I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 122

When Su Muyan was broadcasting live, the Southern Satellite TV building had basically turned off the lights.

It's one o'clock in the morning, and all the overtime employees are off work.

The deputy director, Cheng Na, didn't get off work. She lay on the sofa in her office and slept for a long time.

She should have gone home, but she wanted to wait for the director's reply. Did the director take a fancy to Chuhe?
As a result, after waiting for a long time without any sound, Cheng Na couldn't bear it any longer and fell asleep directly.

But now she woke up again, and she was surprised to see the dark sky outside the window.

"It's so late?" Cheng Na checked the time and hurried home.

But when she went downstairs, she paused and looked up at the upstairs.

"I don't know if the director is off work? He often sleeps in the company." Cheng Na turned back, wondering why the director didn't reply for so long?It doesn't take 10 minutes to see the Chu River, right?
Cheng Na poured a cup of coffee and went upstairs lightly.

Sure enough, there was still light in the director's office, and Deng Quan did not leave work.

Cheng Na's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. This was the first time she was still in the company so late, and the director was also there.

In the dead of night, lonely men and widows...

Cheng Na took a deep breath and knocked on the door with a cup of coffee: "Director, are you still off work?"

There was a slight sound of chairs moving in the office. Obviously, Deng Quan was still working.

"Cheng Na, what are you doing?" Deng Quan asked.

Cheng Na opened the door and entered, and saw Deng Quan sitting on a chair, full of energy.

He seemed to have slept through it, and now he got up to work again, too diligently.

Admired, Cheng Na handed over the coffee: "Director, how about that internet celebrity?"

Cheng Na didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the point. She knew that Deng Quan didn't like nonsense.

"I haven't watched it yet, I've been thinking about "Under the Starry Sky of Chinese Music", and I just took a nap, I'm too busy." Deng Quan is like the CEO of the company, and his mind is on work.

Cheng Na admired her from the bottom of her heart: "Director, how about I help you? Let's study together."

"No need." Deng Quan refused, "But you can find out the video of the Internet celebrity and show me."

Deng Quan pointed to the computer and signaled Cheng Na to find the video.

Cheng Na was overjoyed and hurried over to help.

"Director, why do you often stare at the computer screen in a daze? I've seen it several times." Cheng Na couldn't help being curious when she saw that no files or webpages were opened on the screen.

The director should be processing the documents, why are they all closed?

"Accidental event." Deng Quan said blankly, "Let's find the video."

"Okay." Cheng Na didn't ask any more questions, and found Chuhe's pipa version of "Mythology".

Deng Quan saw Janan at a glance.

"This seems to be Fang Guangsong's disciple Jianan?" Deng Quan knew Fang Guangsong and had seen his disciples, but he was not familiar with him.

"Yes, it seems that Janan is going to participate in the comic exhibition. Young people want to have fun. He is not the point, but Chuhe is." Cheng Na played the video, with admiration on her face.

No matter how many times you listen to it, Chuhe's pipa "Mythology" is amazing.

Deng Quan didn't speak, but listened carefully, his eyes lit up as he listened.

In fact, he doesn't often listen to Chinese music, and his musical attainments are not high, but Chuhe's pipa version of "Mythology" is the best "Mythology" he has ever heard, and his intuitive feelings cannot be deceived.

One word, great!

"Whose disciple is he?" After listening to it, Deng Quan asked in admiration, his indifferent face softened.

"He's just an Internet celebrity. I checked before. He is the up master of station B. Because he sang "That Girl" in KTV and became popular, the number of fans is amazing." Cheng Na introduced carefully.

"Really? How many fans does he have?" Deng Quan is very sensitive to traffic.

"Station B has millions." Cheng Na replied.

"Does he have Weibo? I am more concerned about the number of Weibo followers."

"It seems to be. I saw that Chu Dahe was mentioned in the comments." Cheng Na opened Weibo and searched for Chu Dahe.

Then, Chuhe's internet celebrity account popped up, with 120 million fans, which has increased by hundreds of thousands in the past few days.

Deng Quan's eyes lit up: "That's right, I just don't know if I bought zombie fans."

Cheng Na remained silent, and clicked on Chuhe Weibo to read the comments. Both of them were shocked.

Almost every Weibo has more than [-] comments, and some exaggerated ones even reached [-]+.

The popularity of this comment is too scary, right?It doesn't lose to some big stars at all.

It is certain that every fan of Chuhe is a true fan!

"Excellent, this Internet celebrity is not easy, and his participation in the show can bring us considerable traffic." Deng Quan pondered.

Deng Quan is not old-fashioned, and he will not look down on Internet celebrities. This Chuhe also brought him a big surprise and is worthy of invitation.

But can I invite?Will the old artists have any objections?

In fact, Deng Quan is having a headache now, and it has been a headache for the past few days, because "Under the Starry Sky of Chinese Music" is bound to hit the street.

As a bigwig in the television industry, Deng Quan has handled eight hundred if not one thousand programs, and now only some popular TV dramas and variety shows can maintain their ratings.

The ratings of news broadcasts have dropped a lot.

The national music program can be regarded as a variety show, but according to the meaning of the old artist, the content is only a simple performance.

The master came to the stage to perform various musical instruments, such as blowing the flute and playing the piano.

Who will watch this kind of program that is without fun, without ups and downs, and without competition?

Even if there are Chinese music lovers who like it, they will always get tired of it. Would they watch a group of old men playing and singing on the TV every day?
"Director, what do you think?" Cheng Na asked, "Why don't you invite Chuhe to perform? He has the ability, and the old artist can't say anything."

"No." Deng Quan shook his head.

"Why?" Cheng Na was puzzled. Although old artists were stubborn, they would not reject talents.

"I mean, simple performances are not enough. To promote "Under the Starry Sky of Chinese Music", there must be something new, and it cannot be an activity for old artists to entertain themselves." Deng Quan became serious.

He has always been serious about TV shows.

He didn't want to make a decision on "Under the Starry Sky of Chinese Music" at all, because it would definitely hit the street, and then no one would be honored and lose money.

Cheng Na also pondered, what should I do to prevent the old artist from entertaining himself?At least the effect of the program must be brought out, right?
"I hope that young artists will play together, and old artists will be the judges. "Under the Starry Sky of Chinese Music" can become the first piano fighting show in China." Deng Quan took a sip of coffee and expressed his initial thoughts.

Cheng Na's eyes lit up: "This is good, it's both competitive and interesting, and it can let the audience understand the connotation of our national quintessence, and they can also support their favorite instrumentalists!"

This idea is similar to some singing shows. Whoever sings well will turn around and blow up the lights for him. Of course, the effect must be much worse. It can only be a variety show in a niche circle, and it cannot be popular.

But it is far better than the old men's self-entertainment.

"We need a big shot to make a final decision. We have to discuss this matter with Jiang Jinlong, the master of instrumental music, and let him first recognize Chuhe, and then unite with other old artists to change the format of the show." Cheng Na laughed.

Deng Quan nodded: "Yes, let's visit Jiang Jinlong tomorrow."

"Ah? Shall I go with you?" Cheng Na was pleasantly surprised.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to." Deng Quan didn't care.

"Go, go, I'll go!"

The night was darker.

The sea breeze in Longding Bay is very strong, but the villa is peaceful.

Su Muyan sat in front of the computer and accepted the "**" sent by fans.

"Okay, I'm off the stream, I want to watch Ellie, see you tomorrow." Su Muyan decisively off the stream.

The fans all exploded.

"Damn, slip away after receiving "**"? Just eat alone?"

"Let's live broadcast "**" with Compensatory Dating Meow, and Chaoguan wants to watch it too."

"When I think of such a simple little Yanmei being tricked into watching "**", my heart hurts, but Jier is so..."

Su Muyan didn't care and turned off the live broadcast. These people are really disgusting.

After turning off the live broadcast, Su Muyan grabbed her phone and watched it—"**" she collected on her phone.

After watching only half an episode, she showed an extremely disgusted expression: "Keep watching."

After watching two episodes, her eyes were full of repulsion, and she felt uncomfortable: keep watching.

After watching five episodes in one go, she couldn't look straight at it anymore, her three views were shattered, and she especially wanted to curse: keep watching.

(End of this chapter)