Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

The next day.

The sun was setting and night was falling.

A half-curved crescent moon slowly rose into the night sky, and the bright moonlight fell on the bustling and noisy city, and also on the buildings gradually lit up on the central platform.

It was nearly eight o'clock.

Not only Director Sun and others were sitting nervously in the office waiting.

All staff members are also treated strictly.

But than order.

They expected more in their hearts.

They are also looking forward to the second issue of "Collection of China" and who Lin Yi will talk to!
"The number of people online in the live broadcast room has exceeded 500 million!"

"Breakthrough 1000 million!"

"700 million!!"

Director Sun listened to the excited voice of the backstage supervisor in the headset.

The clenched hands were full of cold sweat.

A large audience is certainly a good thing.

But again.

It is also a double-edged sword!

The starting point is too high. If you want to continue to maintain the freshness and attractiveness of the show, it depends on more than just the dialogue characters.

But the quality of the show as a whole.

Once Ji Dong loses this battle, the overwhelming infamy will follow.

Everything that has been done before must be in vain.

But if Ji Dong wins.

It will surely become a god!

Facing such pressure, he is still like this.

Where is Lin Yi?
Sun Hao withdrew his gaze from the unlit screen, took out his mobile phone, and quickly typed a few words on the keyboard.

Sent to Ji Dong.

"Don't be nervous, whether you win or lose, CCTV is behind you!"

Seeing the text message from Master Sun, Lin Yi took a deep breath and straightened his neatly ironed Chinese tunic suit.

Stretching out his hand, he slowly pushed open the garage door of the villa.

"Squeak-"

It seems that the dusty door of history has been opened again.

Lin Yi walked into the recording studio step by step and turned on the equipment one by one.

After making all the preparations, adjust your emotions and state for the last time.

after a while

Ji Dong raised his head up again, all the emotions on his face subsided.

as a professional presenter.

He understands very well.

History must not be mixed with any personal emotions.

He is not only the host of "Collection of China", but also a book-turner who flips through historical classics for thousands of viewers!

"Time selected."

"The location has been selected."

"Start crossing!"

……

Institute of History.

Ladder meeting room.

Meetings here are usually concentrated only when there is a major breakthrough in the historical research project.

A place to listen to reports.

now.

All the members of the Institute of History were present.

Just because of one person.

It is the living fossil of the History Research Institute --- Zhao Tingyuan!
Although Zhao Tingyuan has retired, he is an indispensable existence for the History Research Institute.

Many of the people present were once the disciples of Mr. Zhao.

Including the current dean of the Institute of History.

And today.

The reason why Mr. Zhao summoned all the staff of the History Research Institute was not for any other reason, but for everyone to watch the second issue of "Collection of China".

For other viewers, watching is lively and exciting.

It looks bloody.

But for these historians.

But not only.

They study history and historical figures, not just the occurrence of events in the course of history.

All the props in the Four Seas Returning to One Hall appearing on the screen are exactly the same as their previous speculations about the history of the Qin Dynasty.

This is the proof of history.

It is the painstaking efforts and time of countless people.

worthy of study!

Elder Zhao sat in the middle of the first row.

He turned his head to look at the dean beside him.

"Which character is this second issue? Is there any trailer or something, let me see first."

"No."

The dean waved his hands helplessly.

Said lamentably.

"Old man, don't even mention it's a trailer, there isn't even a brief introduction, CCTV is very mysterious this time, there isn't even a brief introduction, I feel uncomfortable, like being scratched by a cat's paw!"

Mr. Zhao said with a smile: "If you don't have it, you can't. Anyway, what we study is history, and any dynasty has nothing to do with us!"

The dean nodded in agreement.

"What the old man said is that it's uncomfortable, but it's about to start, and it's not too late!"

While the two were talking, the lights in the staircase conference room gradually dimmed.

The screen slowly lights up.

Gradually, four ancient gilded characters appeared:
Collection of Huaxia!

At this moment, there are still 5 minutes left before the show starts.

No commercials, no teasers, no introductions.

These four big characters are on the whole screen.

Everyone knows that every second of CCTV's advertisement is worth a thousand dollars.

A 5-minute advertisement is worth more than [-] million yuan!
But even so.

Director Sun Hao still made such a decision.

Faced with a program of the level and historical charm of "Collection of China", facing such a high level of national attention.

The doping of any commercial advertisements is extremely inappropriate.

Although an advertising fee of [-] to [-] million yuan is a lot, how can it meet the expectations of tens of millions of viewers?
Not as good.

Just take advantage of this waiting time to let the audience adjust their mood to the most peaceful state.

Waiting for the upcoming outbreak!
Although the show has not yet started, the entire conference room is extremely quiet.

Everyone looked up at the huge screen.

Feeling a little nervous.

Mr. Zhao's wrinkled hands were also gently rubbing the armrests on both sides.

It seems that every minute and every second is suffering.

but.

It is mixed with the expectation of happiness.

Suddenly.

The four large characters on the screen slowly disappeared, and a faint ray of light gradually lit up on the black screen.

"Zheng-"

A musical sound sounded.

As if across a long time and space, everyone present tensed slightly.

Elder Zhao also felt his heart beating violently, as if at this moment, he turned back into that young guy in his 20s.

To delve into history, and tireless.

Old Zhao listened attentively.

"The qin is the first of the four arts. The tone is subtle and deep, simple and elegant."

"Then there is Xun, the sound of the beginning of autumn, all things turn yellow, Xun earth for it..."

The moment the music sounded, almost everyone corresponded with the records in their memory one by one.

"There was no music before, but I added music today. Is it related to the characters we are talking to today? Or is this the soundtrack after "Collection of China"? Qinse, Xun, chime bells, pipa..."

Old Zhao frowned slightly.

Thoughts flashed through my mind quickly, but I couldn't tell what year it was.

Who is it.

next second.

"Ugh-"

The horn sounded.

As if the prelude to the war had begun, the fierce drums sounded.

The sound is getting louder and clearer.

It was like hitting everyone's heart one after another, causing everyone's heart to beat violently.

At this moment, they have already forgotten.

to figure it out.

to speculate.

Instead, like this fierce battle drum, the blood boiled.

at this time.

The melodious music is like the ups and downs of history.

Accompanied by the sound of music, a thick and magnetic voice sounded slowly:

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero."

"Success or failure is short-sighted."

"Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns."

Lin Yi walked forward step by step on the quiet historical corridor.

end of the corridor.

It is no longer a towering bronze gate, but a heavy and thick city wall.

On the city wall, there were dark red bloodstains.

as if.

That is the mark left by history.

"Everyone, I'm Lin Yi."

"For 5000 years in China, except for Qin Zhizhi to rule the world!"

"It is the most domineering in the Ming Dynasty."

"The Son of Heaven guards the gate of the country, and the king dies."

"Today, let me take everyone to push aside this city wall that bears the weight of history, to meet a special emperor."

Ji Dong stretched out his hand and pushed towards the city wall.

In an instant.

The city wall crumbled like an oriental dragon crashing to the ground...