Inventory of the top ten emperors and prosperity, the top of the list is stunned Yingzheng

Gao Taichang had a puzzled expression on his face.

"Look at what?"

Director Wu didn't speak, he took a step forward, opened Douyin on the computer page on the table, and directly entered Zeng Juxian's live broadcast room.

He then pushed the picture to everyone.

Director Gao and the three looked at it curiously, and they couldn't help being attracted.

Director Gao swiped the display screen, his eyes widened involuntarily.

""Inventory of the Ten Great Emperors"! Zeng Juxian?"

"This is Zeng Juxian's live broadcast room?"

He quickly browsed through the two long videos, his face full of shock.

"7000 million traffic?"

He looked at the number in disbelief.

He stared at the video intently, in a daze.

I feel regretful in my heart, if Zeng Juxian can live broadcast this program to the TV station.

That himself created an unprecedented column and achieved such brilliant results.

Wouldn't he still be able to... rise to a higher level?
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's face changed rapidly. Just now he had browsed Zeng Juxian's video on his mobile phone, and an invisible fear enveloped him.

"Uncle, Zhuyu and I have already finished recording the program "Moon at Night". Our cooperation is very tacit and seamless. When it starts broadcasting tonight, we will definitely get off to a good start!"

"Just wait for the good news!"

"I don't know what shit luck this Zeng Juxian had to make this kind of video!"

"He is a villain!"

"I don't know how the follow-up program will be, maybe netizens won't like it anymore..."

"uncle?"

Director Wu looked at him in surprise.

Director Gao gave Zhang Yang a hard look, and Zhang Yang also realized that he had made a slip of the tongue.

"You get me out!"

Zhang Yang went out in despair.

Seeing this, Sui Zhuyu also found an excuse to leave.

"Old Wu, you and I will invite Zeng Juxian back?"

Director Wu sneered.

"Master Gao, do you think of me now?"

"Last night, I begged you not to replace Zeng Juxian, and you refused no matter what."

"I don't have the face to see him today, what face do you want me to beg him to come back now?"

"You can settle this matter yourself."

"Squeeze out such a talented young man?"

"I'm afraid not only our TV station has noticed this program now? If the provincial station or other stations come to invite..."

"Hey! Originally, our TV station could create a signature program similar to Yang Ma's "Collection of China"!"

"It's a pity, the head of the station handed over to make people..."

After Director Wu finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Master Gao was already drenched in sweat.

He calmed down, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

What is a nephew for his own status and power?
What is it to bow your knees?
As long as Zeng Juxian can come back, it doesn't matter if he eats shit.

He dialed Director Wu's phone number and asked about the location of Zeng Juxian's rented house.

He originally wanted to call Zeng Juxian to come back, but he felt that it was more sincere to come to apologize.

Director Gao ordered the driver to take him to Zeng Juxian's rented apartment, but unexpectedly he was shut down.

It turned out that Zeng Juxian had already moved away.

……

Zeng Juxian ate his dinner casually, and sat in front of the computer again.

I saw that Douyin's traffic has reached 1000 million. If things go on like this, it will definitely reach [-] million by midnight.

At this time the phone rang suddenly.

"Xiaoxian, my mother and I are waiting to watch your show!"

Zeng Juxian couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Although the sensation caused by his current edited video is definitely ten times stronger than that of the TV station's golden program.

But he didn't know how to explain it to his mother and sister.

"Sister, this show isn't very interesting either!"

"It's absolutely beautiful! Xiaoxian, how many people are eager to become stars and hosts now?"

"Our family used to be looked down upon by relatives. When you first joined the TV station, they all said that you would never be a host!"

"And now that you're about to be on TV, don't you piss them off?"

"I just want to see what the third aunt and second aunt will look like tomorrow! Haha!"

Zeng Qianrou hung up the phone while talking.

Zeng Juxian shook his head helplessly. He would not have so many troubles to pick up his mother and sister tomorrow.

. . . .

It's past ten o'clock.

It is the traffic peak of watching videos at night.

Douyin's traffic has exceeded [-] million, far exceeding Zeng Juxian's expectations.

The bosses of platforms such as Youyu and Maoya also called to sign exclusive contracts.

Although he was declined by Zeng Juxian, they still laughed with him and recommended him.

Zeng Juxian washed up and went to rest early.

. . . . .

midnight.

Provincial TV station, conference room.

Mr. Liu and all other high-level officials sat upright.

The large screen hanging on the wall is playing Zeng Juxian's video.

Master Liu coughed.

"Is everyone clear?"

The crowd nodded.

"By midnight tonight, only one platform, Douyin, has reached [-] million views!"

"Although there are reasons for recommending it, don't forget that it has been on the air for less than 24 hours!"

"This program is extremely novel, if it is taken to our provincial station?"

One person said: "Director, this anchor Zeng Juxian, I have already learned about it. He is an anchor of the city TV station, but he was replaced for some reason!"

"He ran to live broadcast this video, and it became popular all of a sudden!"

"Even if he launches this program on the city TV station, we will grab it! The city TV station does not have this kind of program at all!"

Taichang Liu reprimanded Fang Qiu.

He glanced at a stunningly beautiful woman in a red suit. It was Ni Xueqing, the head of the provincial TV station.

"Xiao Ni, this task is entrusted to you, you must invite him here no matter what!"

"Let's do it early! The other brother stations will definitely not stand idly by!"

Ni Xueqing was taken aback: "Director, me?"

Taichang Liu smiled and said, "Of course it's you! Your country-famous beauty host must have an advantage over others!"

. . . .

The next day, Zeng Juxian just opened his eyes and took out his cell phone to check, but there were no calls from his mother and sister.

"The Moon in the Night" is scheduled to air at eleven o'clock in the evening. They have not called since last night. They must feel that they have been eliminated, and they are even more sad.

They don't want to rub salt in the wound.

"Whose number is this?"

He looked at dozens of missed calls, it was an unfamiliar number.

He didn't take it seriously either.

Zeng Juxian opened Douyin and took a look, and immediately took a breath.

"6000 million views? 800 million fans!"

"A reward of 200 million?"

"Good guy!"

"too frightening!"

He opened several other platforms such as Youyu. Although it was not as scary as Douyin, each website had more than [-] million views.

The six platforms have nearly 8000 million views.

The tipping income exceeded 500 million.

He knows that the click-through rates of these platforms are repeated, in order to make the data look better.

In fact, the real number of people is not so many.

But even so, even based on one-fifth of the real number of people, his own audience is more than 1 million.

The phone rang suddenly.

"Xiaoxian, if you don't become a host, you don't become a host. It's no big deal!"

Zeng Qianrou finally called, afraid that he would be overwhelmed.

Zeng Juxian smiled.

"Sister, it's a long story!"

"I'm going home now!"

"Let's talk face to face!"

Zeng Juxian drove his Rolls Royce back to his hometown after breakfast.

Zeng Juxian's home is in the old city, the roads are narrow, and cars can't drive in at all. Zeng Juxian had to park the Rolls-Royce on the side of the street.

Bypassing the narrow, low, and messy alley, Zeng Juxian boarded an old tube building on the west side.

As soon as the knock on the door fell, the door opened with a "swipe", and a delicate-looking woman in blue jeans was full of joy.Immediately, her face darkened, and she hurriedly pushed him away.

She lowered her voice: "What are you doing back? Hurry up!"

Zeng Juxian suddenly understood that he didn't want to leave at all.

"Is Xiaoxian back? Come in!" At this moment, a woman's high-pitched voice came from the room.

Zeng Qianrou's face was dark, Zeng Juxian gave her a reassuring look, and followed her into the living room.

The living room was full of people.

Zengmu was 50 years old, with a kind face and simple clothes.She is not in good health, has no formal job, and finally raised her children.

Zeng Qianrou is now working as a salesperson in a supermarket.

Although his son did not become a host, he still feels that his son is the best kid in the world.

She saw her son with a smile all over her face, but at this moment she wished that he would not come back.

There were two women sitting on the old sofa next to them. The one on the left was extremely tall and fat, wearing a flowered shirt. Although she smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, there was a hint of cruelty in her eyes.

It was Zeng Juxian's third aunt.

Beside the third aunt, the tall, thin woman with a mean face was his second aunt.

The other six or seven people, male and female, all looked at him with sneering smiles on their faces.

"mom!"

Zeng Juxian walked to his mother's side, looking at his old face, his heart was sour.

The great mother nodded in satisfaction.

"Hey, Xiaoxian, our host and big star are back! Come here! Sit next to Auntie! Let me have a good look!" Third Aunt yelled her donkey-like voice again.

Zeng Mu and Zeng Qianrou couldn't help but turn dark, and there was anger in Zeng Qianrou's eyes.

"Our Zeng family finally has a big star! My second aunt also shows her face! Xiaoxian, my second aunt was watching your show "Moon at Night" last night in front of the TV. You did a great job of hosting Already!"

The second aunt sneered.

The TV next to it was rebroadcasting "The Moon at Night", and Zhang Yang and Sui Zhuyu were the hosts on the screen.

Although Zhang Yang appeared to be high-spirited, he was obviously a little cramped and very unnatural, and the typhoon was unusually inconsistent with this program.

She relied entirely on Sui Zhuyu to support him alone, and Sui Zhuyu frequently rescued him, a slight embarrassment flashed across her face.

"It's just Xiaoxian, the second aunt's eyes are not very good. Is this you on TV? Why does it look completely different from you?"

Suddenly,

The atmosphere on the field has changed!