First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 10 Strive for better program promotion

  After hearing Li An reciting "Bamboo and Stone", Zhang Jingya's thin body seemed a little stiff.

  Her eyes widened due to excessive surprise.

  Her heart is also difficult to calm down.

   "Although this is just a seven-character quatrain, which is two paragraphs less than the previous Jinse, 28 characters, but the meaning it expresses is not bad at all."

   "The most basic flat rhythm, this poem is perfect. And its meaning is easy to understand, but after listening to it, it is very amazing."

   "Thousands of hard work are still strong, let the wind from east to west, north and south!"

   "This paragraph of fourteen characters is simple and clear, but after listening to it, people's heart is surging like a wave, surging, and even exhausted!"

   "Its rhetoric is not beautiful, a bit inferior to Jinse, but it fully expresses the emotions it should have."

   "If it is promoted, this is definitely a poem that can be passed down through the ages!"

  This is Zhang Jingya’s evaluation of this poem in her heart.

  Zhang Jingya is a researcher of poetry, so she can understand the meaning of this poem in the shortest time.

   Tensions are still strong, letting the wind from east to west.

   means that no matter how you refuse, I still insist on my own choice. Like those bamboos, no matter how the east, west, north and south wind strikes, I still stand firm.

  This poem not only confirms Li Ang’s supreme talent and level, but also expresses his firm ideas and willingness to the previous plans.

After chanting "Bamboo and Stone", Ang Lee returned to the chair in the living room again, poured a glass of water and took a sip: ""Jinse" is just the beginning, and the reputation of the program will not collapse, because there will be more Better poems appear. What do you think?"

  Zhang Jingya was shocked.

   There is nothing wrong with what Li An said.

  Li Ang just looked at the rockery and bamboo from the balcony, and then casually made poems of the level of "Bamboo and Rock".

  The entire poem conference, even if "Jinse" is thrown out at the beginning, there is no need to fear the collapse of word-of-mouth.

  As Li An said.

  With him, it is impossible to collapse.

  Zhang Jingya took a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm: "According to you, "Jinse" is just the beginning!"

  Zhang Jingya's whole body is floating, she feels like her two legs are stepping in the clouds.

  She had this feeling before. It was the first phase of the Poetry Conference three years ago, and finally got the top five ratings in the country. When everyone saw her on the TV station, they called her sister Zhang.

  Although everything is still difficult now, Zhang Jingya has seen the light.

  The light emitted from this young man with an inch head can illuminate the road ahead of her!

  ...

After Zhang Jingya left, Ang Li lay on the sofa and asked the system: "The first three phases of this poem conference are poems and selected poems. Although I have a high degree of poetry, and the poetry on the other side of the earth is almost omnipresent. But there are still many things I don’t understand about the poems on Blue Star’s side."

   "System, I want to learn, learn the poems from Blue Star."

  The system made a gentle female voice: "The host has insufficient points to learn."

  "I have one and a half years to live, and I exchange one year of life for one year of study time."

  "This is very risky. The system does not recommend the host to choose this way. Is the host sure?"

   "OK and affirmative." Ang Lee replied.

  "Dip, the host exchanges one year of life for one year of study time, the current life span is only half a year, please take care of yourself."

  Behind the sound of the system, An Li's eyes changed and he appeared in a sealed cabin.

  The house is only ten square meters in size, but it is full of dense books on all sides.

   Immediately afterwards, an old man with a long beard appeared in front of Li An, holding a ruler in his hand.

   "I am your teacher, and then I will supervise you to study and recite these poems for a period of one year."

  “Implement a twelve-hour study plan every day, and you can rest or go out for ventilation for the remaining twelve hours.”

  "If you do not want to implement the study plan, you can apply to the system, and the study plan will be cancelled, but the points consumed will not be refunded."

  Li Ang has seen him twice.

  This old man is a robot transformed by the system. He has no emotions and is only responsible for supervising training.

Owning a system does not mean that you can sit back and enjoy the achievements. It just arranges you with the best teachers and the richest content library. But if you really want to fulfill your dreams, you also need to endure loneliness, keep your emptiness, and learn down-to-earth. .

   "Okay, start learning." As Li Ang's words fell, the brutal learning plan began to be implemented.

  Read, recite, read, endorse, analyze, recite.

  But soon Li Ang regretted it.

  Because Ang Lee found out that he memorized a lot of poems, he had completely memorized many poems in the earth’s poetry training six years ago.

   "Why are there so many repetitions."

"The development of Blue Star and the Earth in BC was synchronized, so "The Book of Songs" and "Wu Yue Chun Qiu" are the same. And Blue Star has always placed emphasis on science and technology over culture and entertainment, so there are not many poems actually circulating after AD, only Here are some." The old man pointed to the piles of books that were only thirty centimeters high in the corner of the room.

   "I used one year of life to change such a few books?" Li An felt lost.

  He thought bitterly in his heart: I had known this earlier, I might as well spend money to buy some books, and then put a lot of effort in the first two months of the show, which is enough for me to remember.

  I want to return, but the one-year life span has been deducted.

  Now Ang Lee can only study hard, and by the way review all the poems.

   "Alright, so it will be more certain to participate in the conference."

  ...

  There are more than 500 contestants who signed up for the Poetry Contest, but the program group only needs 120 people.

  In order to ensure the quality of the program, Zhang Jingya and her assistant personally selected.

  It took eight days to finally select the best 120 participating members and send out invitation letters one by one.

this day.

  Zhang Jingya knocked on the door of the leadership office.

   "Come in." A deep voice came from the room.

  Zhang Jingya opened the door and saw Tian Zhe, the leader who was sitting at the mahogany desk and dressed in authentic red robes.

  This is a middle-aged man in his forties with a fat body, a beer belly, and a mole on the side of his mouth.

   "Director Tian, ​​I want to discuss with you about the promotion of the "Poetry Conference" program."

  "This is my plan. You can tell me while watching me." Zhang Jingya carefully put the copy in her hand on the table.

  Tian Zhe reached out his hand and took the copy and began to read it.

   And here, Zhang Jingya also began to talk about the rhetoric she had prepared.

  "In this poem conference, we invited Su Yuqi, the most popular poet in the field of poetry, to be a tutor. She can guarantee a minimum rating of 0.5% after various evaluations."

  "We also invited Mr. Fan Deli, the great master of poetry, to be a guest contestant, adding to the show’s enjoyment and challenge."

  "The most important thing is that this time we also invited a masked poet who hides information. According to my initial contact with him, the poetry level of that masked poet has completely surpassed Van der Lie."

  "This time the poem conference will not only be guaranteed by traffic star instructors, but also have sufficiently high-level poems as content."

  "Based on preliminary speculations and calculations, I am confident that the audience rating of the fourth season of poetry conference will be increased to one percent or more."

  "But if you want to increase the ratings, you need to do a good job of advertising and publicity in the early stage, so I am calling for you this time, and I hope you can approve the promotion of this program."

  Zhang Jingya spoke methodically.

  Tian Zhe at the desk touched the mole on his chin, and then looked at Zhang Jingya: "What promotion do you want?"

  Zhang Jingya smiled professionally and confidently at the corner of her mouth, her eyes felt a little firm and confident: “Two for the first level promotion, lasting one month; for the second level promotion, five, lasting two months."

  First-level promotion, that is, before the start of the prime time program, and the commercial break in the middle of the program;

  Secondary promotion refers to the promotion after the end of the prime time program, as well as the current and intermediate advertisements of the non-prime time period.

  Tian Zhe's eyelids twitched: "You are talking about the highest level of promotion, generally for very hot programs."

   "If the third season has the same high ratings as the first season, I might be able to approve you, but judging from the dismal situation in the third season, I can't meet your request."

   "For the face of you and Su Yuqi, I can give you at most one level one promotion, and only half a month; two level promotion can only give three, lasting one month."

  Tian Zhe’s reply was as expected by Zhang Jingya.

  The performance of the third season of poetry conference was too unsatisfactory, Zhang Jingya did not have much capital to negotiate.

  However, the intensity of promotion determines the fate of the show, and Zhang Jingya wants to fight for more and better resources.

   "Director Tian, ​​the masked poet we invited this time is of very high standard. I firmly believe that he can set a new record for the poem conference."

  Tian Zhe took a sip of Dahongpao, and said nonchalantly: "How high can it be?"

  "Can you write a well-known poem?"

   "Can you write the poetry of celebrities?"

  Tian Zhe asked three questions in a row.

  He thought Zhang Jingya would retreat, but Zhang Jingya laughed instead: "Director Tian, ​​he can do what you said!"

  Tian Zhe’s eyelids twitched, and he waved his hand at Zhang Jingya: "You go back, the promotion plan is as I said, no need to say more."

   Obviously, Tian Zhe didn’t believe Zhang Jingya at all, thinking that Zhang Jingya was exaggerating.

  Zhang Jingya had expected this result long ago. She did not leave, but carefully took out a small notebook from her arms.

   Then Zhang Jingya handed the notebook to Tian Zhe, with the same confidence in her eyes:

   "Since Director Tian doesn't believe me, then I can only come up with a killer."

  "This little book contains two poems written by the masked poet. If you refuse my request after reading these two poems, then I have nothing to say."

  (End of this chapter)