Shock, this is the expression on the faces of all the editors in the conference room of the Doumao Group now. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Liu Xin, the game editor-in-chief who had previously mocked Mo Yun, opened his mouth slightly at this time, and after a while, he said in disbelief: "This, how is this possible? How can someone cross over? This is a movie, right?"

"How can this live broadcast picture quality reach such a degree of restoration, even if it is another ten years, Suo Xing will not be able to make such a camera, how did he do it?" said the film and television editor-in-chief with a look of surprise.

"Listening to the gunshot, it is indeed the Wangba box and the three-eight big cover of the Fusang system in that era, and now there are some enthusiasts who DIY and play by themselves. The military editor-in-chief hesitated for a moment and spoke.

"It's not a movie, there is no crew, no special effects are added, this is the real live broadcast picture, and the Fuso people who died are really dead. In other words, this anchor should really have crossed over. Wu Xu, the editor-in-chief of photography, lifted the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a calm voice.

As soon as Wu Xu's voice fell, the entire conference room fell silent again, and Liu Xin opened his mouth, but finally did not speak.

Being able to be in charge of a channel on the Doumao platform, these editors naturally have their own uniqueness, if not the top in this area, at least they are not famous.

Wu Xu is in the Huaxia photography industry, at least he can rank in the top five, and before he entered the Doumao Group, he was the queen director of photography for many gold medal directors, and even now there are many directors who are willing to wait for him to cooperate in his free time.

So after Wu Xu asserted that this was not filming but a real live broadcast, everyone present almost believed Wen Yi's crossing.

Seeing that everyone was silent, sitting on the main seat, Cai Wenneng, who was thirty-five years old, climbed to the position of director, with a well-proportioned figure, giving people a down-to-earth and capable feeling, lightly buttoned the table with his knuckles, looked at Mo Yun and said with some doubts: "If this anchor really travels to the Ip Man world, can he still travel back?" Or will he do live broadcasts in the Ip Man world in the future?"

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Mo Yun, and many people were a little envious.

As the leader in this industry, and as the most important content editors of Doumao, they naturally know what kind of potential and value an anchor who can cross, or how generous bonuses can be brought to the editors and anchors in charge of him.

Mo Yun thought for a moment, nodded and said, "If I'm not mistaken, he should be able to travel back again." And the crossing should just be a gimmick and surprise for his live broadcast, and his daily live broadcast is to teach the martial arts brought back from the world of traversal without losing the inheritance. ”

There was a gasp in the conference room, and everyone's gaze at Mo Yun had upgraded from envy to jealousy.

What is this kind of anchor? It's not a genius, it's a demon.

Cai Wenneng's face also showed a look of surprise, I don't know what I suddenly thought, put away the slim notebook in front of me, nodded and said: "Okay, this live broadcast clip is really likely to become one of the best live broadcast clips this year, and when this anchor returns to the real world, he will upgrade the contract to an A-level anchor." That's the end of today's meeting, Mo Yun, come with me. As he spoke, he got up and walked towards the director's office on the side.

Five minutes later, in the director's office with the door closed, Cai Wenneng put a cup of coffee in front of Mo Yun, sat on the leather chair, leaned forward slightly, looked at Mo Yun and said, "Mo Yun, this Wenyi's information should be complete, right?"

Mo Yun's hand holding the coffee cup stiffened slightly, glanced at Cai Wenneng, nodded and said, "I signed a B-level contract, and I am a real-name verified anchor." ”

"Okay, you'll go back and send me a copy of his information. Cai Wenneng nodded.

"This is not in line with the company's rules, the anchor's information is protected by confidentiality regulations. Mo Yun looked at Cai Wenneng, hesitated, and said.

Cai Wenneng's eyes narrowed slightly, his body slowly leaned back on the chair, looked at Mo Yun and was silent for a while, then nodded and said: "Yes, the company's rules can't be broken casually, then you go back and send me the information on the contract upgrade, the A-level contract still needs to be reviewed by me." ”

"Okay, then I'll go back to work first. Mo Yun nodded, put the cup back on the table, opened the door and walked out of the office.

"The inheritance ...... not lost" Cai Wenneng, who was lying in the chair, said lightly, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

Mo Yun, who walked out of the conference room, glanced back at the director's office, his unsmiling face was a little more sad, sighed lightly, and walked towards the outdoor live broadcast editorial department.

At this time, in Foshan Wuguan Street, in the face of martial arts martial artists, those Fusang soldiers who were caught with guns, although they shot down a few people by the first round of shooting, they were quickly disarmed and beaten to death.

Wen Yi climbed the high platform again, looked at the crowd that had gradually dispersed under the stage, and the corpses of the unrecognizable Fusang soldiers, as well as Ip Man who was protected by the crowd, and said loudly: "Foshan compatriots, the Fusang devils are not invincible, and when we are united, they can only tremble.

Now that these Fusang soldiers are dead, everyone should disperse quickly, let's hide outside the city first, the Fusang devils are bound to take revenge on this matter. But as long as everyone dares to resist, the Fuso devils will only be frightened by our retaliation. ”

Today's riot can succeed, although the role of the young man and Ip Man cannot be ignored, but everyone also knows that Wen Yi's shot and those few words are the decisive hammer, so at this time, looking at Wen Yi on the high platform, there was a burst of cheers, and they regarded him as a hero.

"Resist to the end, swear to the death!" someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone shouted along.

Listening to the shouts of two thousand people in unison, Wen Yi only felt a rush of blood rushing above his head, and the whole person was shocked.

Today's matter, he didn't want to take these 2,000 Foshan martial artists and kill all the 20,000 Fusang soldiers of an entire division stationed around Foshan, this is simply nonsense.

What he wants to do is to plant the seeds of rebellion in the hearts of these people, and no longer accept their fate to be slaughtered by devils.

However, now is not the time to issue some long declarations, and the devil soldiers from other places may rush here at any time, so Wen Yi said loudly again: "It will take fifteen minutes for the devil headquarters to come here, and the Fusang devils will be here soon, everyone leave here as soon as possible!"

Everyone nodded solemnly at Wen Yi's words, and under the command of several respected martial artists, they began to disperse towards the four streets, and then disappeared into the streets and alleys of Foshan.

Wen Yi picked up the two light machine guns on the high platform, threw them down directly, and was caught by Jin Shan, who was happy under the high platform, and held them in his arms.

Wen Yi nodded at Jin Shan and walked quickly towards the truck outside the long street.

"Let's go!" Jin Shan shouted, and also walked forward with Wen Yi, and those little brothers with two or three spears on their backs and full of bullets in their cloth pockets ran over one after another.

The truck started, loaded with a carload of people, and quickly left.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also talking enthusiastically.

"The mission to rescue Ip Man has been successfully completed! Brother Yi, you are my male god!"

"Ye Man shouldn't be dead, right? I just saw Zhou Qingquan carry him to the truck. ”

"I actually watched the whole process of the implementation of a plan to resist the Fuso devil, this live broadcast is too fucking exciting. ”

"What is Brother Yi going to do next? I don't really want to form a guerrilla army. ”

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