own serf.

And all this started because of the weekend, and those who bought tickets were all coming for the weekend.

"Mr. Zhou, if you have any requirements for the stage, as long as I can do it, I will do it for you, and I will do my best to cooperate......"

Wan Zheng patted his chest and assured that he didn't know, and thought that he was not the director of the party, but specialized in running errands for the weekend.

"Ah, this ......" Zhou Zhou confirmed that Wan Zheng was not greedy for his body, so he was relieved a little, and said tentatively: "Can you really ask for anything?" ”

"Just mention it, if I can do it, I'll do it now, and if I can't do it, I'll do it for you!"

Wan Zheng said happily, without ambiguity at all.

And this kind of good thing?

On the weekend, his eyes lit up, and he immediately talked endlessly in front of Wan Zheng for nearly half an hour, and his mouth was dry.

"Quick, pour Mr. Zhou a glass of water......"

After listening to the weekend's vision for the stage, Wan Zheng asked with a worried face: "We can basically do all these requirements you said...... However, I'm worried that something will happen, what if I scare the audience into a psychological shadow? ”

From the picture described over the weekend, Wan Zheng's hairs stand on end just thinking about it.

If it is really presented on the spot, the effect may be even more realistic, and he is a little worried about the audience tomorrow night.

"Midyear Gala, of course, it has to be in line with the theme."

He laughed on the weekend, he couldn't get rid of the label of the underworld, so he would just give everyone a deeper impression.

"Okay, just follow your instructions~"

Wan Zheng pondered for a moment, and immediately agreed.

How bold is man, how fruitful is the earth.

He used to be too honest and disciplined, even if he was conscientious and diligent in his work, the leader could not see that everything was in vain.

Maybe the bigger the noise at this party, the greater the probability that you can get the attention of the leaders.

Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and what Wan Zheng says this time, he must also seize this opportunity to turn over.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the weekend left from the party site.

In the next stage arrangement, he, a layman, will not guide the insider, and just wait for the stage tomorrow night.

Not long after coming out of the TV station, Pei Chuyue called excitedly.

"Over the weekend, I would like to tell you the good news that the audience of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" has increased recently, and the response has been very enthusiastic, and the station has decided to publish "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" ......"

"Just now, our director talked to me, and the station asked me to contact you and said that I was willing to pay 500,000 yuan to buy your copyright."

Pei Chuyue thought this was a good thing, and called the weekend excitedly, but the weekend was obviously not as happy as she imagined, and even sneered on the phone.

Half a million?

I almost laughed out loud on the spot on the weekend, these guys really dare to think, let alone 500,000, even if it is 100,000 and a half million, they won't agree to it on the weekend.

"Why don't you talk over the weekend?"

Pei Chuyue, who was on the other side of the phone, quickly sensed that something was wrong.

"You just tell the leaders, don't say 500,000, even if it's 50 million, don't think about it."

Laughed over the weekend.

Sometimes it's just a coincidence, the phenomenal super IP of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" was once given away by the original author at an ultra-low price at a super low price.

I didn't expect that even if I traveled to a parallel world, I would encounter something similar.

The radio station does not have its own publisher, and the leaders in Pei Chuyuetai just saw the potential of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", and wanted to get close to the water and get the copyright first.

"Oh, it's good I didn't say yes."

Pei Chuyue breathed a sigh of relief in fear, she didn't realize until now that the value of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" would be a data that surprised everyone.

It is estimated that the radio leader, that is, seeing that Pei Chuyue couldn't recognize the value behind "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", wanted to communicate with himself through her.

It's a pity that they ran into the weekend.

"Chuyue, anyway, no matter what kind of price your leaders offer, you don't have to agree, I'll deal with it after my party is busy."

The weekend was not too worried, because there was a lesson from the past on the earth, so he had already left his hands on it, and he had already registered the copyright of Yiying.

Blue Star is not the earth, and the rules of copyright law must be improved a lot, as long as you don't make a fool of yourself on the weekend, no one can snatch the copyright of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern".

"Well, I see, then I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, I went back to prepare for tomorrow's mid-year party on the weekend.

Just when he was concentrating on preparing for the Midyear Festival party on the weekend, his old acquaintance Chen Yu was also giving an exclusive interview at this time.

"I don't know what you think of the invitation to the Golden Melody Awards Gala this time?"

As the most authoritative award in the Chinese pop music scene, the Golden Melody Award is naturally needless to say, so Chen Yu's invitation was quickly learned by some gossip media.

In fact, the list of the Golden Melody Awards party has not been completely announced, and the news that Chen Yu received the invitation spread so quickly, it is unknown whether someone deliberately leaked it.

Of course, in the entertainment industry, you don't have to worry about these small details.

"As a musician, I feel very honored to be invited to the Golden Melody Awards Gala."

In the face of the reporter's question, Chen Yu had already made preparations, and various expressions were also very well acted.

"Speaking of musicians, although Chen Yu has never won any awards at the Golden Melody Awards, you are known as a leader among the young generation of Chinese pop music, so what kind of person do you think can be called a musician?"

Chen Yu looked at the reporter with a dark face, was this guy arranged by the company? How does it feel like a little black man, which pot is not opened?

"From my own point of view, I think we should be more grounded in the work itself, without the support of the work, even if I can get everyone's short-term attention by relying on some sensationalism, it is difficult to get everyone's real love."

Chen Yu didn't know why, but as he spoke, he remembered the hateful face of the weekend, and even gritted his teeth a little.

The reporter sitting across from him had his eyes lit up on the spot.

He smelled gunpowder!

Chen Yu's words seem to mean something?