At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

CCTV headquarters.

Everyone looked nervously at the people on the screen, with their hearts hanging in their throats.

Today, all the leaders are exceptionally complete, and no one asks for leave.

Without him, ancient Chinese books are too important.

Although they took advantage of the contract, it was based on the fact that the classics Huaxia had always produced at a high level.

The first episode was yesterday, and today is the second episode. The leaders of CCTV are confused and feel that it is unreliable.

But the contract has been signed, and it has been agreed not to interfere. CCTV can't just say nothing, can it?
So, everyone came here with the same mood, looking forward to...a miracle.

The operating staff kept reporting the ratings of the TV station, and all the leaders didn't care about the data that broke the record again and again.

What they care about is how much data like this can be kept after the show is broadcast?

"Boss, are we taking too much risk?" Someone looked nervously at the big leader and asked.

Hearing what the other party said, the big leader of CCTV took a deep breath and said slowly.

"If it was for profit, then I would never do it. But you and I can see how such a program guides young people."

"How many topics and discussions about the country were there in the past on the Internet? Most of them were about celebrities and Internet celebrities. Today's divorce and tomorrow's cheating are annoying."

"I gamble not for the ratings of CCTV, but for the hope of the country's future."

"Going well, in the future, the direction of culture will be cleaned up."

Having said that, everyone nodded in approval.

The big leader looked around, staring at the handsome young man on the screen, seeing his smile, couldn't help feeling a warm feeling in his heart, and said the last sentence gently.

"So, for the sake of Huaxia, I will risk everything."

No one spoke, but everyone had an answer in their hearts.

For Huaxia, we are all willing.

Even if it fails, it is worth bearing the infamy of future generations and losing a bright future.

In this world, there are always people who are in places you can't see, worrying about and worrying about the people of this country and nation.

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Huaxia History Research Institute.

Two old men with white beards are sitting cross-legged on two grand master chairs, next to a mahogany square table with a blue and white porcelain kettle and teacups, brewing Longjing tea, and a huge screen in front of them.

"Old Kong, tell me, what will be today? Can you still maintain the previous level?" A thin old man gently stroked his beard, looked at the screen, and asked a little impatiently.

"It should be okay, I think, he won't destroy himself."

The other old man was none other than Kong Mengyao.

After seeing Ning An's program, he decided to promote it for him. Who else can be stronger than the country?
So, he immediately found his old friend, the director of the Institute of History, Song Ren.

People who have devoted their whole lives to historical research have profound knowledge and never engage in any power struggles. They just like to study the history of ancient objects.

It is precisely because of this that everyone respects him very much.

Now that I'm old, I can't engage in front-line archaeological operations, so I can only stay in the Institute of History and carry out analysis and inspection of those antiquities. Occasionally, I will go to Jingshi University and Shuimu University to give lectures, and there are many students.

Many leaders even called him a teacher when they saw him.

"Then I'm looking forward to it." Mr. Song Ren had a look of expectation on his face.

When Kong Mengyao put this live broadcast in front of him, Mr. Song Ren originally watched it because he couldn't avoid it because of his old friendship.

Who knew that after seeing it, it would sink in and couldn't pull it out.

Dress well.

Etiquette is in place.

The lines are impeccable.

Could there be a more rigorous historical program than this?What have historical dramas been filming over the years?
Those can't be called Hanfu, they can only be called studio clothes.

As the name suggests, it is not the orthodox costume of Huaxia at all, it is just an ancient costume for shooting.

If it wasn't for the statement, there would be a second issue today, and Mr. Song Ren would probably fly to Ning An immediately to discuss history.

In his opinion, such an outstanding young man must have profound knowledge to create such a live broadcast.

It's a pity that such a person does not come to the Institute of History.

While the two were talking, a simple, solemn, and heavy music overflowed from the screen.

The moment the ancient music entered the ears, countless people's hearts seemed to be separated from the hustle and bustle, and the restless hearts calmed down, as if they had come to the pure land.

The extremely beautiful melody and superb and smooth piano skills make people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.Countless people feel as if they are in the early morning, strolling on the mountain path, the lush woods are lined up by the roadside, and occasionally, the breeze blows and feels cool.

"En? This is..." Mr. Song frowned slightly, showing a look of surprise.

Afterwards, the ancient music turned up sharply, like drums and thunder, extremely deafening, but no one felt it was abrupt, and the connection was extremely smooth.

"Guqin, drums, Yu, qinse, all kinds of instruments are mixed together."

"With guqin as the main tune and the rest as supplements, the music sounds brisk, but in fact it is high-spirited and melodious."

"The Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period? Could it be that he was from the time of Confucius again?"

"However, this ancient music alone is enough to be worthy of the audience waiting tonight."

The old man's face showed a sense of satisfaction, and he closed his eyes with Gu Le and tapped his fingers lightly, as if playing in harmony.

As the dean of the History Research Institute, Mr. Song can naturally distinguish the instruments included in this ancient music.

I have never used modern electronic synthesized sounds. It is really rigorous and well-intentioned.

For such young people, it is better to come to the Institute of History.

on the screen.

The light behind Ning An gradually dimmed, and a golden light gradually shone.

Accompanied by the passionate rhythm of the ancient music, the golden characters became brighter and brighter, making it difficult for people to keep their eyes open.

Qin!
When the ancient music is at its highest, the golden characters are also the most clear and shining moment.

On the map drawn by the parchment scroll, the huge Qin characters gradually expanded, and gradually swallowed up all the countries on it.

"The history is long and mighty, and the culture of thousands of years is all in the history."

"Reading is to know the foundation of the sages' governance, the reasons for the rise and fall of dynasties, and the essentials of personal self-cultivation."

"Hi everyone, I'm Ning An."

"Today, we cross the long river of history and go back to more than 2000 years to see that."

"One emperor through the ages!!!"