Collecting China: I live broadcast history and talk about ancient and modern times

In the conference room, several bigwigs in the self-media industry were silent.

Zhang Mingyu drank water frantically, and kept giving orders into his ears.

Pay attention to the dynamics of the live broadcast room, every move.

At this time, because of this picture, the comments suddenly increased several times, and the data channel showed signs of collapse.

"This little one... It's just too bold!!" Su Yunhang's heart was turbulent.

Wu Xuan is in his early forties, the grace on his face has not been corroded by the years, and the extremely light crow's feet have drawn a subtle charm on this face.

She clenched her hands slightly and said, "Since Xiao Xian has designed this link, he is naturally sure to deal with the consequences of this link, and you don't have to worry too much!"

Zhang Mingyu felt that his body was hollowed out, and he wiped his sweat all night.

He took the water handed over by the assistant, drank it in a few sips, glanced at the data in the live broadcast room, and looked serious.

"The number of comments has surged instantly, and the number of people online at the same time is still growing steadily, the company's data channels can now let go of everything, I suggest opening one more backup channel, ready to connect at any time

!" "Yes, you can do it!" Su

Yunhang has now completely let go, and this night, the entire Tianhua Entertainment Company has gone crazy.

Because Xiao Xian's live broadcast exceeded everyone's expectations, everything they prepared in advance was simply not enough.

Zhang Mingyu nodded, and kept giving orders one after another to the control microphone.

Tianhua at night is even busier, more nervous, and more restless at this time! The

live broadcast is not over, and the crisis still exists!

To say that the most pressure in my heart is still Su Yunhang, and the live broadcast is coordinated by him, although he did not participate in the front-line control, but his role cannot be ignored.

Without him to carry the Ding, Tianhua is already a group of stragglers at the moment, and it is precisely because of him that this group of people dares to do it without hesitation.

In the live broadcast screen, Emperor Kangxi stared at the person lying on the table motionlessly.

He is the emperor, and he can feel the imperial aura of an era that is completely different from him in the other party!

Suddenly, the person in the picture seems to feel something, and he looks up at the window of his era.

This portrayal is divided in two.

Ancient and modern times collided, and they seemed to look at each other from afar, but they seemed to be unable to see each other at all.

In the long river full of years of words, there are two familiar thoughts, close to each other, and acquaintances pass by.

Behind Emperor Kangxi is a majestic and heavy palace wall, and behind the palace wall is the people of the world, and the picture is covered with a light gray.

Behind that one is a new era full of color, and the sails of hope rise from the sea.

The stunning visual experience is frozen in a time and space but with the same significance.

At

this time, the number of comments skyrocketed again, directly tripling.

"Let's ask this picture, what movie has the courage to shoot it?"

"Tears again, the replacement of the old and new eras, it turns out that there were so many great people for our new Shenzhou, carrying the weight forward!"

"Thanksgiving was born in China

!" "Writing the ancient prologue in light gray, outlining the modern elegance in color, how did Xiao Xian's brain come up with this special effect of the opposition between ancient and modern, echoing from beginning to end, my scalp exploded!".

"The years of an era will eventually dry up, and a new set sail can ride the wind and waves, if the Father of the Nation and Emperor Kangxi can talk, what will they say, I really can't imagine that picture!!"

returned to the live broadcast.

Emperor Kangxi looked at the people on the table and asked softly, "Who is he?" "

A gentleman who ended the suffering of the people of the world, and he led the people to take the first step towards prosperity in the future." "

Why didn't he comb his braids

?" "............"

"Why didn't you answer me?"

At this moment, it was quiet inside and outside the live broadcast room.

Xiao Xian finally waited for this question, how did he answer? Xiao Xian

pondered for a long time, and finally exhaled deeply, and his body gradually straightened.

He responded in the same light tone: "Your Majesty, the younger generations

of the future, there is still a question?" "Say!" "

Is the dynasty important, or is the people important?"

Emperor Kangxi's eyes seemed to be old in an instant, this old man was wise all his life, Xiao Xian's question, how could he not guess the result?

Before Xiao Xian told him that the Qing Dynasty was dead, he still had a glimmer of hope, but at this moment, seeing the modern elegance, that era was unfamiliar.

The taste of the Qing Dynasty no longer exists.

But only for a moment, the decadent aura on this old man's body was swept away.

He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed!

Inside and outside the live broadcast room, there was a lot of confusion.

"Emperor Kangxi... What's wrong

?" "With all due respect, I really can't figure out why Emperor Kangxi was able to laugh so freely after learning that the Qing Dynasty was really dead? What kind of big move did Brother Xian hold back?"

"I don't know, my heart is going to jump out anyway..."