Began to become popular after divorcing Tianhou wife

Chapter 437 Starting point god-making plan
"Mr. Zhang Mingyu, I need you to cover your eyes on the road ahead, sorry!"

The young man handed Zhang Mingyu a black cloth strip.

Zhang Mingyu took the cloth strips, covered his eyes, and tied them behind his head.

For the next section of the road, although Zhang Mingyu didn't know the route, he knew where it was going.

The journey was not short, and Zhang Mingyu felt bored, so he suggested: "My friend, can you play a song and listen to it, I'm a little bored."

"What song do you want to hear?"

""I Love You China"!"

"it is good."

The young man tuned out the song "I Love You China" to Zhang Mingyu, and said, "Mr. Zhang Mingyu, your song is very nice, and all my comrades in arms can sing it."

"Yes, as long as you like it."

Zhang Mingyu is very proud that the song can be loved by more people.

……

Zhang Mingyu felt the car stop.

"Mr. Zhang Mingyu, please follow me."

The young man helped Zhang Mingyu out of the car, and then stopped after turning left and right.

"Old man, the person has already arrived."

"Thank you, let's go out."

"Yes!"

In an instant, the surroundings became quiet.

A gentle voice sounded: "Little Zhang Mingyu, take off the blindfold."

Only then did Zhang Mingyu take off the strip of cloth.

In front of him, stood an old man. Although he was sixty years old, he was full of energy and spirit.

"Grandpa, hello!"

Zhang Mingyu bowed ninety degrees to the elder.

The elder helped Zhang Mingyu up, smiled kindly and said, "Zhang Mingyu, do you know why I'm looking for you?"

Zhang Mingyu shook his head: "I don't know."

"It's like this. The rehearsal for next year's Spring Festival Gala has already started. Wang Dabai has already found you. I listened to your song. It's very good."

After praising Zhang Mingyu, the old man said: "But it's not enough, I still need you to create a song that can reflect our Chinese spirit, and let the world know how powerful we yellow people are!"

"Old man, I understand!"

Zhang Mingyu nodded, understanding the meaning of Yuan Lao, but he still had concerns: "Yuan Lao, I already have a song, do I want to replace that one?"

"No! I'm adding another song for you!"

"..."

"As you can imagine, you perform two shows and sing two songs by yourself."

One person appeared in two programs, with a total duration of nearly 10 minutes, which is unique in the history of the Spring Festival Gala!
It's not uncommon for a skit to be 10 minutes long, but the problem is that Zhang Mingyu's singing and dancing programs have strict time control.

In the Spring Festival Gala, if there is not enough time, the singing and dancing programs have to give way to the language programs. After all, compared with the songs that are not as good as every year, the people love to hear or see sketches.

"Don't worry, I'll send someone to tell Wang Dabai, you just need to concentrate on creating songs."

"I understand, I will definitely not disappoint your expectations, elder!"

"Good boy, come on, let's talk about something else."

……

Zhang Mingyu chatted with the elder for an entire hour, and no one knew what they were talking about, but when Zhang Mingyu left, a red string was hung around his neck, and a small jade tablet was hung on the red string.

After being sent back to the hotel, the little white rabbit asked about it, but Zhang Mingyu didn't mention a word. The little white rabbit was very sensible, so he didn't continue to ask.

"Xiaotu, I won't be able to return to Rongcheng for the next two days. We'll stay here for a few more days, and we may have to wrong you."

"Brother Yu, what did you say? I'm already very happy to be by Brother Yu's side. I don't feel wronged."

"Little rabbit, thank you."

"Brother Yu, what's wrong with you? Is it weird?"

"I am fine."

Zhang Mingyu felt a lot of pressure.

"The younger generation respects you."

These words kept ringing in Zhang Mingyu's mind.

This sentence is like a big mountain. If it was placed in the past, Zhang Mingyu might be overwhelmed, but now he feels that he can lift it, but he can't move it yet, and it will take time.

……

It took a day for Zhang Mingyu to adjust his state.

After adjusting his condition, Zhang Mingyu turned on his laptop and logged in to the Qidian Chinese website.

Zhang Mingyu is not going to read a book, but to write a book.

Going to the homepage, Zhang Mingyu found that the headline displayed six characters—Starting God Project.

Nowadays, there are too many big names on the website, and newcomers need a chance to rise up, so they launched a "God-making Project", planning to create one or more great writers to make up for the lack of acceptance.

As long as a new book is released, there will be support, so Zhang Mingyu thinks this is a good opportunity, so he started to register an account without thinking about it, and then started to prepare.

……

Magic City.

Starting Headquarters.

More than a dozen high-level people gathered in the conference room, each with a serious expression.

Director Wang glanced at each of the managers, and said in a deep voice: "Nowadays there are countless free novel software, the market has been seized, and the paid reading has always been a big cake. Although there are not many paying people, the competition is also small. Our achievements in the past are obvious to all, but recently a website came out to snatch our paid market, and the growth rate is very fast. In order to deal with it, we launched the "God-making Project", which is to train a group of great gods to snipe them. They nip it in the bud."

After Director Wang finished speaking, his eyes swept over everyone's face again, and he said seriously: "This time you have ten groups, each group has a quota, which group will cultivate the master first, and which group will have the best master, They will all enter the performance appraisal, and when this activity is over, the worst group-disband!"

This is a common trick of capital - a sense of crisis.

Hearing Director Wang's words, some people who didn't care at first became serious in an instant, and they were all serious.

After finally getting into the management team, if the group is disbanded, then they will no longer be the management team, and their salary will be reduced several times, which is really unbearable for them.

"Okay, that's all for now, let's get ready, time is running out."

After speaking, Director Wang opened the door and walked out.

The editors of the three groups quickly used WeChat to send messages to their editors in charge, asking them to increase the number of contracts signed and adopt the "big wave gold rush" plan.

The so-called "big wave gold rush" is a solution, after all, no one knows which author's book will be popular, so it takes time to verify, and what they lack most now is time.

……

office.

After receiving the message, the editor in charge of "Wu Shu" looked melancholy. He had just finished replying to the authors who submitted the manuscripts in the mailbox - without exception, they were all unqualified.

The difficulty of submitting manuscripts will increase a lot, so the editorial review will also increase the difficulty, and strive to be better.

"Yeah, it looks like I'm going to work overtime again today."

Wushu had no choice but to continue washing the sand in the sea of ​​books.

　The title of the previous chapter was blocked, and I don’t have permission to modify it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)