Let you shoot a promotional video, but you shoot Xiuchun Dao

Facing the sudden enthusiasm, Fang Xin covered his forehead helplessly.

"Don't get excited, Professor Liu."

Fang Xin looked around, and Liu Juntong's excited performance had already attracted a lot of attention.

What's more, after discovering Fang Xin's identity, it was only because of Fang Xin's bad face that he didn't dare to ask for his autograph.

Liu Juntong also realized that his behavior was inappropriate, so he immediately let go of his hand, smiled awkwardly, and subconsciously took warm boiled water and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking warm water, his sanity gradually recovered.

"Sorry, I'm too excited, I haven't heard from you for a long time."

Liu Juntong suppressed his excited tone.

"You called me over this time, do you want to say something? Or did you find something!"

Fang Xin's purpose is this.

"Have you heard of the Yuan Dynasty?"

Liu Juntong's eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded, then his eyes dimmed again for some unknown thought.

"I know, I know, but it was only mentioned in the few ancient books left by the Braid Dynasty."

After thinking about it, I suddenly understood what Fang Xin meant.

"Fang Xin, do you have any information about the Yuan Dynasty?"

Seeing that the topic was on the right track, Fang Xin nodded with a smile, and handed the document to Liu Juntong.

"This is the relevant information of the Yuan Dynasty. I asked someone to find it. I didn't study it thoroughly before, so I haven't had a chance to give it to you."

The yellowed ancient books were packed in sealed plastic bags and handed over to Liu Juntong with trembling hands.

"And from these materials, I learned the basic history of the Yuan Dynasty. Do you want to hear me talk about it?"

Liu Juntong naturally couldn't ask for it.

Therefore, Fang Xin started talking about Temujin, and until the end of the talk, his saliva was dry, and he could barely talk about half of the history of the Yuan Dynasty.

The Mongolian people are brave and good at fighting horses. They are good at military strategy and willing to expand.

During the Yuan Dynasty, the territory continued to expand outward, and the Mongolian cavalry left their presence in Eurasia.

"These are roughly what I learned. The second half is the history of the dynasty's decline. As for the reasons and the lessons that should be learned from it, I haven't thought about it any further. I will leave it to you to explore."

It's not that Fang Xin doesn't know, it's just that he simply doesn't want to talk about it anymore.

His words are almost dry!

But this half and half of history alone is enough to make Liu Juntong crazy.

He looked up at Fang Xin with admiration on his face, carefully holding the plastic bag with one hand, and holding Fang Xin's hand reverently with the other.

"The Huaxia people are amazing to have you! In previous dynasties, you would definitely be called emperor! No matter how bad you are, you can still be the emperor's voice officer!"

This is a very high compliment.

However, Fang Xin did not accept it.

"Don't you, I don't have so many ambitions, I just happened to learn something, show it off, and make people laugh."

He's telling the truth.

With his little knowledge, Lan Xing in his previous life couldn't do it at all.

Just show off in this world of China's historical and cultural gaps!
In essence, he is still a salted fish

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However, Liu Juntong's remarks were tantamount to self-effacing, which made him tremble and encouraged.

Even the boss he thought was so humble, how could he be proud!
As expected of a boss!
"Mr. Fang, let us regain the cultural treasures of the Chinese nation. You are definitely a well-deserved hero. Please accept my worship!"

Fang Xin quickly grabbed Liu Juntong who was about to kowtow to him three times in public, and couldn't help but invite him up.

"If you do this again, I won't teach you!"

This is not conducive to punishment for Liu Juntong.

He stopped his red tape in time, and sat down in his seat obediently.

"Aside from handing over these things to you today, I have other things to discuss with you."

Fang Xin told Liu Juntong his idea of ​​launching a historical variety show and popular science variety show.

"I have already explained this matter to Minister Cao. The other party has no available contacts for the time being. I want to take it slowly, but now I have to ask you to borrow a student or two."

Fang Xin's tolerance limit in Liu Juntong's place is very low, and he can say anything.

"Say what you say, let alone one or two, students from the entire Department of History and Culture can give it to you!"

This is too exaggerated!

Fang Xin smiled awkwardly and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, explaining his purpose clearly.

"What I mean is, first invite two students to come over to familiarize themselves with the style of the variety show, and then I will tell them some historical knowledge. When the show really starts, I have to rely on them to control the show!"

"Can I recommend myself?"

As soon as the words fell, Professor Liu, who was over fifty years old, raised his hand.

Fang Xin was a little helpless.

"Only young people in their 20s are accepted, they can adapt to the intensity of variety shows, and there are also stalks, you should rest!"

These words pierced Professor Liu's heart severely.

After the two parted, Fang Xin went back to the rental house, drew the curtains and lit the lamp at night, and devoted himself to writing the script.

Every time a mainline mission is released, the plots required for the mainline mission will come to mind in the form of knowledge.

What Fang Xin can do is to write them all down.

It wasn't until midnight that Fang Xin stopped typing on the keyboard even though he couldn't suppress his drowsiness even after swallowing two cups of coffee.

He glanced around and was pleased with his efficiency.

However, at this moment, the heart suddenly hurt unexpectedly.

"Depend on!"

This one directly killed people.

Fang Xin's eyes went dark, and the coffee cup he was holding almost spilled on the computer before he had time to save it.

He managed to protect his work that he had worked so hard for most of the night, kneeling on the ground enduring the pain.

After half a day, he slowly stood up.

"System, am I about to burp?"

The system ignored him, but an attribute value panel automatically appeared.

Appearance value: 60. (With staying up late, it gradually fell to the passing line)

Writing: 80. (Barely stepping into the threshold of a qualified director and screenwriter, almost meaningless)
Eloquence: 70. (As I grow older, the words become more and more civilized)
Physical fitness: 15. (You don’t have to wait two years, you can burp anytime after a few more days)

Word of mouth: 75. (Barely ok, at least the public likes it mostly, and occasionally encounters black fans to make trouble)
Accustomed to the system's complaints, Fang Xin's research values ​​directly omit the contents of the parentheses.

The 15 in the column of physical fitness is marked in red, I'm afraid Fang Xin won't notice it.

Thinking of the test results from the previous two days, Fang sighed confidently.

Finished!

He can't spoil his body anymore!

If this goes on like this, before the movie is finished and the money is not earned, people will burp first!

"System, is there a way to improve these attribute values ​​by yourself?"

[Answer the host, every time the host completes a good deed to help others, the corresponding attribute can be obtained for bonus points]

[Note: Physical fitness can only be improved through medical or exercise means, system changes are invalid]

It is equivalent to blocking his back road!