Collection of Huaxia: Halloween Tribute to Ice Sculpture Company

"Viewers and friends in the live broadcast room, this episode has come to an end."

"If you like to listen to my stories, please click to follow and pay attention. See you in the next issue."

As soon as the voice fell, the camera turned off.

Zhou Jin lay on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

His mind was filled with the face of Qin Shihuang before he died, and his last words echoed in his ears.

The heart can not be calm for a long time.

Qin Shihuang, the first emperor through the ages, really lived up to his reputation.

He shook his head to calm himself down.

Taking out his phone, he glanced at his personal account, his pupils locked tightly, and in just over two hours of live broadcast, he actually gained more than [-] fans.

Zhou Jin swallowed.

It seems that the ancient Chinese civilization is still very attractive.

It's just that traffic is the top priority now, and variety shows are all spoofing history to attract attention.

The audience has long hated it from the bottom of their hearts.

This is not the fault of ancient Chinese civilization, but a deformed product that was forced to be born in a society where interests are paramount and materialistic.What Zhou Jin can do is not to exaggerate the connotation of ancient civilization excessively, but to present the history as it is in front of the audience.

This is enough, after all, the ancient civilization is wonderful, there is no need to add oil and vinegar, the original flavor is already wonderful.

After resting for a while, Zhou Jin stood up and left the live broadcast room.

It's approaching evening.

The edge of the sky is fiery red, the loose clouds are floating leisurely, and the afterglow of the setting sun is shining gently, the whole world seems to be coated with a hazy filter.

In a secluded corridor, Zhou Jin bumped into Wang Shangwu head-on.

"Wang... President Wang?"

Zhou Jin was taken aback.

Wang Shangwu smiled, stretched out a pair of big hands, and patted Zhou Jin on the shoulder.

"Xiao Zhou, I really saw you right. After get off work, do you have anything to do? I'll treat you to dinner and discuss something along the way."

Zhou Jin nodded and said, "Yes, but Mr. Wang already spent the last time..."

The voice is not over.

Wang Shangwu waved his hand and said, "No problem, you are a great contributor to our company, I wish I could treat you to dinner every day."

After finishing speaking, Wang Shangwu smiled heartily.

"It's still the same place, Yunhai Hotel, at eight o'clock, I'll wait for you."

Wang Shangwu strode away.

Looking at his background, Zhou Jin was thoughtful, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she shook her head, and walked to the lobby of the company.

Wang Mengling had a hypocritical smile on his face.

"Xiao Zhou, his performance is very eye-catching. He gained 13 fans in two hours. Although he is not as good as a big-name star. But for a fledgling new anchor, it is already a remarkable achievement!"

"Come on, everyone applaud Xiao Zhou."

Colleagues around applauded.

There is admiration, appreciation, encouragement... but there is also jealousy, pandering, hypocrisy...

Facing these false difficulties, Zhou Jin just smiled lightly, not caring in her heart.

"Thank you manager. I'm just doing what I should do. It's getting late, so I'll get off work first."

Wang Mengling patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's go. If you want to rest tomorrow, you don't have to come to work."

When leaving.

Wang Mengling lowered his voice and said in a low voice, "President Wang has already agreed to the previous promise, the double bonus."

"Thank you manager."

Zhou Jin said neither humble nor overbearing.

After leaving the company, Zhou Jin looked at the time, it was 53:[-] in the evening.

It's not easy to go home at this point, I have to go to Yunhai Hotel at eight o'clock.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Jin decided to go directly and wait for Wang Shangwu to arrive at the hotel.

on the way.

Zhou Jin thought of the first episode of "Books of Huaxia" about Shangshu, which was a great success and aroused heated discussions.This approach works, and it does not conflict with "Huaxia Collection".

One focuses on historical figures and describes historical stories.

One focus, pay attention to ancient classics, popular science classics knowledge.

Both are based on Hong, promote Chinese culture, and complement each other. If they can be integrated, they may be able to achieve the effect of one plus one equals two.

"The feasibility is very high."

Zhou Jin said something to himself.

The taxi driver on the side was a little dazed, and asked suspiciously, "Sir, what did you say?"

"It's nothing, drive slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

While talking, Zhou Jin took out her mobile phone and made a call.

"Mao Jiao, you're a busy person right now. You just finished meeting Qin Shihuang, why did you think of calling me? The little girl, He De, how can you let the young master worry so much, I really can't bear it, ashamed, ashamed!"

Zhou Jin's face was covered with black lines.

He coughed and said, "I have a proposal, do you want to hear it?"

"Young master, it's okay to say, how dare the little girl refuse."

Qiqi replied unscrupulously.

"It is necessary to continue "Classics of Huaxia", and I will help you. Just like the first episode, travel back to ancient times and introduce the stories behind the creators of classics. What do you think?"

"Of course, if you refuse, I will force it. And there will be no similar programs, you can keep doing it."

There was a brief silence from the speakers.

Zhou Jin frowned, not knowing what Qiqi was doing.

After a while, Qiqi's slightly moved voice came out: "Mao... bah, Zhou Jin, do you really think so?"

"What did I lie to you about? I think this program has great potential and has a good intention. If you do it with your heart, it will definitely be loved by the audience, and the popularity will not be lower than that of Huaxia Collection."

Another short silence.

Qiqi's voice became softer, and said: "I... I don't know what to say. Anyway, I agree, thank you, Zhou Jin."

"It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. I have something to do later, so I'll hang up first and contact you later."

Zhou Jin hung up the phone, thoughtful.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped downstairs at Yunhai Hotel.

This is a high-end five-star hotel, the guests who come in and out are either rich or expensive, and their gestures are full of style.

As soon as the taxi stopped, a waiter hurried forward and opened the door for Zhou Jin.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

"My friend will come over later. He should have an appointment. His surname is Wang."

The waiter thought for a moment.

"President Wang? Are you Mr. Zhou Jin?"

Zhou Jin lightened up.

"Mr. Wang has already come, and he has specially instructed you to come with me."

Zhou Jin followed the waiter, took the elevator to the top floor of the hotel, and entered a private room.

Outside the private room is a glass curtain wall, at a glance, you can have a panoramic view of the whole city.

The skyline in the distance was dyed pale red by the setting sun.

The fiery red sun descended one after another behind the western mountain.

Under the sunset.

Wang Shangwu sat at the dining table, smiling all over his face.

"Xiao Zhou, I just arrived too. I didn't expect you to arrive so early. Sit down quickly, and the waiter will serve the food."

Zhou Jin sat down.

"Mr. Wang waits for me every time. You are my boss. I feel embarrassed."

he joked.

Wang Shangwu smiled heartily and said, "It's not in the way."