Live Huaxia: Opening dialogue with an emperor through the ages

It was nine fifty in the evening.

Xue Wantong sat in the studio with several station leaders and waited anxiously.

The faces of several people are not very good-looking.

after all.

It is enough to make people angry that the variety show that has been prepared for a long time is interrupted by another station and disrupted the arrangement.

In addition, this variety show was originally used to turn the corner. After losing this last chance, Chongqing TV Station was facing a downgrade.

When the provincial TV station becomes a municipal TV station, the people here will basically take the blame and resign.

Director Xu Hong seems to have been drained of energy from his whole body. It is not difficult to imagine that when Chongqing TV Station is downgraded and punished, no matter whether it is a latecomer or the people of Chongqing, they will remember him as an incompetent director. , Infamy will accompany him all over.

"Why haven't you started yet?" Weng Xiucui, one of the deputy directors, urged, feeling a little restless.

"It's said to start at ten o'clock, and it's still a few minutes away."

"He is alone, who can he ask for help in a hurry? Isn't this a child's play?"

"Yeah, such a large-scale variety show, one person simply can't handle it."

"Be quiet, just wait and see." Xu Hongyi frowned: "With Xiaogao's talent, CCTV has extended an olive branch, but he went back to his hometown to help us despite everything. This program died halfway. On his resume, It is also a stain, hey, we are sorry for him."

……

Gaoyang's economic conditions are very good, and he has his own detached villa.

Due to professional hobbies, the home has also been specially decorated.

The backyard is a fully enclosed small studio.

After arranging everything and feeling that there was nothing wrong with it, Gao Yang opened the live broadcast room.

Not too much time, just arrived at 10:00.

In Chong Yu's studio.

The few people who were originally a little careless saw the picture and all sat Wei Wei.

No matter what he said in his mouth, he still hoped that Gao Yang could really hold up the sky. In this case, it would be beneficial to everyone.

"Come out, come out."

"Well, this is a good outfit. The Chinese tunic suit can best reflect the characteristics of our modern people. With his proper clothes hanger, he looks heroic and upright." Director Xu Hongyi nodded.

"Hey, this background layout." Xue Wantong was a little surprised, "Including the zooming and switching of this shot, Xiao Gao asked for help from an expert."

on the screen.

The handsome Gao Yang talks eloquently to the camera.

"Looking at China for 5000 years, there are so many heroes among them."

"The long river is mighty, and everything is forever."

"Appreciate the wisdom of the sages from the perspective of today's people."

"Talk to the ancients and start a fantasy journey."

"Hi everyone, I am the host Gao Yang, welcome to watch this show."

"Now, let us follow the camera, travel across time and space, and get close to a historical celebrity, Sima Qian!"

In the studio, director Xu Hongyi nodded.

Based on Gao Yang's ambiguity and tone of voice, it is not difficult to see that he has a solid foundation in culture, and the lines he uttered can make people feel passionate, even if it is him, he is somewhat infected.

The other people on the side nodded frequently.

"Yes, yes, Gao Yang is indeed a talent."

As Gao Yang's words fell, the stage lights on the screen began to flicker, and then was covered with a layer of white mist.

The white mist dissipated, Gao Yang appeared in a mansion, he walked slowly towards a place.

With the help of the system, he clearly knows who lives in the room he is going to. It is impossible to say that he is not nervous, but more excited. Tianlao, Sima Qian, who wants to write the historical records, what kind of demeanor will the real person have.

Thinking in his heart, his pace gradually accelerated.

Not long after, Gao Yang came to a study in the corner of the mansion.

"Emperor, son of Shaodian."

"My surname is Gongsun, and my name is Xuanyuan."

Before entering, the sound of Lang Lang reading was heard in the room. With a solemn expression, he opened the door and entered, chanting.

"Born as a god, weak but able to speak, young and inquisitive, mature and intelligent."

Behind the table, sat an old man and a young man, looking at Gao Yang with puzzled eyes, and when he finished reading, the old man asked, "Have you read my book?"

Gao Yang faced Sima Qian, bowed slightly as a junior, cupped his hands and said, "This junior has been familiar with Taishi Gongshu since childhood, so I naturally remember that this sentence is the beginning of the book."

This is Mr. Sima Qian, and the person next to him is probably his grandson Yang Yun, who seems to be teaching him how to read, Gao Yang thought about the situation in front of him.

"Is this already prepared?"

In the entire studio, everyone took a breath in unison.

Whether it's the setting of the scene or the sound of reading just after standing in front of the gate, there's nothing muddled about it, and it's not like cramming.

Thinking of Gao Yang's confident talk about outsourcing the program, everyone suddenly realized.

"I knew that Gao Yang was a rich second generation, but I didn't expect to have such great energy." Weng Xiucui pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, her face full of joy.

"Well, I said where did he get his confidence? It was originally a rehearsal."

"Quick, old Xue!" Director Xu Hongyi suddenly seemed to have made up his mind: "Change the setting of the live broadcast room to public."

The live broadcast room where Gao Yang was located was the official live broadcast room of Chongqing TV Station.

It's just that at this time, in order to show the leaders of the station to watch the trial broadcast, it's a private live broadcast room.

"This?" Xue Wantong was a little hesitant: "I didn't tell Xiao Gao that I wanted to broadcast live. If it was self-defeating, wouldn't it be ruined?"

"It's okay. I'll take care of the problem. It's better not to tell. Gao Yang can play freely. Besides, you can also see his performance. Even if the actors in the opponent's play are worse, the special effects and Xiao Gao's explanation alone are enough to let him go. We took a chance."

"Yes, Gao Yang is right, this is our only chance, his performance is already so good, what we have to do is to give him enough platform." The other deputy director beside him was full of confidence.

"In addition," Xu Hongyi said again: "Spend 2 yuan on this live broadcast platform, get a banner on the homepage, re-archive the previous broadcast, and start broadcasting from the beginning."

"Okay!" Seeing that the leaders in the stage were so courageous, Xue Wantong didn't hesitate, and immediately ordered his assistants to do it.

……

After all, it is kryptonite.

It didn't take long for 5 people to pour into the live broadcast room.

"Hey, I said at this point in time, there are still trial episodes of variety shows?"

"Well, which channel is Chongyu, why haven't I heard of it?"

"It's a provincial TV station, but the ratings are low."

"A dialogue between ancient and modern times? Yes, it's quite interesting, it's innovative."

"This variety show is good, let's take a look."

"The show is good, but the host is not very old and looks handsome, so he's probably a young man with little strength, right?"

"That's hard to say, maybe he is handsome and powerful?"

"I'll go. This special effect is fine. The TV station spent a lot of money."

"Tsk tsk, the special effects are so real, I love it, I hope the actors can do more."

……

On the case table, Sima Qian said to his grandson beside him: "Come here first today, Yuner, you go back to your room first."

After Yang Yun went out, Sima Qian looked at Gao Yang and said with a smile, "You are an interesting young man. Although I wrote this Taishi Gongshu, it is a family letter. Tell me, where did you read it?" At this point, he seemed to think of something, changed the topic, and said in a low voice: "But someone secretly wrote my book?"

This book was written by two generations of the Sima family, and the painstaking efforts that went into it are self-evident.

In his words, Sima Qian didn't believe that the young man in strange clothes in front of him had read his own book.

Gao Yang understood why Sima Qian would say this. His grandson Yang Yun sent a letter to Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty to send a letter to Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty in the historical records written by him. Before Sima Qian passed away, this book was not No reputation.

Gao Yang cupped his hands, "The younger generation came from China 2000 years ago. This book, Mr., has been widely circulated in later generations. It was rated as the swan song of historians, Lisao without rhyme. This time, I came here to visit Mr. Rong.