The Dilemma of 287 Children's Channel

The screening of "Fuse" is in full swing, and the box office performance and reputation are also booming.

Everyone was very happy.

Whether it is a film practitioner, an ordinary fan, or just someone else, it is very happy.

Film practitioners saw hope in the hit screening of "Fuse", and then everyone realized that, wow, it turns out that kung fu films are so popular, it turns out that the police-themed movie audience still loves to watch, and as long as they are well filmed, they love to watch them.

And everyone also learned a trick from the production model of "Fuse", which is factory-based creation, find a team to write scripts, find a team to photography, and find a professional team to post-production, and find a professional team to find everything, no longer work alone, no longer work alone.

Isn't this what "Fuse" does?

Moreover, "Fuse" has built this industrial growth line, and everyone just needs to follow it.

So film practitioners or related industry practitioners are very happy that everyone has seen the sunny dawn.

As for the general public, everyone has good works to appreciate, and the ticket price is not high. Moreover, the emergence of "Fuse" quickly led a number of movies with similar themes to be put on the shooting schedule. It is said that Jia Ke's "Infernal Affairs" and Lin Chao's "New Police Story" have started filming. They are all ideas provided by Chen Fei and should be good-looking. In addition to these two people, the same themes of other directors are also being prepared to shoot. In the future, if everyone has a good show, they will naturally be happy.

So after the release of "Fuse", people across the country were excited.

But some people are not happy.

For example, Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei, male, forty-four years old, head of the Children's Channel of China National Radio.

He is a real and honest child program major. He studied this in college. After graduation, he entered the children's channel and started from the grassroots job. He worked hard all the way and finally got to the position of the person in charge.

Just as I was planning to do something vigorously, I suddenly found that the situation had changed. The world was no longer the same world as before. There were Internet everywhere, and live broadcasts and short videos were all attracted. Children's programs had been marginalized to the point of being in danger.

At this time, he would not only make great achievements, but even basic survival seemed difficult.

If it weren't for the fact that the children's channel was a public institution and financial appropriations, their department would have gone bankrupt and all of them would have been unemployed.

Some people in the unit, especially those who are about to retire, are at ease with their salary, making a day of peace, waiting for retirement and waiting for their rest.

But he, Zhang Wei, could not.

He is still young, he still has career ambitions, and he is also concerned about the country's children's literary and artistic career.

But if this continues, all the authors engaged in children's literary and artistic creation will have to change their careers, and their industry will be completely dead. In the future, the children will no longer see good TV and movies, nor will they hear good stories.

In fact, let alone the future, even now, excellent works are rare.

What should I do?

Zhang Wei has been worried.

On this day, when "Fuse" was in full swing, his youngest son grabbed his hand and said coquettishly: "Dad, take me to the movie, right?"

"Okay, what movie does the baby want to watch?"

He squatted down and rubbed his son's thick black hair lovingly with his wide palms, his eyes full of kindness.

"Dad, I want to watch "The Fuse"." the son immediately jumped and said happily.

fuse?

Zhang Wei raised his eyebrows.

"Fuse" is a good movie. He went to watch it when it was released. Several colleagues in the company made an appointment to buy tickets and went to watch it together.

After watching it, everyone let out a long breath and felt extremely happy.

The movie has a compact story, a bright rhythm and a hot action. Whether it is martial arts or gunfights, it presents a strong realistic style. It is really beautiful.

Moreover, the literary drama of this movie is also very good, showing the protagonist's jealousy of evil, the undercover spirit of not fearing difficulties to the fullest, and portraying the greatness and sacrifice of the police to life.

After watching it, everyone couldn't help but sigh, "It's really not easy for a policeman!"

Many people reposted the sentence on meager: "There is no peaceful time in the world, it's just that someone is carrying the burden on you."

But no matter how good this movie is, it is not suitable for his son to watch, because it is too bloody and violent, and there are many crime scenes in it, which are not suitable for young people and children to watch, so this movie requires the viewer to be at least eighteen years old.

In other words, his youngest son will definitely not be able to see him.

It is May 20th now, and June 1st is coming in a few days, and Children's Day is here, but his baby son has no good movies, no good stories, and no good cartoons.

well--

Zhang Wei raised his head and sighed a long time.

As a practitioner of children's programs, he felt deeply helpless and sad about it.

That afternoon, after arriving at the unit, Zhang Wei summoned all the staff to the conference room for a meeting.

He always loved to laugh and had a serious face, and his expression was a little scary, which scared several people in the unit who liked to joke with him. He hurriedly hid far away and didn't dare to get close to him.

The meeting began on time at 3 pm.

He looked at the watch at about three o'clock, so he raised his head and said, "The time is up, and the meeting is now. The first item is to call the name, and each department will see if all their people have arrived?"

His tone was unprecedentedly serious.

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became solemn.

Everyone's hearts were stuttering, and an uneasy feeling lingered in their hearts.

"Why is Lao Zhang so serious?"

"Isn't something happened in the unit?"

"Are we going to restructure? Or have we been laid off?"

Everyone's hearts were hanging, and everyone was in a hurry.

But no one dared to ask, everyone was just doing the title work as Zhang Wei asked.

Soon, someone stood up and reported: "Director, the Creation Department is all here!"

"The broadcasting department has arrived except Wang Sha. Director, Wang Sha has asked for leave from you, and her child is hospitalized when she is sick."

Zhang Wei nodded, indicating that he knew.

The other departments also reported one by one.

After a while, Zhang Wei looked around and then said, "Comrades, we have gathered everyone together today because there is a very important thing. I want to discuss it with you!"

He paused for a moment, then he glanced at everyone and said earnestly: "Comrades, we can't continue like this!"

Um?

Everyone was stunned.

Can't continue like this? What does it mean?

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Zhang Wei talked about what happened this morning and his thoughts.

"Comrades, the current development of children's literature and art is really bad. As practitioners of children's literature and art, we are really heartbroken. We don't talk about those big talks about the country and the people. Just start from our own children's perspective, the current situation is really bad. Therefore, we must make changes, and we practitioners must work hard for this!"

He made a declaration of battle.

He decided that he would lead everyone to declare war on this situation.

After the passionate speech, a colleague stood up: "Director, what you said is actually very good, but - where does the money come from? Where does the good works come from?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the quiet conference room was in full swing and everyone started to talk.

"Yes, without money, nothing can be done!"

"If you don't want to say anything else, just talk about the project we applied for last month, at least one million, but the top only gave 100,000 yuan, which is not enough. If you don't have money, even if the king of heaven comes, you can't make a good program at all!"

"And the worst thing is that no one is willing to create children's programs now. Everyone has to write whatever they have money."

"That's right, let's not talk about anything else, all the three authors I know went to Yudian Chinese to write online novels. They have earned tens of thousands of yuan a month now, which is much better than before. Who can write about children's literature and art?"

Twittering twittering twittering.

The discussions in the conference room were getting louder and louder.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Zhang Wei knocked on the microphone.

"Quiet! Quiet! Stop talking!"

After several seconds, the conference room gradually became quiet. Everyone stopped whispering, but raised their heads together and looked at him without blinking.

Zhang Wei looked around: "I know all the issues we discussed just now, but comrades, if you have problems or difficulties, it does not mean that we can stop working hard, nor does it mean that we can give up on ourselves. Our parents have long told us a truth with actions that as long as you want to do it, there are always more ways than difficulties."

Everyone was silent.

Zhang Wei continued: "Today we gather everyone together, not to discuss what difficulties we have or complain. Needless to say, everyone knows the difficulties and sufferings we encounter in children's literature and art, but we cannot wait passively like this. We have to solve the problem and we have to find a way. So, at this meeting today, I hope everyone will use their brains to carry forward the collective wisdom and think about how to solve it together."

The conference room became quieter and there were people looking around before and using their eyes to communicate. At this moment, there was no such communication. Everyone either frowned, lowered their heads, or played with their fingers, and no one looked directly at the rostrum with his eyes.

The wind that had been blowing in before and whistled the curtains, stopped now, and the curtains were quietly drooping.

Outside the windowsill, a few birds looking curiously inside, also flew away with a thunderous sound, as if afraid that Zhang Wei would ask a question.

Everyone was just silent.

Zhang Wei smiled bitterly.
To be continued...