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Yanjing.

Fengxing Studio, two figures were vaguely sitting in the office.

Although it was the first day of the Chinese New Year, Zhuo Wei and Zhang Quan, who did not go home for the New Year, still came to the office as usual.

Zhuo Wei did not choose to rest, but sat in the office chair and read the email.

With the development of the studio, he did not have to step on many market conditions by himself, and even some of the information of the revelations did not cost him money.

After all, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. People in the entertainment industry often know their competitors very well, but Zhuo Wei is the one who reviews the materials.

It was just the revelations in front of him that made Zhuo Wei's eyes slightly condensed.

This revelation did not specify the cost, not only that, but there were also attachments, which meant that this was a free revelation.

Zhuo Wei downloaded the attachment with some curiosity, which was a video, which made Zhuo Wei curious and opened it.

I saw stars in the dark sky, and what surprised Zhuo Wei was that these stars seemed to be moving.

Because of the distance, Zhuo Wei's eyes narrowed slightly, and these stars turned into mountains and rivers in the dark night.

Even, in the end, they turned into a golden dragon, shining brightly in the dark sky.

"The picture of the dragon rising from the abyss..."

For some reason, Zhuo Wei only had one way to describe what he saw in front of him, the flying dragon, which made his eyes become obsessed.

The result of the sharp contrast with the night, the level of the picture is stronger

After the obsession, Zhuo Wei didn't smile too much, because there was another sentence in the email.

"It was taken over Qinggang last night. I don't want to pay for the news. I just hope that more Chinese people can see it."

Zhuo Wei looked at the line of text in the mailbox, and his face showed a strong helplessness.

Qinggang.

Is that a place he can reach?

The last time Zhang Quan came back, Zhuo Wei was scared to death. If this picture of the dragon rising from the abyss was taken in Qinggang, wouldn't he be researching secret weapons?

If it was really a secret weapon, after he exposed it, the mysterious department came to investigate.

Well, this person is a habitual offender. He was caught for secretly taking photos in Yucheng and was arrested for sending people to Qinggang.

If they came to ask him this time, Zhuo Wei felt that he could not explain it clearly.

Now Zhuo Wei is helpless. He is obviously an entertainment news studio, but in the eyes of many people, he is doing serious news. Many news media waved money to outsource.

Not only did the news media find him, some serious news was really sent to his email.

Zhuo Wei had no choice but to become a middleman, collecting news materials for 200 yuan per copy and making 800 yuan by reselling them.

The news media did not worry about him giving fake news at all. Zhuo Wei never knew that money was so easy to make before.

Faced with such a situation, Zhuo Wei decided to change for his ideal.

Not long ago, he used the scandal of a big director to tell the world that he was still the entertainment reporter.

As the news broke, celebrities in the entertainment industry were clamoring for the return of the big devil, which made Zhuo Wei feel very happy. Entertainment reporters and paparazzi were his business.

But this sense of pleasure was destroyed after receiving the email in front of him.

To be honest, he really wanted to reply to the other party. His side was an entertainment studio, not a serious news.

But in the end, Zhuo Wei still didn't say it. After all, it was too easy to be a middleman. He didn't do anything, but just made a lot of money by reselling.

At this time, a surprised voice interrupted Zhuo Wei's thoughts.

"Auspicious signs from heaven, the hidden dragon ascends to heaven, and the blessings are thousands of miles away. When did Brother Zhuo collect this news?" As a small leader of Fengxing Studio, Zhang Quan would appear in Zhuo Wei's office when there was nothing to do.

To be honest, he still preferred the hard days of "depending on each other" with Zhuo Wei before.

Although the previous days were hard, every day was exciting, but now, he has a few minions under him, and many things don't have to be done by himself.

Zhang Quan felt his body was hollowed out. He was already thinking that the Spring Festival was over and he was ready to secretly take some photos of celebrities.

"Don't walk so quietly. What if I'm watching a romantic action movie? How embarrassing." Zhuo Wei said unhappily.

"Brother Zhuo, when I entered the industry, you said that you must not lose your ideals and always keep the paparazzi shooting state." Zhang Quan replied, leaning closer, his eyes focused on the computer screen.

The totem of China broke through the darkness.

Zhang Quan was stunned, but his eyes were slightly stunned in an instant.

"Is this Qinggang?" Zhang Quan's eyes moved slightly, looking at the vague outline, the outline was very small and unclear, which made him feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"No." Zhuo Wei shook his head, his face was normal, but then he paused the screen, turned to look at Zhang Quan, and said seriously:"Do you think this is a mirage? Or is it real?"

Zhuo Wei asked, his tone full of seriousness.

The location is sensitive. Although news like this looks very exciting, Zhuo Wei has deeper considerations.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, flying with a sword is not allowed, and monsters are not allowed to become spirits.

Under the blurry lens, Zhuo Wei couldn't figure out how to achieve such an effect.

Because it doesn't look like a special effect, because there is a voice-over in the recorded picture.

'The dragon appears, the dragon emerges from the abyss...'

'That's the sky above the aircraft carrier' and so on.

Of course, there are endless national quintessences such as 'Wow'.

As an entertainment reporter, whether the sound matches the picture is the most basic judgment.

The most important thing is that the blurry spots in the video are too real. How much work is needed to make it like this, so Zhuo Wei's first judgment does not feel like a special effect.

It's just the scene in the picture that makes Zhuo Wei puzzled. How to explain it in the video?

"Mirage? Not really. I feel like it's a show." Zhang Quan said bluntly, his eyes full of unsatisfied thoughts. He passed Zhuo Wei's hand, tapped the space bar, and watched it again.

But even if it was the second time, he still watched it with relish.

The mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the golden dragon is flying.

Regardless of whether the background in the picture is Qinggang, Zhang Quan now feels like he is standing in Qinggang again. The full emotion that arises spontaneously in his heart fills his heart.

"Do you feel like it's a show?" Zhuo Wei's eyes lit up slightly, and he asked hurriedly.

"Yes, but it's a pity that this show didn't appear on the Spring Festival Gala." Zhang Quan looked at it seriously and said.

Zhuo Wei's eyes flashed slightly when he heard the words, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes. After hesitation, he also made a decision.

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For many people, the Spring Festival in China is a rare leisure time.

The Spring Festival Gala passed, and the first day of the new year came.

Farewell to the old year in the sound of firecrackers in the early morning, only to be the next morning.

Many people rubbed their eyes and looked at the morning news of a main station in disbelief, their eyes were full of disbelief.

Qiancheng, industrial zone, a not-so-small factory.

Zhang Yuanlai sat in front of the TV in a forward-looking manner, with annoyance in his eyes.

"Qinggang seems to have a novel show: Qianlong out of the abyss, I hope that China's aircraft carrier will develop smoothly."

The voice from the TV flowed out, making Zhang Yuanlai stare at the news in front of him blankly, and slapped his head in annoyance.

"Why do I feel sorry for that useless son."

Zhang Yuanlai was very annoyed. As the deputy general manager of Bojia Paint Factory, he should share the hardships with the boss and accompany the boss and the boss's son in Qinggang for the New Year.

Instead of considering the loneliness of his useless son, he returned to Qiancheng to spend this Spring Festival.

If he hadn't come back to spend this Spring Festival, wouldn't he have seen the show with his own eyes, and had new things to talk about with his grandfather downstairs.

‘Grandpa, I tell you, the aircraft carrier turned into a golden dragon, as the saying goes, a latent dragon emerges from the abyss, bringing blessings to thousands of miles.’

But now, because of his useless son, there is no more to talk about.

Zhang Yuanlai was full of regret, and at this time, a young man stepped into the office, accompanied by a sincere voice:

“Dad, I am going to return to Yanjing to start a business the day after tomorrow, you must take good care of yourself in Yucheng.”

Zhang Zhicheng’s tone was full of reluctance, and his eyes were even a little red, expressing his reluctance to part with his old father.

Originally, Zhang Yuanlai felt a little better because he had less to talk about with his grandfather, and seeing his son’s reluctant look.

Waste is waste, at least his son is still filial.

“Okay, I’ll see you off then.” Zhang Yuanlai glanced at his son, waved his hand and spoke in a deep voice, turned his head to look at the news, and he was not so uncomfortable.

Zhang Yuanlai watched the news for a while, and then he accidentally found that Zhang Zhicheng had not left. He also said softly:

"Go and have a rest. You don't have to stay with me here."

"Dad, as the saying goes, a son travels far, and the father supports him."

"Speak human language." Zhang Yuanlai glared.

"I have no money for music, give me some money."

Zhang Zhicheng said weakly.

Zhang Yuanlai, who was sitting in front of the computer, blinked, and Zhang Zhicheng, who was standing respectfully, also blinked to show his sincerity.

Zhang Yuanlai blinked again, and Zhang Zhicheng blinked again, which was considered to be a response.

Zhang Yuanlai reached out to touch his waist, and Zhang Zhicheng followed suit and touched his waist.

But suddenly, Zhang Zhicheng's face changed drastically: "Dad, let's talk it over, don't pull the belt..."

A second later, a dull roar came from the office.

"Stop right there, you piece of shit! I'm gonna beat you to death!"Son..."

"You can't defend the country! You can't contribute to the country!"

"Why did I give birth to such a useless person like you!"

Zhang Yuanlai's dull voice, low roar, accompanied by a figure rushing out of the office.

A low voice came out.

"Don't run."

"It's strange if you don't run, Dad, I'm leaving today, you hurry up and get married and have another child."

"Get out, you son of a bitch, a maximum of 20,000 a month will be put into your card, no more, you're a useless person, you don't have a career, you can't make me proud, you don't have a partner, I can't hold my grandchildren, what's the use of you? ?"

"......." Zhang Zhicheng stretched his head and replied at the corner of the stairs.

Swallowed the words in his stomach, because he had nothing to say.

"Also, your brother will never be as useless as you. "Zhang Yuanlai cursed angrily.

Zhang Zhicheng saw this and went downstairs without hesitation.

It was impossible to stay in this house. If my younger brother was not born, the pressure would be too great.

This day was the first day of the new year.

Zhang Zhicheng looked a little lonely, holding the steering wheel, and the road ahead was to leave Qiancheng.

Outside the car was a bone-piercing cold wind.

Inside the car, the mobile phone vibrated and Zhang Zhicheng looked down at the text message.

Fifty thousand yuan arrived.

"I am a waste." Zhang Zhicheng held the steering wheel with one hand and naturally rested his other hand on the middle armrest.

Silently bearing the name of waste, he started the car and headed north.

"Record songs, I must make a name for myself."

"When I come back, you can see how much I look like before. "

Zhang Zhicheng's face showed pride, his eyes were deep and far-reaching.

.......

....

Yanjing, the first day of the Chinese New Year, a compound.

A middle-aged man under fifty years old appeared in a family building in a compound with gifts.

"Brother Zhang, this job can't be done."

"You made such news during the Spring Festival."

"The picture of the dragon emerging from the abyss, how big is the impact, it's only been one morning, all my previous work has been in vain. ”

The face of the middle-aged man under fifty was full of helplessness and endless bitterness.

"Xiao Zhang, your work is obvious to all. We did not expect such a situation to occur..." Zhang Weiguo said on the first day of the new year, seeing Zhang Zhong, who was ten years younger than him, coming to his house. He knew he was in the wrong and said.

Who would have thought that a light show would be so shocking.

What was even more unexpected was that this light show was not on the ground, but directly in the air.

Some nearby residents leaked the photos.

In just one short morning, it has successfully replaced the crop circle and become one of the top ten unsolved mysteries: A picture of a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss.

With the sky as the background, the painting depicts the magnificent mountains and rivers, the continuous flow of water, and the flying dragon. It was known that it was not good at the time, but the impact was a bit beyond imagination.

The residents near Qinggang had been background checked and trained, but this was a spectacle that could not be controlled and spread.

"We recognize your work. Look, the production line of the opponent is being dismantled..."

"It's just that this situation is really beyond our expectations. We only know that it is a light show. Who would have thought..."

Zhang Weiguo's tone was a little helpless. Who would have thought that a light show would be so shocking.

"So this is really a show?" Zhang Zhong's originally bitter face, as if changing his face, the topic also changed.

"Yes."

"Which company did the show?"

"It's not the company, it's the scientific researchers in the project. Don't ask for details, just tell me what you think. "Zhang Weiguo stopped a topic.

Speaking of business, Zhang Zhong's face became serious.

"Since it is a performance, it's easy to say. Just go on tour. Today in Yanjing, tomorrow in Jinshi, one city after another, and it has to be fast." Zhang Zhong pondered for a moment and spoke.

He would naturally not be vague about business.

"Okay, I'll let Kong Jinbao contact you about this matter."

Zhang Weiguo nodded, which was considered to stop such a topic.

After handling one thing, Zhang Zhong hesitated for a moment and asked curiously:

"Brother Zhang, tell me about the current progress of the aircraft carrier so that I can have a bottom line."

"You are curious, right? "Zhang Weiguo glanced at his brother.

He was the one he personally sent out of the barracks and trained. Although he was not in the system, he was just assigned to a more "important" position.

Zhang Weiguo thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "The carrier-based aircraft test is about to begin. If the test goes well, the aircraft carrier will quickly form combat effectiveness in cooperation with other frigates, but..."

ThisAs soon as the words came out, Zhang Zhong's eyes revealed a strong burning, but after listening to half of the words, he immediately asked anxiously:

"But what?"

"It shouldn't be so soon that the aircraft carrier will leave the port for navigation tests. The plan is to wait for the completion of the Z-10 modification. You just need to know it in your mind and do your current job well." Zhang Weiguo pondered for a moment and said it cryptically and quickly.

Zhang Zhong's expression was lifted, and there was a smile on his face, but more of it was absent-minded.

Then, after sitting for a while and chatting, Zhang Zhong left.

But when he left, Zhang Zhong felt like he was in a dream.

The aircraft carrier is waiting for the Z-10 modification.

Z-10 modification... fifth-generation aircraft?

This news was really exciting for him.

But for Zhang Zhong, this news made him happier than the Spring Festival. He had been waiting for this day for many years, and now when it was really about to appear, he felt that everything was so dreamy and unreal.

"We have to provide a good cover."

Zhang Zhong stepped away, his eyes showing an unprecedented firmness.

His former colleague was shining in his post, and he also had his own place to stay.

Zhang Zhong walked out of the family building and took out his phone.

"I will come to the main station tomorrow, and we will do another program."

"The core of the program: It is because the research is too difficult that we have the idea."

"Well, I have the script in mind, and I will record it tomorrow."