"I can be said to have collapsed in front of me and my face remains unchanged. With such a large formation, I remained motionless and my heart was as calm as water!"

"Isn't it all Xiaozhuang and Xiaoyuan talking about it? You just stand and do nothing."

"Are you not tired when standing? You have a lot of credit when standing."

At the club department, Zhuang Zhou heard Mr. Qian brag before he even entered. Mr. Qian looked at the two of them and hurriedly said, "Come on, come on, tell them quickly. Did I have the style of a general at that time?"

"Absolutely, if it weren't for your conservatism, we wouldn't be able to hold on."

"Look! Look!"

"Don't be shameless, Xiaozhuang is giving you face!"

After a few words, Zhuang Zhou walked towards another uncle and greeted him: "Hello Mr. Lu!"

Mr. Lu was stunned and said, "Okay, what's wrong with me?"

"Something is wrong. I heard that your child works at Tianhai TV Station?"

"yes."

"Can you help me build a bridge? I want to talk about cooperation."

"No problem, no problem!"

Since he showed his loyalty to the community, these people used to be enthusiastic, but now they are intimate. Mr. Lu called immediately and his son happened to be fine. After a while, the video call was called to A Yuan's cell phone.

The son's name is Lu Yi, with fat heads and big ears, greasy temperaments, and honesty.

"Hello Brother Lu!"

"You're welcome, you're welcome. I heard from my dad. I really didn't expect that we could still produce such a talented person in the stacking building."

After a few greetings, Zhuang Zhou went straight to the topic: "I'll ask if your TV station is going to hold the Qiqiao Festival party?"

"yes."

“How are you preparing?”

"Oh, it's hard to describe it!"

Lu Yi began to complain: "Now TV stations are sunset industries, and nothing can match. The superiors also require cultural publicity and spiritual civilization to be created... It's a big deal. Except for my parents, who still watch TV?"

Today's TV stations would have been eliminated long ago if they had not still assumed the role of government public opinion.

CCTV is still awesome, and local TV stations are not as good as other ones. They rely on financial appropriations and poor advertising revenue, and there are fewer and fewer channels, and some even report some news every day.

Because in this extremely developed information age, TV stations have no commercial advantages except for representing official status and authoritative news releases.

TVs have also changed a lot, now called "home entertainment equipment", which can surf the Internet, play games, watch programs, video calls, etc.

After hearing this, Zhuang Zhou complained and said with a smile: "That's right, can you leave me two places for your Qiqiao party?"

"You want to be on the show?"

"Is that OK?"

Yes, that's great!

Lu Yi was screaming in his heart, and his fat flesh was trembling. Who would still attend the party now? The virtual stars who were slightly red ignored it. The station had little funding, so they had to do it. Everything was simple.

But on the surface, he was reserved and said, "I can't make the decision. You have to use it for review first, and there is also the issue of remuneration..."

"No, just send a red envelope, but you have to help promote it. We promise to sing two new songs."

"New song?"

"Yes, it must be above the level."

"Oh, then I'll tell the leaders of the station to give you news as soon as possible..."

Lu Yi was about to quit, and Zhuang Zhou hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, do you recognize other people who work on TV stations? Let me introduce it?"

"I have a classmate at Zhongyuantai. I'll give you his contact information."

"Okay, thank you!"

Not long after, Zhongyuan Taiwan also contacted him.

Zhuang Zhou also promised to sing two new songs, not new songs, but one song and multiple songs.

Immediately afterwards, he took the initiative to knock on the doors of Nanyue Taiwan, Fujian Provincial Taiwan, and Baodao Taiwan. Don’t pay any rewards, just give a red envelope. There must be a Nanyue Cantonese song and a Fujian song.

The other party was even more excited. Whose special lady still wrote this now?

...

Finally, he found Mr. Qian again and asked, "Tell me a brief explanation, how many people are there in the cultural exchange association?"

"More than 2,000 people."

"Everything represents different stacked buildings?"

“Most of it.”

"Then what do you do every day?"

"Talk about real-time news, national events, astronomy and geography from ancient times to the present, human nature and psychology, family and life, subtle emotions between men and women... of course, it is mainly yellowed pictures."

“Everyone has the appeal in the community like you?”

"Of course, only people of the same level can be friends!"

It's OK!

Zhuang Zhou clapped his face and, sure enough, he was reborn in the stacked building and was extremely correct!

"Please call for the Qiqiao Party, let everyone take a look and like it if you like it."

"To Teresa Teng?"

"certainly!"

"Pack to me!"

Mr. Qian patted his chest: "Give those trash items a thumbs up, we won't do anything if we spend money! But the quality of your new song is good, otherwise I won't have any face..."

"It's certainly OK!"

Zhuang Zhou made a promise and teased the old man again, and said mysteriously: "Don't you always guess where I made the work?"

“Where?”

Qian's eyes lit up, and this matter has always confused everyone.

"I used to wander around. One day, I walked to a place called Nanyang and encountered a thatched cottage where a strange man named "Mr. Wolong" lives.

The gentleman was fighting with a shameless man named Wang Lang. He killed him with a Qinglong Yanyue and fell off his horse. He was so happy that he passed on three volumes of the Heavenly Book, including five hundred years in total…”

"You are Rajebao!"

Mr. Qian waved his hand and left: "You might as well say that you traveled through time! Forget it if you don't say it!"

…………

Identity authentication is required for mobile phones, VR, etc., and Zhuang Zhou’s household registration has not been completed yet, but Lao Wu promised that it will be soon.

Well, it's almost done.

So for the time being, A Yuan’s new computer is nearly 10,000 yuan, which is much better than the previous rags.

He finally wore new clothes, shirts, casual jackets, jeans, and cleanly took care of them. It took more than twenty chapters to show the appearance and figure that a protagonist should have.

A Yuan also bought a piece and said goodbye to the sloppy, and the girl's youthful spirit naturally emanated.

Her hair was almost drooping to her shoulders, her bangs were a little neat, her face was small and round, her eyes were big and bright, but she squinted when she smiled, giving her the déjà-Quan's feeling.

Now, she is settled.

"120,000 + 100,000 + 100,000... Grasshopper received eight orders, and after the expenses, there were still 780,000 left."

"No one is looking for commercial performances?"

"It's gone."

Good guy, even if he is not banned, the entertainment industry in this world is too inclined!

A Yuan was taught by him and was practicing his thinking ability, so he asked: "So far, you have a brief analysis of this matter."

"Well……"

She scratched her head and said seriously: "Uncle Lu's son is on Tianhai TV. This is called discovering the interpersonal relationships around her. We take the initiative to play on the show and they help promote it. This is called mutual benefit."

"Hmm, then what?"

"Then you can keep the popularity and continue the business performance until you make enough money to start a company."

"Good, it's progressing very quickly!"

Zhuang Zhou finally couldn't help it and reached out to rub her head. A Yuan was stunned, like a cat who was touched by the head for the first time, not adapting but not resisting.

"But you ignore some things and you won't be able to explain them clearly for a while, so you can talk about them slowly in the future."

(The supporting roles will appear in large numbers one after another, who will claim their own...and...)
Chapter completed!