Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

Dean Ma looked at the phone screen with emotion, and then at Li Ming.

"I think back when we came here to open the academy, we were really blind."

"Except for a small wave of enthusiasm at the beginning, not many people came to us after that."

"At that time, I couldn't even eat, but there was nothing I could do. People from the United States were not interested in Chinese language, and they didn't want to learn it. What can we do?"

"I didn't expect that after so many years, this kid would use such a program to attract the attention of people from all over the world."

"I really didn't expect that."

Dean Ma also had some tears in his eyes.

"but."

Dean Ma looked at the exquisite picture and exquisite setting on the mobile phone, as well as the actors who looked like himself, and the perfect script.

With these kinds of configurations, it is completely impossible for this show not to be popular.

"With such intentions, this show is not wronged."

Li Ming looked at the pride and relief in Dean Ma's eyes, and felt a little excited for a while.

"Dean!"

Li Ming also wanted to grab Dean Ma's hand and express his determination to be a pioneer of Chinese culture.

Dean Ma avoided his hand and put the phone in front of him.

"Xiao Ming, this one is over, you can find me a complete one."

Dean Ma looked at Li Ming, Li Ming paused

"Hey, good."

Li Ming smiled bitterly, and then found the recording on the official website of CCTV for Dean Ma.

Dean Ma sat on the stool with his mobile phone in his arms, watching it with relish.

He muttered while watching.

"Good boy, you still don't recommend this kind of good thing to me."

Li Ming smiled wryly.

Don't you hate mobile phones?

After the show was over, Ma Yuan looked at his phone with some unsatisfied interest, and clicked his tongue to look at Li Ming.

Even after watching it for the second time, Li Ming's eyes were still red.

The tragedy of Farewell My Concubine, the tragedy of Xiang Yu's suicide in Wujiang, Xiang Yu was moved by seeing future generations.

Every time he rewatches it, he will be deeply moved.

There were also some tears in Ma Yuan's eyes.

He looked at the black screen with some unfinished thoughts, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, here you go." Ma Yuan handed the phone to Li Ming, and then slowly stood up.

"Now, the culture of our country has begun to attract people from all over the world. There are only three Confucius Institutes opened in the United States, including ours. I have to apply to the higher authorities, and maybe two more Confucius Institutes can be opened."

Ma Yuan looked at Li Ming with hope and tears in his eyes.

He has worked hard for the Confucius Institute and the promotion of Chinese culture all his life. At the end of his life, it is a great joy for him to see people all over the world being attracted by Chinese culture.

His life goal has come true.

There was still a long queue at the gate of the Confucius Institute. According to Dean Ma’s arrangement, the security guards directly told them with a loudspeaker that the quota was full and there was no recruitment, and these talents slowly dispersed.

Jack and James, the boy they met halfway, found the Confucius Institute, but saw a bunch of people walking back from the direction of the Confucius Institute.

Jack and James glanced at each other, and then walked to the gate of the Confucius Institute.

"Sir, can we still go in?"

The security guard glanced at Jack and James, shook his head, and said, "The quota is full."

There was some disappointment in Jack's eyes. He searched for a long time to find this place. Is this full?

James was also a little disappointed, he shrugged, and then patted Jack on the shoulder.

"Bro, go back."

Jack nodded, thinking that he could learn from Guan Qi, so he was not so disappointed.

James is a talkative person, and he asked Jack while walking, "Brother, why do you want to learn Chinese?"

Jack also looked at James and asked, "What about you?"

James excitedly took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Jack.

The screen saver of his mobile phone is the scene when Yu Ji raised the curtain.

Jack's eyes lit up, and James also noticed Jack's reaction, and his eyes lit up.

The two looked at each other.

"brother!"

"brother!"

Jack and James opened their arms and hugged each other!
"Oh my God, you like The Collection too?"

James said, and Jack nodded, his tone excited.

"Yes, I am a loyal and old fan! It is because of this program that I want to learn Chinese!"

"Oh man, me too!!"

The two spoke loudly, and those around them who heard them turned their heads to look at them.

"Oh! Me too! I like it too!"

"You are also because of "Collection"?!"

"Hey, so are we!"

Jack and James looked at the people who turned back along the way with surprise in their eyes.

Then James remembered a sentence in "The Collection", and he shouted: "The mountain is as strong as the world"

Although the pronunciation is very non-standard, but the momentum is quite sufficient.

Before Jack remembered it, someone replied in non-standard Chinese: "The time is not good and the cone never dies."

"The time will never die, but there is nothing to do"

"Yu Xi Yu Xi Nai Ruo He"

On the road outside the Confucius Institute, a bunch of non-standard Huaxia rang out.

Inexplicably weird, but inexplicably harmonious.

Outside the Confucius Institute, a programmer who was urgently retrieved listened to the non-standard Chinese and murmured, "Are all Americans crazy? What is this talking about?"

Abroad, China fever similar to that in the United States has been set off in countless countries.

In China, there are countries that can't sit still and come to the door.

Central Taiwan Building, Lin Yi had just stepped into the company with his left foot when he saw Sun Hao hurriedly walking over from the side.

"Director?"

Sun Hao took Lin Yi's hand affectionately, and looked at Lin Yi like a sweet potato.

"You're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Let's go to a meeting. I have something to tell you."

Lin Yi nodded.

He only came to CCTV now for a meeting, and he only has one program on hand now, and Sun Hao pushed the rest of the programs for him, in order to let him concentrate on making "Collection".

Lin Yi walked into the meeting room with ease, and then greeted Director Li and others sitting in the meeting room.

Director Li and others also responded affectionately to Lin Yi.

Director Sun stood at the top, looked at Lin Yi, and said, "This time, I will talk about two things."

"The first thing is the time of "Collection"."

"Through our unanimous discussion, we decided to extend the time for "Collection". Originally, we were nine 10 minutes."

"Now let's extend it to 120 minutes, which is two hours."

"This is our preliminary discussion, what do you think?"

Director Sun looked at Ji Dong with some expectation in his eyes.

He was afraid that Ji Dong would not agree. To be honest, if he didn't feel that the long time would be harmful to Ji Dong's body.

He can't wait to extend it to 24 hours.

But, it's good to think about this kind of thing.

Ji Dong looked at the people in the conference room, and it was no surprise that everyone saw the same expectations as Mr. Sun on their faces.

He certainly wouldn't mind the extension of time, and with the extension of the program time, he could prepare more content.

Ji Dong nodded and said, "Okay!"