You call this entrepreneurship?

Chapter 301 Kyushu

evening.

As the sun sets, the sky is dyed with fiery red clouds, giving the ground a layer of golden light.

The streets were busy with traffic during the evening rush hour after get off work, and from time to time the sound of hurried car horns broke into the room through the open windows.

Director Qian, who was writing at his desk, put down his pen in frustration and shouted, "Xiao Sun, Xiao Sun! Close the window!"

After calling out a few times but getting no response, Director Qian looked up and found the office empty. Only then did he realize that his secretary Xiao Sun had gone to the cafeteria.

Director Qian stood up from his seat, walked to the window, stretched himself, and exhaled a breath.

Looking at the life outside the window, Director Qian's heart gradually calmed down, and the anxiety caused by writing materials also dissipated.

The National Games will be held in a few months, and there are a lot of preparations to do, especially the preparations and rehearsals related to the opening ceremony.

There are countless things to do regarding personnel, costumes, props, and program rehearsals, and there are new problems waiting to be solved every day.

This was also Director Qian’s first time participating in such a large sporting event, and he felt a lot of pressure.

This year's National Games is the first large-scale comprehensive sports event to adopt the bidding form to determine the host unit, and it will also be the largest in history.

This concerns the image of Jiangsu Province, and we must not be careless.

Looking out the window at a few teenagers running and laughing on the street after school, Director Qian somehow thought of last year's "International Global Marathon".

That was the first time that Jinling hosted a marathon, and it was an international event.

Director Qian was paralyzed when he received the notice from his leader. He had no experience at all, but he had no choice but to go ahead.

Fortunately, the Olympic Committee participated in that marathon, and Beijing also sent a team of experts to assist Jinling in organizing the event, so that they would not make any mistakes, but they were still inevitably in a rush.

Domestic sponsors and American sponsors also actively cooperated and did not make any strange requests, only seeking publicity effects.

It is not easy to find such a reasonable sponsor who is willing to spend money. This is the first time Director Qian has met one.

I heard that when the competition was set up, only Beijing was considered, and it was the domestic sponsors who specifically requested that Nanjing be added.

Jinling completely picked up a ready-made bargain, while other cities had to spend money to grab the quota. The leaders at the time were so happy that they slapped their thighs.

The administrative agency returned the favor by plastering the entire city with posters of the sponsors.

What was the name of that sponsor?

Oh, campus network.

Director Qian let out a long sigh, closed the window, checked the time, and turned on the TV.

"Love is everywhere, transparent, pure, and free... Carry love with you, Wahaha Pure Water"

"Cool and refreshing, enjoy with the whole family, Liushen Shower Gel..."

Director Qian frowned, picked up the remote control and turned down the volume. "What a crappy ad."

Today's advertisements are so boring and vulgar, but these two advertisements are still acceptable to watch.

Many advertisements are nothing more than noise pollution.

For example, I won’t accept gifts during the Chinese New Year this year…

Very few advertisements are memorable, and most are simply advertising bombardment.

Director Qian picked up the pen and was about to write when suddenly a melodious music came from the TV.

The strange tune stunned him for a moment, and he couldn't tell what instrument it was.

I just felt a desolate and vast atmosphere coming towards me, the vast sea of ​​sand and the melodious sound of camel bells.

He looked up and saw the scenes flashing by on the screen: the desert, the oasis, the Crescent Lake, and the running horses leaving a trail of dark shadows.

Is this some kind of landscape documentary?
The background music was quite interesting. Just when Director Qian was stunned, the tune suddenly changed.

The graceful and beautiful sound of the guzheng, with its brisk and elegant rhythm, matches the tune, and the scene becomes one of the misty Jiangnan area with drizzling rain, flowing water under small bridges, and winding paths in secluded gardens.

The camera turns in the breeze and drizzle, and towering mountains meander across the land, accompanied by the high and bright flute tune, which sounds passionate.

Director Qian looked at the shots of magnificent mountains and rivers flashing by, and in tune with the music, he couldn't help but be stunned, "It's so beautiful." Then the sound of suona cut through the sky, bringing the whole song to a climax. The music played by instruments of different styles was exceptionally harmonious.

The heart-stirring arrangement seemed to open up Director Qian's memories, as if awakening some kind of resonance in his DNA.

"The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river."

"Luoxia and Lonely fly together, and the autumn waters are the same color as the sky."

"Birds will fly away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people will be wiped out."

"The shadow of the lonely sail is in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen in the sky."

The poems he recited in school suddenly popped up in his mind, and he found that the verses described by the ancients were so apt.

The corners of his eyes became moist unconsciously, and pride surged in his heart.

The pride in Chinese culture and the Chinese nation, and the shock at the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland.

For a moment, Director Qian wanted to find something to record the song and listen to it over and over again.

The next scene stunned Director Qian, because the camera suddenly cut to the city wall of Jinling and then the Olympic Sports Center.

The music gradually faded away, and a low, magnetic voice began to sound.

“All the nine provinces come together for a grand event”

Then the emblem of the 10th National Games appeared on the screen, leaving Director Qian dumbfounded.

Is this the promotional video we made?
That's not right, I haven't heard of it.

When the final subtitles appeared, Director Qian saw a familiar name among the sponsoring units.

Campus network.

"Why is it the campus network again?" Director Qian was a little surprised and stared at the screen in thought. "But this song is really nice."

After a while, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and the secretary Xiao Sun, who was returning with a lunch box, walked in excitedly.

"Director Qian, have you watched TV?" Xiao Sun said excitedly and anxiously, "I just saw a public service advertisement for our National Games. It was so well done that everyone in the cafeteria stood in front of the TV, as if they were under a spell."

"They all praised it, saying that the film was well made and the music was even better."

Director Qian smiled slightly, "What do you think is good about it?"

Xiao Sun was stunned. "I just think it's good and can arouse spiritual resonance."

"Spiritual resonance?" Director Qian seemed to be thinking. "Well said, spiritual resonance, what is the name of this piece?"

"Jiuzhoutong!" Xiao Sun said excitedly, "I saw it written on the subtitles, the song is called Jiuzhoutong!"

"Jiuzhoutong?!" Director Qian's eyes lit up. "Jiuzhoudatong, this name is well chosen, it has artistic conception and structure!"

Director Qian picked up the phone and said, "Old leader, I want to show you something."

……

Xia Lian sat in front of the TV, staring at the screen for a long time without saying a word.

Is this what we do?

Although she had seen the name of Qvod Media in the end credits, she was still a little dazed.

We actually made such a good public service announcement?!

She had listened to Jiuzhou Tong's songs many times, but when the familiar melody sounded, Xia Lian still felt shocked.

Her cultural attainments were not that profound, so she couldn't put it into words, but she still felt something stirring in her bones, as if it were a spiritual imprint.

This was completely different from what she had seen in Hollywood, America.

"Why China, why civilization?"

(End of this chapter)