Reporter Guan's internet celebrity

Bian Xing hurriedly bought the earliest ticket of the day and went back. When Guan Ming sent him to the station, he felt so guilty: "I haven't helped you yet, I just caused you trouble. When the matter on my side is settled, I will help you." Come find you again."

Guan Ming stretched out his hand and knocked on his forehead: "Just come and play with me, don't be foolish, whether I have a job, whether I can find a job, that's all my own business, don't worry about it."

Bian Xing rubbed his forehead, not sure if he listened or not.

Guan Ming asked, "What's the specific situation with the troupe?"

Bian Xing became depressed: "Lack of money, business is mediocre, wages are not high, some people don't want to do it anymore, and want to go out to work or change jobs to other theater troupes. Master is a little sad and wants to disband the theater troupe."

Guan Ming: "Traditional art is really difficult to develop now. Is your master the owner of the troupe?"

Bian Xing nodded: "He is very powerful, he understands everything, he is a cultural person, but he said that he is not suitable to be a boss, his management is not good, and many development opportunities have been taken away by other theater troupes. Staying in the local area, performing in tourist attractions every day, not many people watch."

"The county town over there is really not a popular tourist spot, and young people don't like to see these old arts now." Guan Ming tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, "But there is no way to maintain it, you are now There is still some popularity on the Internet, have you ever thought about using this popularity to bring some popularity to the troupe?"

Bian Xing: "I don't know much about those things. Some brothers and sisters in the troupe mentioned to Master that they want me to be an Internet celebrity to promote shadow puppetry. Master refused. He told me to study hard and avoid getting involved in those things."

Guan Ming agreed: "If you don't have the ability to operate, your master's decision is for your own good, but it seems that he won't want your 100 million. Even if he does, it will be a drop in the bucket, and it won't solve the fundamental problem."

Bian Xing lowered his head and picked his fingers: "I know, I just don't want the troupe to disband. My master has devoted all his life to shadow puppetry. He is never married and has no children. Now he raises me as his son. I don't want to see him sad."

Guan Ming looked at him: "Do you like shadow puppetry?"

Bian Xing nodded, his eyes lit up: "I like it! I think shadow puppets are very interesting. You can make up stories, add music, and design shapes, just like making a movie."

Guan Ming joked: "Then do you like making movies? I have some connections, so I can put you in the crew as a supporting role."

Bian Xing thought for a while: "Forget it, you have to listen to other people's directions when making a movie. I prefer to direct shadow puppets."

Guan Ming laughed: "Then how do you feel when you direct them?"

"It depends on what kind of drama is being played." Bian Xing said, "If it's a war drama, I feel like a general. They are my soldiers. I command them to go east, and they go east. I let them do somersaults." , they turned somersaults, and when I told them to retreat, they retreated."

Speaking of shadow puppetry, Bian Xing seemed to be glowing all over. If he hadn't been in a hurry, Guan Ming would have stopped to admire him slowly.

Bian Xing opened up the chatterbox, and it was rare for him to talk endlessly. After listening to it all the way, Guan Ming really felt his love for shadow puppetry, and he felt a little envious in his heart.

This kind of pure emotion and pursuit, as a social animal, I will not have.

He stopped the car: "The station is here."

Sidestar unbuckled his seat belt.

Guan Ming looked at him with a smile, stretched out his hand and stroked his hair a few times: "Report me safe when you arrive, and I will help you find a solution for the troupe."

Bian Xing shook his head with guilt on his face: "I can't trouble you anymore."

Guan Ming said: "It may not be possible to help, you should get in quickly, the time is almost up."

Bian Xing looked at him, a little bit reluctantly: "Then I'm leaving, bye."

Guan Ming waved his hand, watched his figure disappear into the crowd, felt empty in his heart, couldn't help sighing.

After returning home, Guan Ming was in a low mood for several days. Even though the TV station notified him to go for an interview, and even after the interview was successful and he got an offer, it didn't make him happy.

Zhao Wen looked at Guan Ming, who was lying on the recliner, wearing earphones, with "mourning" written all over his body, scratched his head and asked Zhou Lin: "Brother Bian, what happened to you recently? It seems that you are not in a good mood..."

Zhou Lin shook his head: "I also think it's strange. If I get three offers in a row, I'd be overjoyed."

Zhao Wen pondered and said: "Brother Guan's level, getting three offers is a basic exercise, there is really nothing to be excited about, but he was unlucky before, but now he is lucky, and none of the three offers is yellow, isn't that something to be happy about? "

Zhou Lin rubbed his chin: "According to my intuition as a love expert, Brother Guan may have encountered relationship problems, such as falling out of love."

Zhao Wen: "..."

In the end, the two decided to express their concerns, and they met and walked over.

Zhao Wen: "Brother Guan, why are you still listening to music here? Have you decided where to go?"

Guan Ming took off his earphones and opened his eyelids: "Not even going."

Zhao Wen and Zhou Lin: "!!!"

Zhou Lin became nervous: "Why didn't you go? What's the situation? It's yellow again? Didn't you transfer luck?"

Guan Ming smiled: "It's a transfer, so I decided to go to the fourth one, H Satellite TV."

Zhao Wen and Zhou Lin: "!!!"

Guan Ming added: "Create a new column just for me, prime time, and bring you along."

Zhao Wen and Zhou Lin: "Damn it! Is it true?!"

Both of them were dumbfounded. Guan Ming took out the photo of the agreement in his mobile phone. After seeing it, they felt dizzy with happiness and suspected that they were dreaming.

Zhao Wen bluffed and said: "You recommended us so soon? Too soon? What about our self-media? We agreed to start a business first, and now we have to go to work? I also raised a wave yesterday. What about Fan, are you going to give up now?"

Zhou Lin kicked him with a smile: "You don't feel ashamed in Versailles in front of Brother Guan, go, go and prepare your resume!"

The two entered the room excitedly, Guan Ming put on the earphones again, thought for a while, then found Bian Xing's WeChat, and made a video call.

The other end was quickly connected, and Bian Xing's vibrant face appeared on the screen. He seemed to have just washed his hair, and his hair was still dripping water slowly in front of the camera. Guan Ming's heart suddenly tightened when he saw it, and he almost kissed him abnormally. .

Bian Xing smiled brightly: "Guan Ming! I was about to call you, and you came here."

Guan Ming blocked the screen with his hands, and finally recovered. He cleared his throat and tried to make his voice as normal as possible: "Really? Why are you so happy today? Something good happened?"

"Yes, our troupe is saved!" Bian Xing's joyful and excited voice was sent into Guan Ming's ears through the earphones, "Master found a friend and met a director who made a documentary. The director was doing a cultural program recently and said he would come to shoot it. A shadow puppet show, after filming is finished and released, the audience of our troupe will increase."

Guan Ming was affected by his emotions, and also became happy: "Then you will be very busy recently, right?"

Bian Xing: "Fortunately, I will be busy for a while."

Bian Xing called Guan Ming when he just returned. At that time, he was like an eggplant beaten by Shuang. He said that the master didn't want to use his money, but he didn't want the troupe to disband. The salary was barely maintained. Fortunately, things have turned around now, and Bian Xing's mood has risen again.

Guan Ming chatted with him for a while, and before the end, he asked for the director's name, searched the Internet, and his heart was relieved.

This director specializes in making documentaries. Although he can't be called a big director, he does have a certain popularity. The previous programs he made have received good responses. However, this kind of documentary has a limited audience and will not have much influence. The troupe has been busy for a while, but it is still uncertain how it will develop in the future.

Guan Ming was worrying remotely when Bian Xing's phone call came in again. He pressed the answer button, and Bian Xing asked embarrassingly: "You called me just now, what did you want to say? I'm sorry, I'm too excited , just focus on talking about your own business."

Guan Ming laughed: "It's nothing, I just want to tell you that I have found a new job."

Bian Xing was excited: "Really?"

Guan Ming nodded.

Bian Xing: "Then I'll go find you when I'm done!"

Guan Ming's mood brightened in an instant: "Really? You came to see me because I was unemployed. Now that I have found a job, why did you come here?"

Bian Xing: "I still want to see you get promoted and raise your salary!"

Guan Ming: "...?"

Can you say something else?For example, we are friends, can't I come to see you, or I just miss you, why do I need a reason... What the hell are you giving me a "promotion and salary increase"? ? ?

Bian Xing couldn't understand his depression at all: "You are so good, you will definitely get a promotion and a salary increase!"

Guan Mingsheng has nothing to love: "Yes, you are right."

Bian Xing: "Then when do you go to work?"

Guan Ming: "Tomorrow."

Bian Xing: "Oh, I wish you a happy day at work tomorrow!"

Guan Ming: "..."

Zhao Wen walked over and was startled when he saw his expression of "giving up worldly desires": "...Guan Ge?"

Guan Ming cast a faint look at him: "Are you happy at work?"

Zhao Wen blinked inexplicably: "No."

Guan Ming: "That's right, what's so fun about going to work?"

Zhao Wen scratched his head: "...?"

That night, the three social animals sat around the yard for dinner, having a heated discussion about "what's so fun about going to work", they stopped suddenly while talking, and looked up at the sky together.

Zhao Wen looked at the gradually blurred lights under the eaves: "What's the situation? It's foggy at night?"

Zhou Lin put down his chopsticks and swallowed: "Do you think this scene seems familiar?"

Guan Ming was also a little surprised, he looked around, and in just a few seconds, the courtyard wall became hazy, and they couldn't see the people sitting at the same table clearly just by talking.

Zhao Wen was almost scared to pee: "Guan Ge, Guan Ge, where are you..."

"I'm here." Guan Ming said and grabbed his arm.

Zhao Wen shook his hand away: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Guan Ming: "..."

Zhou Lin supported the table and stood up: "Hurry up and get in the house!"

Guan Ming sighed quietly: "I don't know who will go in first."

Zhou Lin seemed to have been poured a bucket of ice water, and it was cold from the top of his head to the soles of his feet in an instant: "Who, who, who will go in first?"

Guan Ming was afraid of scaring them out of trouble, so he stopped them in time: "Okay, okay, don't scare yourself, didn't there be nothing wrong on the mountain before?"

The two were awakened by his words, and gradually calmed down: "That's right."

Guan Ming didn't speak any more, he ate a few mouthfuls of food with his head down, very calm.

Not long after, the fog slowly became thinner, and finally dispersed completely. The yard remained unchanged, except for the two bowls that Zhao Wen knocked over in panic.

Zhao Wen patted his chest, and was about to say something to comfort himself, when suddenly there was a "boom" at the door, which made him fall off the stool in fright.

Immediately afterwards, there was another sound at the door, it sounded like someone was knocking on the door.

Zhou Lin turned around and shouted, "Who is it?"

There was no response from outside.

Zhou Lin: "Who?

Still no response.

Zhao Wen hid behind Guan Ming, crying: "Brother Guan, we are going to work in the urban area, why don't we move to the urban area?"

Guan Ming got up and walked to the door, opened the gate of the yard, and the calm look on his face slowly cracked.

The person who knocked on the door was not a person, and of course it was not a ghost. It was the cow that ran away before.

The cow looked at him: "Moo—"

Guan Ming: "..."

The cow took a step forward, lowered its head and gently pushed against his stomach with its horns.

The author has something to say: Xing Xing: I said to come to see you, so I will come to see you. I will keep my word, right?

Guan Ming: ...