Collection of Huaxia: Halloween Tribute to Ice Sculpture Company

Zhou Jin's request was beyond Wang Shangwu's expectation.

"Yes, but I hope to see your next grade."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang, I will do my best for the company!"

Hearing that Wang Shangwu agreed, Zhou Jin was relieved. He didn't want to face Meng Lingjun's Shura field when he went to the meeting tomorrow.

Although she had already prepared in her heart, when Zhou Jin came to the meeting room the next day, she was still taken aback by the battle. Almost half of the employees of the branch company came here.

It's just that they can't tell whether they want to cling to them because of their general situation, or if they want to find an opportunity to bully themselves.

"Starting today, "Collection of Huaxia" will be used as a program of the company to give the greatest drainage and publicity. As for the production, Zhou Jin will be solely responsible for it."

As soon as Meng Lingjun's words fell, the employees of various departments below exploded.

"Mr. Meng, Zhou Jin's qualifications are still inexperienced. I'm afraid it will be inappropriate to take on such a big project."

"It's better to entrust "Collection of China" to the experienced Director Zhang..."

An employee was interrupted by Meng Lingjun before he could finish speaking.

"Director Zhang? Can he issue a military order for me, guaranteeing that "Collection of China" will go all the way?"

"Let him come and talk to me himself, if you can."

Meng Lingjun waved his hands impatiently. Since they all voluntarily stayed in the branch, it was absolutely impossible for him to backhand him.

The employee's expression changed after being choked back by Meng Lingjun, but he still didn't speak in the end.

Zhou Jin nodded slightly when she heard the words. It seems that Meng Lingjun is really not the kind of villain who crosses rivers and destroys bridges.

But if Meng Lingjun was serious about saying one thing on the outside and another on the back, he could go straight to the headquarters.

After explaining all the affairs, Meng Lingjun deliberately left Zhou Jin behind.

"I know that you and Mr. Wang asked to stay in the branch for the time being, but I won't let you suffer. The resources of the branch will be tilted towards you as much as possible."

"However, you should have seen it today. The discussions in the background have mixed praises and criticisms for you. If you can't come up with the results as soon as possible, the previous results will be destroyed."

Meng Lingjun said earnestly.

Zhou Jin nodded when he heard the words, he naturally knew these things in his heart.Next, the most important thing is to run the second issue well and lay down the foundation of "Collection of Huaxia".

In terms of form, in order to better take over the popularity of Changjin Lake in the previous issue and awaken everyone's patriotic feelings, the best choice for the next issue is still feelings.

As for the specific content, there is still more to discuss.

Zhou Jin wandered around the company bored, saw the live broadcast room with a sports number on the side, pushed the door open and walked in.

Having said that, I have always been in the sports department when I was in college.Originally, he thought that after he got to the company, he would enter the sports department.

The playground is the first dream of countless teenagers.

"Except for the goalkeeper, all 11 players overwhelmed the opponent's half."

"There is not much time left for the Chinese team!"

"Goal in! Go in! Go... almost..."

"I think the national football team will definitely show its brilliance in the next match..."

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the excited voice of the live broadcast commentator, and finally calmed down.

Zhou Jin opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't.

National football, why did it become like this?
Zhou Jin couldn't help thinking of a reply with more than tens of thousands of likes: If you have a child, would you let him play football?

Zhou Jin pursed her lips. Perhaps the sportsmanship of Chinese people is really not as good as before.

Perhaps, he found the theme of this live broadcast.

The original intention of "Collecting China" is to awaken those things that have been lost with the passage of time in the spiritual world of Chinese people...

For the next day's live broadcast, the audience was most looking forward to it, but Meng Lingjun.

Watching the countdown countdown to zero, he let out a deep breath.

I hope Zhou Jin can create a miracle this time!

At this time, Zhou Jin was sitting in the live broadcast room, holding a document tightly in her hand.

He took a deep breath. If he didn't take the initiative to understand, maybe he would never know that on the other side of the ocean a hundred years ago, there was such a hero who went through so much to prove to the world that his country was still alive. .

"Zhou Jin, are you ready?"

The voice of the staff came from the headset, Zhou Jin nodded upon hearing this.

"Turn on the system! Enter the space-time transfer station!"

"Select a historical node!"

"The [-] Olympics!"

Zhou Jin said word by word, with a flash of excitement in her eyes.

As the live broadcast started, the screen suddenly changed.

"Leader, is it really okay to completely delegate power to Zhou Jin?"

Hearing the uneasy inquiries from the staff around him, Meng Lingjun stared at the screen for a moment.

"I read the proposal given by Zhou Jin."

"Although the risk is great, if he can do well in this period, even if he goes to the headquarters in the future, he will definitely not be controlled by others."

"Isn't what he did in the first issue also an unexpected success? All we need to do now is to believe in him, and... the one from a hundred years ago."

At the end, Meng Lingjun shrank his eyes looking at the screen.

A yellowed newspaper appeared in front of the camera, and the most conspicuous topic came into view immediately.

"Liu Changchun went to the meeting alone"

"Do you know... which is the saddest report in the history of the Chinese Olympics?"

"It is written on the back of this photo: I am a Chinese athlete. This time I will go to the meeting alone. Thousands of miles off the mountain. At this moment, the fate of the country is difficult. I hope that you will move forward bravely. I hope that in the future, we will wait for our younger generations to avoid such suffering."

Zhou Jin's melodious and vicissitudes of voice sounded outside the painting.

Just a few words, everyone who watched the live broadcast in front of the TV felt inexplicably sour.

As soon as the screen turned, the camera seemed to come to a huge stadium, and the flag of the five Olympic rings was floating in the center of the stadium.

In the next second, the large characters [-] suddenly appeared on the screen, and then exploded.

"This... I remembered!"

"This is [-]! It's the first time we Chinese sent representatives to participate in an international Olympic event!"

"It turns out that Huaxia started to join this kind of international competition so early! I think Dahuaxia will be able to show its power!"

The audience at this time also became aware of the protagonist of today's live broadcast.

"He is only 1 meters tall, but he broke the 67-meter world record at the time. He shouldered the great trust of the nation and faced the whole world alone."

"In 1908, a well-known newspaper in our country raised three questions about the Olympics: When will my country be able to send athletes to the Olympics? When will our athletes win an Olympic medal? When will our country be able to host the Olympics?"

"This is the wish of every Chinese person, but in that era, it was as difficult as reaching the sky. The fate of the country is so turbulent, and the mountains and rivers are turbulent. We can only look up to the sky and sigh."

Zhou Jin's heavy tone was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's hearts hard, making everyone's hearts tremble.