I see.

Zhang Shuangjiang stood up slowly.

His face was a little tired, but his mood was very high!

"Just now, the official website of People's Daily used ten words to evaluate our program."

"The heroic soul of the Burmese martyrs, the inheritance of Hong Yanhuang."

Zhang Shuangjiang paused, took a sip of water and continued.

"The heroic soul of the Burmese martyrs and the inheritance of Hongyan and Huang are such great evaluations, but the People's Daily uses this important cross to comment on "Into the Heroes."

"Do you know the meaning of this?"

As soon as this word comes out.

The conference room was silent, and everyone's faces were filled with disbelief.

As people in the industry, they are very clear about the words People's Daily.

It actually specially reviews a literature and history program?

And still such a high evaluation?

at this moment.

The first thing all the leaders felt was not joy, but the heavy pressure on their shoulders.

Zhang Shuangjiang was not surprised by everyone's reaction, because he was the same when he received the news.

But now there was no time to waste, Zhang Shuangjiang opened his mouth to bring the topic back on track.

"The content of the second episode of the program "Into the Heroes" has been determined."

Zhang Shuangjiang narrowed his eyes, looked around the people in the meeting room, and asked softly.

"But."

"Now we are faced with a decision. The program will be aired at [-] o'clock tomorrow night. Qin Yu will plan it. It will be broadcast live across the country at that time. The news has already spread."

"My question is, should we tell the audience directly which ancestor's deeds we want to promote, or be patient and let Qin Yu tell the audience himself after the show starts."

Hear this question.

Everyone immediately started a heated discussion.

"I think it's better not to talk about it, especially now that the national audience's attention is still on the first episode of the program. From my point of view, let's continue the topic of the first episode and wait for the show to be broadcast tomorrow night. If Qin Yu personally tells the audience, the effect will be better."

"But do you know how much pressure our telephone department is facing? Every second, viewers call in and ask who the ancestors we are going to tell about in the second issue are."

"That should be suppressed! You can't say it. Once you say it, there will be no novelty. The most important thing is that the audience will watch the show with their own subjective emotions."

"I think it's better not to talk about it, because the topic of the first episode still has enough stamina. We don't need to use new topics to shock the audience. We only need to release the broadcast time of the second episode tomorrow night."

"If you say it, it will put some pressure on Qin Yu, the planner."

"But is it really good for us to hang the audience like this?"

The audience discussed for 10 minutes, but there was still no result.

But Zhang Shuangjiang already had his own decision in mind.

now.

Among the 14 flower growers, only four people know what Qin Yu wants to tell in the next issue of "Into the Heroes".

Director Wang, Deputy Director Chu, himself, and Qin Yu himself.

That being the case.

Then let Taili carry the pressure.

Let Qin Yu focus on making programs without any worries.

Think about it here.

Zhang Shuangjiang knocked on the table.

"Be quiet."

After everyone silenced, he frowned and said loudly.

"Announcement, tomorrow night at eight o'clock sharp, the second season of "Into the Heroes" will be broadcast."

"No preview, no introduction."

····

late at night.

In the quiet room, there is only the sound of "crackling" keyboards.

Qin Yu was sitting in front of the computer desk, revising his plan over and over again.

He wants to perfectly combine animation, copywriting, and time travel, and give the audience the ultimate experience in terms of vision, hearing, and feeling.

to this end.

He revised and revised the written plan and copywriting.

He took a sip of strong tea lightly.

Qin Yu raised his head and looked out the window.

As far as the eye can see, there are bright lights.

"Keep going."

Qin Yu smiled easily, murmured alone, and then devoted himself to revising.

The breeze blows slowly, and the bright moon in the night sky moves slowly. The traffic on the ground is sparse, and the passing cars turn into streamers, like shooting stars, flashing and extinguishing, and then continuous.

The old-fashioned clock in the room was ticking, and the hands on it jumped rapidly.

Two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock, five o'clock in the morning...

soon.

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