Rebirth: I Want to Surf

"I currently have two pieces of business, club and gig information."

"Let's talk about the club first. You must know about Monternet, but I need to explain to you the text message alliance... The club's visits are very good. It is estimated that it will reach the standard by the end of the year. When you apply to become an SP, you don't need to share it with others."

"Sp is getting more and more popular now, the three major portals have the upper hand, QQ makes money by text messages, and more and more people are staring at it outside the venue, it seems like a big cake.

Yes, Monternet is indeed a cake, but the way they eat it is too crude. The business is rare, the types are single, and they are often complacent. If I do it, I can play with them in different ways every day.

What a channel! They don't make money! "

Yao Yuan was heartbroken when he mentioned it, and Yu Jiajia looked at Xiangle and asked, "Just rely on your club?"

"The club is only in its primary form. If you are really interested, I will tell you about it sometime."

Um?

Yu Jiajia sensed something, what does this kid, Balabala, want to poach me?

She blinked her eyes, kept her composure, and continued: "What about the performance information? You have a lot of information on it from newspapers. How dare you come here?"

"I'll talk about this later, I'll talk about it later... There must be a prerequisite for performance information. Do you believe that Internet technology will develop rapidly?

For example, the means of payment will become very convenient and safe. "

"I believe."

"That's good. Don't look at the performance information, which is inconspicuous now, but with the improvement of living standards and the upgrading of consumption habits, the performance market must be booming every year.

So if you think about it, if one day, all the tickets for movies, dramas, art festivals, musicals, symphonies, and even cross talk and acrobatics across the country can be bought on my website, how big is that territory? "

Yao Yuan fiddled with several cups, took one first, and said, "This is ticketing. I have the nationwide performance information and ticket sales authority."

He took another cup and said: "There are too many people buying tickets. I will create a website dedicated to reviews and ask them to go up and rate them. Every movie, every TV series, every book, and every song can be posted on Find ratings and reviews online.

When more and more people comment, and even choose to watch or not based on this, do you think it will affect the entire entertainment ecology? "

Hiss!

Yu Jiajia sat up straight without knowing it.

It's not over yet, Yao Yuan took the third cup and said, "Since I've sold the tickets and rated the points, why don't I go to the upstream and downstream? Make performances and works by myself, and then move these works online?"

"I have objections to this point. I believe that the Internet will develop rapidly, but I don't think the Internet can replace TV." Yu Jiajia said.

"Okay, that's it. You said that TV is useful, so when we move to the Internet, can we move to the TV? Can we connect the Internet to the TV?"

"this……"

Reporter Yu is rarely in a daze. It sounds like science fiction, but with the current momentum of the Internet, all kinds of imaginations of all parties may come true.

To her horror, Yao Yuan actually picked up the fourth cup and said, "I've sold so many tickets for performing arts events, so let me be more relaxed. Can a restaurant set meal be sold? A coupon for a bathing center Can it be sold?

In the same way, if you sell it and review it later, guess what will happen? "

Yao Yuan didn't know how the old horse fooled the Eighteen Arhats back then, but it was almost the same when he thought about it, just painting cakes! If the painter believes it, he will naturally follow you.

He only talked about a part of his future plan, and he felt that Yu Jiajia was very suitable for this. She is not very old, but she entered the industry early. She has worked in newspapers for ten years and has a wide network of contacts. She is a very good helper.

For today's netizens, their understanding of the Internet is limited to those they have come into contact with, such as portals, mailboxes, QQ, and games.

Those imaginary things are too imaginary and have no physical impression. But Yao Yuan's words gave Yu Jiajia a complete and clear development line in her mind.

"..."

She looked at the other person again, and her eyes changed a lot. Could this be Longzhong's pair? !

Then I am Liu Bei, or Zhuge Liang?

She was distracted for a while, and Yao Yuan also stopped talking, didn't pour too much into it, and drank champagne like a high-quality drink.

Time was getting late, the guests in the bar were coming and going, Zang Tianshuo was still calling friends, Gerile showed the standard posture of a little lover, very well-behaved.

The program has also changed several times, all of which are unknown singers.

At this moment, when a singer went down, a few people came up, it seemed that it was a band, and they started singing without introduction.

As soon as the prelude sounded and the voice of the lead singer came out, all the guests turned their heads and showed doubts. Yao Yuan also didn't sound right, why is there still singing nonsense in the bar?

What's more, it's a white thing in the Northeast!

I don’t know if there are any in the south. In the vast northeastern rural areas, there is a folk tradition. When someone passes away, relatives will invite the troupe to sing an opera in addition to organizing the funeral.

Many people are engaged in this, and there are many repertoires, such as "Eighteen Cries".

The lyrics are sad, the melody is breathtaking, coupled with the professional interpretation of the actors, it is even more sad and tear-jerking.

Yao Yuan knew it as soon as he heard it. He didn't have the experience of singing white things in the countryside, so he couldn't make this song. Then he turned his head to the stands, among the five people, the other four were easy to talk about, except for the leading vocalist.

A wig, a red cheongsam, painted eyebrows and eyes, lips like blood, wearing an earring, and a flower on his head, playing and singing with a guitar in his hand.

"puff!"

"Cough cough cough!"

"You know him?" Yu Jiajia asked.

"I don't know it, but I think it looks strange."

"Oh, this band is called Second-Hand Rose, and they often come to perform. Lao Zang's performance fee is higher than the market. I have seen it twice before."

Yu Jiajia said casually, "I sound like Errenzhuan."

"I feel like it too."

"The shape is unique, and the lead singer has a monstrous aura, which suits her quite well."

yes!

Can it not be suitable?

That's the godmother of rock and roll, Dragon Mama! Oh no, Aunt Long!

Yao Yuan didn't know this band for a long time in his previous life, and he only started listening to their songs when he was middle-aged. Not to mention liking or hating them, he just found them quite interesting.

One of the joys of being a Reborn is checking in everywhere.

I had punched a card with Guo Degang before, and here I am again.

The lead singer is called Liang Long, from HLJ. When he was not popular, searching for Liang Long's entries would only find such an introduction: "a dinosaur at the end of the Jurassic period".

After singing a few songs and saying a few scene words, the band stepped down.

The waiter went over and said, "Brother Long, I have a guest for a drink."

"Which table?"

The waiter pointed, and Liang Long nodded: "Okay, I'll go there later."

When performing in a bar, it is common for guests to ask for a drink.

He simply tidied up, sweated off, ran to the table, saw a man and a woman, hurriedly said: "Bosses, hello!"

"You're welcome, sit down."

Yao Yuan asked him to take a seat, handed him a glass of beer, touched it, and Liang Long breathed a sigh of relief.

"I heard that your style of music is a bit like Errenzhuan, from the Northeast?"

"Yes, I'm from QQHE."

"Oh, I'm from Shencheng."

"Yo, that's still a fellow villager, there is a destiny!"

The three eastern provinces are all fellow villagers when they go out. Later, the fourth eastern province-Hainan was added.

Without further conversation, Yao Yuan glanced at Yu Jiajia with a few casual words, and without betraying anyone, he directly bluffed and said:

"We are from a newspaper. We recently set up a website to introduce information about various performances. I saw your show just now. I want to make friends. When you have a performance, let me know. I will post it online so that more people can see it. .”

For those who are in the rivers and lakes, even if they don't agree in their hearts, they have to be called brother.

Sure enough, Liang Long smiled all over his face and nodded repeatedly: "It's okay, you think highly of me."

"Then leave a contact information?"

"Ok, Ok."

After sending them away with a few words, Liang Long found Zang Tianshuo and asked, "Are those two from the newspaper office?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I just talked a few words."

"That woman is a big reporter. She is well-known in the industry. It doesn't hurt to make friends."

At the beginning of a newspaper, Liang Long did not hesitate like Guo Degang, and immediately agreed.

Yu Jiajia didn't say a word, it was a tacit consent, she admitted that Yao Yuan made her blood boil and her career revived, but she still had to observe and observe.

…………

"Let's go, I'll take you back."

"No, I'm going to the Internet cafe all night today."

"It's nice to be young, bye!"

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Yu Jiajia got into a taxi and escaped.

Yao Yuan watched her headlights disappear, turned around, walked back along Liangmaqiao Road, walked for a few minutes, and arrived at that section of the road again.

The cold wind is bleak, and there are still dim yellow lights. There are fewer women than before, and they are still guarding under the streetlights in revealing clothes, shivering faintly.

Yao Yuan walked back and forth twice, rejected N warm invitations, but never found them. Just when he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a voice: "Teacher Chen?"

He turned his head and saw Rongrong.

Compared with two months ago, the girl has not changed, but she is more skilled. She unexpectedly ran over with a little joy, and said, "Why are you here, are you asking me to take pictures again?"

"Oh no, I happened to be here today..."

Yao Yuan took out a prepared envelope and stuffed it to the other party. Rongrong took it, and she knew it was money at the first touch, more money than 200 yuan.

"That counts as, uh, a dividend."

Yao Yuan didn't know what to say, so he paused and said, "Go home if you can, the days are still long...Okay, I'm leaving."

He waved his hand, turned and left.

From the beginning to the end, the two didn't know each other's names or anything.

Yao Yuan tightened his clothes, left the street, and hailed a taxi. The driver, smoking a cigarette, asked, "Where are you going?"

"The nearest Internet cafe."

"okay!"