Collection of Huaxia: Halloween Tribute to Ice Sculpture Company

"It's really ignorant. Tianshu is not only a giant pillar, but also the glory of all nations. How can it be easily destroyed."

Wu Zetian shook his head slightly, looking at the unfinished Tianshu.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to be sad. The coming of all nations is not just represented by a pillar. Xuanzong did it for a reason."

Hearing this, Wu Zetian pondered for a moment.

"It's over, I don't need to worry about the future."

Wu Zetian had already compromised in his heart.

Just now.

Zhou Jin waved her arm again, and a picture appeared out of thin air.

In 15 AD, the Swedish Nobel Organization awarded Tu Youyou and other medical personnel the Medicine Prize, which is world-renowned.

The pole grass is green, and the spring is reported.

Yo Yo Luming, the pole of the wild food.

The word Yoyo is taken from the Book of Songs, and it is destined that she will be associated with Qingyu all her life, and she will only devote herself to one thing in her life, the research and development of artemisinin.

A savior grass, a heart for the country, the combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine, save more lives.

There is also a female entrepreneur who donated to the disaster area, a female soldier who guards the frontier, a female traffic policeman who sticks to her post, one after another, she shines in the society...

Seeing all this, Wu Zetian nodded and said, "There are so many talents in future generations, Mr. Zhou, thank you for telling me."

Zhou Jin smiled faintly and said, "No matter what, I admire Your Majesty's well-deserved female role model."

Wu Zetian turned around and looked at the giant pillar of Optimus.

"Although many things cannot be rewritten, I have been relieved in my heart. Thank you, future generations..."

Zhou Jin saluted respectfully.

"Junior retire."

The screen gradually darkens.

The frame is Wu Zetian standing on the city wall.

Wearing a boa robe that blows in the wind, the golden hairpin on the head is shaking, and the back is lonely and steadfast, which makes people feel emotional.

Back to the studio.

Zhou Jin smiled and said: "Wu Zetian's life is nothing short of legendary. She ascended the throne from a weak woman and proclaimed herself emperor. As long as she works hard, no matter what her background is, she can change her fate against the sky and encourage each other."

Qiqi smiled sweetly.

"The proceeds from this program will be announced after the statistics are made, and all will be donated to children in impoverished areas so that they can spend a warm winter."

"The show is over. Friends who like to listen to our stories, please click to follow and pay attention. See you in the next episode. See you soon."

The camera turns off.

Zhou Jin's body softened and lay down on the chair.

After sorting out the whole story in his mind, he couldn't help but chuckle.

at the same time.

In a community in Nangang City.

After watching the program, Ye Hanlin was filled with emotions.

"Ding dong..."

The phone kept ringing, Ye Hanlin looked puzzled, picked up the phone, and the students exploded.

"Professor Ye, the level of the program you recommended is really too high. It perfectly restores Tianshu, which is no different from the historical records, and the portrayal of Wu Zetian is also perfect. The production team should be the top historians in China. Are you old? Will it be among them?"

"Yes, especially the anchor. The research on history is not too bad. I have roughly watched the previous programs. Qin Shihuang, Tang Taizong, Song Yingxing and others all shot very well, as if they were directly carrying the camera to the ancient times. .”

"I'm ashamed, I'm a history major, and my level is not as high as that of an Internet celebrity."

"Let me say something, I boldly guess that Zhou Jin will not be Ye Lao's closed disciple. Otherwise, how could he know history so well!"

……

Looking at the group news, Ye Hanlin shook his head and smiled wryly.

Even he doesn't have as much knowledge of history as Zhou Jin. It's really not sure who is the teacher and who is the student.

"Everyone, Xiao Zhou is a friend I met recently. The "Collected Programs" hosted by him is novel and three-dimensional, and perfectly restores the real scenes of various dynasties and generations. When you have time, you can pay more attention to it and improve your understanding of history. .”

Ye Hanlin was thoughtful after sending the message.

In an office on the top floor of China Media.

Wang Shangwu had a happy expression on his face. Wu Zetian's popularity reached more than 400 million in this episode. Although it didn't break the record, it beat a lot of variety shows.Congratulations, it's worth celebrating.

He took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Zhou Jin.

But he stopped again, stood up, took the elevator downstairs, and walked towards the live broadcast room.

"Mr. Wang, good."

Passing employees greeted each other.

Mr. Wang responded kindly with a smile on his face, obviously in a very good mood.

Arrived outside the live broadcast room, knocked on the door.

Inside, Zhou Jin stood up, and when she was about to open the door, Qiqi had already walked to the door.

"Xiao Zhou, you are doing well."

Zhou Jin scratched the back of her head, and said with a faint smile, "All proceeds from this episode of the show will be donated, Mr. Wang has no objection."

Wang Shangwu smiled heartily.

"What's this small amount of money? We have to look at it in the long run. It's beneficial and harmless. I totally agree. By the way, you and Qiqi probably haven't eaten yet. It's getting late now. May I treat you to supper?"

Zhou Jin checked the time. After two hours of live broadcast, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

The bright moon is hollow, and the clear brilliance is scattered on the ground.

The cold autumn wind is blowing in the streets and alleys of Nangang City.

Zhou Jin rubbed her belly, nodded, and said, "It's better to be respectful than to obey, let alone Mr. Wang's treat."

The two smiled at each other.

"Qiqi, are you going too?"

Zhou Jin turned around and asked.

"of course."

Qiqi agreed.

The three left the company and went to a barbecue stall downstairs.

The owner of the stall is an old woman who is over sixty years old. Since Zhou Jin entered the company, she has been selling barbecue downstairs in the company.In fact, this is not the case. In fact, this barbecue stall has existed since Wang Shangwu moved his company here.

No one knows how many years the old lady has been selling barbecue.

In an accidental conversation, Wang Shangwu learned that his wife and children both died in a car accident, leaving a grandson in primary school.He was supposed to enjoy his old age peacefully, but he had no choice but to come out and set up a stall to sell barbecue.

The little grandson is also very sensible. After finishing his homework, he came to the booth to help the old lady.

Therefore, every time the company has a dinner, Wang Shangwu immediately thinks of the barbecue stand.And every time they pay more money, or quietly leave some money behind.

"Are you off work?"

The old lady greeted kindly.

Wang Shangwu smiled faintly, sat down, and said, "It's still the same as before, you look at the three of them."

After a few glasses of beer, Wang Shangwu blushed a little. He patted Zhou Jin on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Zhou, you did a very good job this time. But if you can be a man in the next episode, save face for us. "

Zhou Jin nodded and said, "Definitely."

Qi Qi sat on the side, holding her face in her hands, staring at Zhou Jin affectionately.

Wang Shangwu noticed it, and smiled without saying a word.

Silently stopped talking.

Zhou Jin was taken aback for a moment, turned her head to see Qiqi's appearance, was slightly taken aback, pretended not to see, and said, "It's getting late, let's go back first."

"I heard that you live together? I don't bother you. After working for so long, it's time to go back and relax. Take care of your body, young man."

Wang Shangwu showed a weird smile.

"After all, the body is the capital of the revolution. There is no plowed field, only exhausted cattle."