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Things backfired, for nothing.

"Thank you." Xing Ming squeezed out a smile, thanked Yu Zhongye thoughtlessly, and really went out.

But before he had gone far, he turned back and pushed open the door of the director's office with a bang.His eyes were cold, his face was stern, and he looked like he was going to the palace with a sword on his hands.

Yu Zhongye behind the desk sat still, but Lao Chen yelled first: "What are you doing! I told you to go out, didn't you hear me?"

Xing Ming was suddenly relieved.

I thought that those people despised Zhuang Lei for no reason at all. The so-called "Xuan Su's prescription" and "Huang Chi's way", this housework is a technical job after all, and he is obviously not suitable for this job. , Twisting his waist and moving his hips, full of ugly behavior, but now recalling, Yu Zhongye's breath was always stable at that time, and his attitude was always ambiguous.At this point in the matter, there is no possibility of anything worse, so Xing Ming was straightforward: "I still have something to say."

"Your meaning is very clear." Yu Zhongye didn't give him a chance to explain any more, and without even looking at Xing Ming, he pressed a call button on the phone and told the secretary, "Let the security guard in."

The security guards came quickly, all of them tall and handsome, dressed like the bodyguards often seen in gangster movies.They pushed Xing Ming's back violently as soon as they entered the door, and they didn't care if this person was a well-known host or not, they were going to throw him out on the spot.

A hand was roughly placed on the shoulder, and Xing Ming moved his shoulder, but he still couldn't break free.For some reason, karma was burning in his chest, his hostility swelled, and when he turned around, he punched the security guard in the face.There was a loud noise when the meat collided with the meat, and the security guards were taken aback. They had never seen such a wild master in front of the director, and they waited for a full 2 ​​minutes before rushing forward.

Xing Ming fell into the siege of seven or eight people. He was single but not weak, and even knocked down several of them.But after a round of pushing, shoving and fighting, the security guards were finally outnumbered, and he was knocked down.

Unfortunately, when he fell down, his chin hit the glass coffee table, and a hole was immediately torn open, spattering blood.

Yu Zhongye kept looking at Xing Ming, watching him lose control, watching him act wildly, watching him being knocked to the ground with blood spattered on the spot, without saying a word.

Xing Ming's face was facing down, his hands were folded behind his back, and the two security guards seemed to be frightened by his fist, and almost put their whole body weight on him and sat astride him.Xing Ming tried his best to earn a living, but found that he couldn't move like the monkey grandson at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, so he regained his sanity and decided not to move his hands, but to move his mouth.

"I have served as the host of "Pearl Connection" for nearly half a year. In the past six months, the ratings of "Pearl Connection" have always maintained the first place in the country at the same time. I was just praised by the Central Propaganda Department last month, and the advertising revenue has also increased. Three hundred percent!"

Lao Chen didn't expect that Xing Ming would use such a trump card, but Yu Zhongye seemed to have known it for a long time, nodded, and said slowly: "The predecessors planted trees and the descendants took advantage of the shade. The brand accumulated over the years in "Pearl Connection" Its influence determines its ratings and investment results. However, according to the latest ratings data of CCTV Sofrui, the ratings of "Pearl Connection" dropped by 37% compared with the same period last year."

It's not that Xingming reported the good news but not the bad news. During Zhuang Lei's period, "Pearl Connection" once dominated the country with its impressive results. Now the decline in ratings is an indisputable fact, and he himself knows it.But attacking a city is easy and defending a city is difficult. Almost all TV news media cannot withstand the impact of new online media. How many news programs similar to "Pearl Connection" have been suspended, and "Pearl Connection" can still maintain its current status. Some problems are really not easy.

Xing Ming didn't think that his skills were inferior to others, but he didn't want to make more excuses. After thinking about it, he said: "Eight months ago, when I was interviewing in Syria, I was affected by shelling. Fortunately, I was out of danger and saved my life." …For two months, I was in Manila covering the Hong Kong tourist hostage incident, and was stabbed in the waist by a local mob…”

"So?" Yu Zhongye narrowed his eyes slightly, a little impatient expression appeared on his handsome face.

Old Chen knew what Xing Ming meant. He had grievances and resentments. The so-called hard work without credit.Lao Chen didn't want to let go of any opportunity to suppress Xing Ming, so he said in a strange voice: "It's a good thing to be willing to work hard, but to fight, you have to fight with a sense of proportion and general knowledge. Even the news dares to falsify. What else are you afraid of?" ?!"

Xing Ming was really desperate. When a person is desperate, he can't understand his own weight, and he starts to speak out: "Give me a show, I will build the crew myself, and I will find the advertisement by myself. If the ratings are not good, I will say nothing." Say get out immediately!"

"It's interesting." Yu Zhongye finally smiled, and motioned to the security guard with his eyes, "Let him get up."

Xing Ming got up from the ground, adjusted his crumpled shirt and coat, and stood up straight again: "Give me a show."

Yu Zhongye smiled slightly, not concealing the slight sarcasm in his eyes: "Why?"

"I have the ability to make this show equal to or even surpass "Pearl Connection", but before the show's results, I only get a basic salary, and I won't ask for more."

Seeing the wound, Lao Chen sprinkled salt, and taunted sourly: "Since you are so capable, why don't you take the basic salary at all, wouldn't it be better?"

It's easy to let go of words, but it's hard to keep promises. Now all his senses are back, Xing Ming is not affected by Lao Chen's provocative methods, and still looks straight at Yu Zhongye: "You need money for basic necessities, food, housing and transportation, and a brand new column must reach the level of "" It will take at least a year to reach the height of Pearl Connection—”

Yu Zhongye interrupted Xingming: "Half a year."

Xing Ming was stunned for a moment, and no matter how arrogant and confident he was, this request was really too difficult.

"You don't need to rush to agree, actually the station is planning two new columns." Yu Zhongye signaled Lao Chen with his eyes, "You tell him."

Old Chen was reluctant, but he had to say: "Mr. Tan of Huacan has a good relationship with Lao Song of our entertainment center, and they are planning to jointly produce a column. The column is tentatively named "If You Love Beauty". The reality show is also a micro-movie about the emotions of celebrities, food is the most important thing for the people, and celebrities are also human beings, so the audience will definitely love to watch it."

In Lao Chen's view, this is a clear punishment and real reward. Huacan is the largest film and television company in China, and it has almost all the first-line stars from both sides of the Taiwan Strait. "If You Love Beauty" naturally invites the kings and queens and popular artists. The progress of the program It was easy, and there was no need to worry about exposure and ratings. How many young hosts in the station were desperately looking forward to getting a piece of the action, but Xing Ming took advantage of it.

"Another column is still in its infancy stage, a large-scale news debate program." Yu Zhongye took the lead from Old Chen, and said two words unhurriedly, "Live broadcast."

The word "live broadcast" is enough to make every recruit jump in fear, just like a singer who can only record records in a recording studio suddenly wants to hold a concert, and he is not allowed to fake singing.

Xing Ming heard the sound of blood pulsating in his blood vessels. The past ten minutes or so were terrible, but now his energy is coming up again.

Xing Ming's choice was expected, Yu Zhongye asked him: "Have you thought about it?"

"Yeah." Xing Ming frowned slightly, with a serious expression, "Half a year, just give me half a year, and after half a year, I will take the initiative to leave for any program with poor ratings, but I will be responsible for how the program will be handled in this half year."

"If you said that earlier, things would be a lot easier." Yu Zhongye smiled, "This is the value for money."

Lao Chen couldn't understand the "value for money", but Xing Ming understood. He was a little frustrated but also more grateful. Fortunately, Yu Zhongye's recognition of his value was not limited to his bed.

Xing Ming once again thanked Director Yu, earnestly and politely, then turned and walked out of the director's office.

He stopped at the door, closing the door slowly, just in time to hear Old Chen's voice inside.

"None of them come from majors, yet they want to do a live broadcast? I don't know whether to say that Xing Ming is ignorant or fearless, or he is really too immature, thinking about flying before he even learned how to walk."

Then Xing Ming heard Yu Zhongye's voice again, which was as deep and magnetic as ever, and seemed to be smiling.

"Children are bloodthirsty and aggressive by nature. I want to see how far he can fly."

Xing Ming turned around and left. At this time, some employees in the stage were already crowded in the aisle, looking at him with complicated expressions.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xing Ming quickly settled his mood.

Disfigured, with some blood splattered on the front of his shirt, he described himself as embarrassed but with a dignified posture. He adjusted the collar of his shirt and the cuffs of his suit leisurely, and then left.He always walks in the same way, with his chin raised slightly, his spine straight, and he doesn't look aside, especially like a piece of porcelain, exquisite, expensive, and hard.Ruan Ning has always thought this posture is very handsome, but secretly imitated it a few times but he still doesn't know the essentials, but according to Lao Chen's words, it is contrived and forceful.

There were more and more people in the aisle, and all kind or unkind eyes fell on him.

It doesn't matter to Xing Ming, this is not the worst time after all.

He remembered the day of the first three mid-term exams, a row of red walls, two rows of old trees on the campus, and the sky was dying blue.

For the last mathematics, less than 10 minutes into the exam, the dean, who usually does not show up, suddenly brought two policemen outside the exam room.The invigilator was called out, and the four adults talked for about four to five minutes. The voice was not too loud, but the students in the examination room were keenly aware that something was going to happen.

The invigilator was a fledgling teacher who had just been transferred from another school. The students in this class could hardly be called by name, so she walked into the classroom again and yelled in front of the whole class, Xing Ming, is Xing Ming here?

The students raised their faces one after another, turned their heads, and cast their eyes on the second-to-last row—Xing Mingda was short and tall, and the only one who could sit behind him was the special sports recruit in the class, the high jumper.

But he didn't seem to hear it at all, and he was still immersed in calculations.

Seeing that there was no answer, the invigilator said loudly, didn't Xing Ming come?Xing Ming, something happened to your father!

The students were restless, and there was no sound in the examination room. In the whole classroom, there was only one person who was writing on the examination paper.Suddenly a student stood up, raised his hand and pointed back, Xing Ming was sitting there!

Xing Ming, the teacher repeats, you don't need to take the exam, your father has an accident.

After collecting the last sum, Xing Ming finally stood up.He picked up the test paper, walked to the podium under the gaze of the whole class, handed the test paper to the invigilator, and said very calmly, "Teacher, I will hand in the paper."

I passed 96 in the [-]-point mathematics test, and the total score is still the first in the grade.

What could be better than this?

What could be worse than this?