The Midfield Master

Wang Baisen, who was following their two cars, bit his head. He obviously heard Huang Yifei's side ball. Fortunately, it wasn't a violation, but it was too hard-core.

The core values ​​of socialism do not conform at all.

"Damn it! Why did the Chinese Super League send such a joke over here? Isn't this kidding us?"

Wang Bosen took a deep breath. Now is the critical moment to attract the audience. He must not interrupt the rhythm of the show.

"Xiaoli, what are the ratings now?"

"Director Wang Baisen, our ratings have reached 5%, which is beyond the average reality show. Do we change our plan? I always think that there will be some problems if we continue this way."

"No! Go on! The ratings are still rising, don't disturb them."

"Supervisor, do you want to break the ratings you created?"

Wang Bosen is one of the three directors of Zhejiang Satellite TV. His background is not very prominent. There is hardly anyone to help, but he sits in the position of director.

In the first year, he was responsible for a niche program, but that program was listed as one of the top ten outstanding programs of Zhejiang Satellite TV.

That was the first time that Wang Bosen was promoted. He became the little red man of Zhejiang Satellite TV.

After that, with his superb reality show, he has secured the position of the three major directors of Zhejiang Satellite TV.

He used this reality show to break Zhejiang Satellite TV's five-year ratings, 8% of the ratings.

What does an 8% ratings mean?

That means 8% of people across the country are watching this program at the same time.

Break the ratings record?

A smile appeared on the corner of Xiaoli's mouth. She didn't learn such knowledge in Communication University. Maybe this is the reason why her father arranged her with Wang Baisen.

Wang Bosen dares to innovate and dare to gamble, which is exactly the character she does not possess.

In the media world, talent is important, but more important than talent is the courage to realize the inner thoughts.

Huang Yifei's bad jokes became larger and larger, and the parents who watched the show threw their children back into the room one after another.

"What TV shows the children watch, there is not a good thing about reality shows."

"Wow! I'm not an adult yet, is this Zhejiang Satellite TV? Increase the scale!"

"I said he must be an actor. If he is a professional football player, I will live broadcast the food."

"You eat Xiang? Then I will take a bath with sulfuric acid!"

Huang Yifei saw the driver's face reddening, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother driver, do you have time at night?"

"I'm an honest person."

"Aren't you an old driver? Then you take me."

"Are you here to participate in the show or are you talking about bad jokes? Why are you the same as Master Fei?"

In the laughter, Huang Yifei and Li Yang arrived at Zhejiang Satellite TV’s largest stadium. Although it was night, the stadium’s lighting conditions were adequate, as if it were daytime.

Zhang Linpeng and Chi Zhonggen also arrived at the gate of the stadium.

The two teams met at the gate of the stadium.

Eight o'clock!

As the clock strikes, who is the king of the ball, the first period kicked off.

Wang Bosen sat on a bench by the side, holding a mission card in his hand. Although it was a live broadcast, all of them relied on the players' performance to attract the attention of the audience, but Wang Bosen was the father of reality TV shows after all, and he created a number of golden letters. Signboard, in order to improve the viewing of the show, he selected a lot of difficult tasks.

"Welcome guests from the two teams to our largest stadium in Zhejiang, Honghu Stadium, where one of our country’s greatest players was trained in this stadium. I think fans of the older generation will know his name. He is still here today. The international players in the top five leagues!"

"My Ciao, is this Hao Junmin's home court?"

"Isn't Hao Junmin the star of recent years? It is definitely not them. According to my judgment, it is the players who participated in the 2002 World Cup in Japan and South Korea. Many of them are from this Honghu Stadium."

"In 2002, there were only four or five players who played in the top five leagues. The most likely one is Gao Long."

Gao Long, the captain of the National Football Team for ten years, helped the National Football Team reach the World Cup twice in a row.

"Zhang Linpeng from the Chinese Super League, Chi Zhonggen, hooded fighters from mysterious forces, you will have a football competition in this Honghu Stadium, from the hard skills of football to the confrontation between the matches."

"What? You asked that big brother to compete with a professional player in the Chinese Super League, aren't you kidding me?"

"Did the reality show start at half past seven? It ends at eight o'clock? Father's youth is over."

Wang Bosen stretched out his right hand. There was a blue task card in his palm. He slowly said: "There are five levels from the door to the court. Every time you complete a level, you will get your full power to select players. Each level. A card represents two players. In the finals, you need to lead your own team to defeat your opponent."

In just a few words, Wang Baisen outlined the direction of the reality show.

"Isn't this just the way of chicken strips? It doesn't make sense at all."

"Gone! Gone, it's better to look back at the previous episodes of Chicken Strips if you look at it like this."

The ratings are still growing, and almost boring fans have opened the Zhejiang Satellite TV channel.

"What? Are you leaving now? It's the real show now. Brother Blackhead is bragging. It's inappropriate if we don't help to witness."

"I said so. Blackhead, I believe you have decided to become the star of the future."

When the atmosphere was very tense, Huang Yifei couldn't help but let go of a fart, and the fart was very loud.

"No, Brother Blackhead, you have too many plays. Stop acting and give others some room to play!"

"Han Xin belt purification, only you can't think of, there is nothing my black head brother can't do, do it, brothers."

Huang Yifei scratched his head and said, "Can I quit."

Wang Baisen's expression sank suddenly, eldest brother, please do you think this is recording and broadcasting, do you think others will take care of your mood?

"Give me a reason."

Huang Yifei pointed to Zhang Linpeng and Chi Zhonggen and said in a deep voice: "The two of them are too weak. I can beat them all by myself. And the rabbit next to me has no fighting power at all. It doesn't matter if I fight or not, right? !"

"What? Am I deaf? Zhang Linpeng and Chi Zhonggen are proper top players in the Super League. He dare to say that he can kill both of them by himself?"