My wife is a big star

Wang Mingyi sat in front of the computer. He checked information and watched the program for several days.

The file opened on the computer is densely written with text, all of which are various analyzes and summaries of the program.

Except during commuting time, he was always thinking about new programs. His hair was shiny because he sat in front of the computer for a long time.

"Finally finished!"

Wang Mingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

The station obviously didn't want to invest too much in this period, so the funds provided were pitiful.

He has been looking for a lot of information in the past few days. There are no low-cost programs, but they can only be average.

In his imagination, the show must be outstanding, not to mention surpassing the Magical Cute Baby, but at least be able to grab a place in this time period, so that the station can take him seriously.

There weren't many programs that met the requirements, so he worked hard and finally found one that he was satisfied with.

The budget will definitely be exceeded, but Wang Mingyi is not worried. Based on his performance in the last show, the station will definitely relax.

With a plan in mind, Wang Mingyi started to stay up late.

Thanks to the fact that he had prepared so much information in advance, after deciding on the program to be done, he started writing very quickly like God was helping him.

It’s only now that the framework has been written.

Although many parts were incomplete, Wang Mingyi couldn't wait to show it to the director and discuss it with him.

But when he passed by, he found that the director was not there.

After some questioning, I found out that the director had gone to a meeting.

"What meeting will be held at this time?"

Wang Mingyi was puzzled. After waiting for a long time, the director came back and was still mumbling something.

Seeing Wang Mingyi, the director came back to his senses and asked: "Xiao Wang, what do you want from me?"

Wang Mingyi took out the prepared plan and handed it to the director: "Director, this is the program I wrote for Thursday late night. Please help me take a look."

"Thursday late night slot?" The director looked a little weird.

Knowing Wang Mingyi's plan, he took the document and read it for a while, frowned, and then put the document aside.

Wang Mingyi asked: "Director, do you think something is wrong?"

The director said slowly: "Xiao Wang, you should know something about Taiwan's current policies. Because the outside world has some misunderstandings about our Zhaonan TV, the station plans to support original programs and change the reputation..."

Wang Mingyi felt a little enlightened when he heard this. So at the annual meeting, the best planner was given to Chen Ran. Was it because the station wanted to support original programs?

Just when he thought about it, he felt something was wrong. His current program was also "referenced" from!

Wang Mingyi said carefully: "Director, do you mean that my program should not be successful? Then I will respond to the call from the station and think about it carefully."

The director waved his hand and said, "I'll just tell you the truth. In fact, you don't have to be busy anymore. The late-night program has basically been decided!"

"Is it settled? So soon?" Wang Mingyi's face was a little stiff.

Did he write quickly enough? Is there anyone else ahead of him?

The director nodded and said: "We just had an impromptu meeting to discuss this program. It is purely original and a new program format. If I read your program correctly, it should be based on foreign programs. Not only that, the budget is also much higher. Compared with that show, there is still some gap.”

The director said it tactfully, but to Wang Mingyi, it was indeed a bit shocking.

He didn't expect that someone would write it before him, and he didn't expect that the other party would be an original program.

Isn’t it true that TV has always been about ratings? Why do you suddenly start to care about word of mouth?

And how can such a powerful plan be shown on a Thursday late night slot?

"Director, can you tell me who planned and wrote the show?" Wang Mingyi was a little reluctant.

The director glanced at him and said: "Chen Ran, Chen Ran from the entertainment channel, recommended by the two directors of the local channel, was directly given to the director without passing through my hands. He thought it was good. Now we have a meeting and everyone thinks it is good. , I guess it will be decided after further discussion.”

"Chen Ran?"

When Wang Mingyi heard this name, he felt a little confused.

…

The program had just been submitted, and Chen Ran was just waiting for the news.

To finalize a program for their local channel, they have to revise the draft three times and discuss it for a long time, let alone the satellite TV, which must be very cautious.

He has a bit of a bachelor mentality now. The program has been submitted anyway, so there is no point in worrying.

Lin Fan asked naggingly: "I heard that you have submitted all the programs? It's only been a few days, why don't you think more about it?"

"I think we should be cautious. Really, if you miss this opportunity, you will have to wait at least a long time."

"With your ability, it is not worthwhile to waste a year or two to go to Satellite TV and start from an ordinary planner."

He was the only one talking. Although he didn't know what plan Chen Ran had written, it was always bad to go too fast. Why should he think more carefully? What if the plan was not perfect and he had new ideas in two days?

Chen Ran said: "Let's not talk about it anymore. It has been handed over anyway, and there is nothing we can do to change it now."

Lin Fan seemed to have thought about this issue, and saying this now would only add to his worries. He immediately said: "You are right. In fact, there are advantages to handing it in so early. If others haven't handed it in yet, then the TV leaders will see yours first." Planning, even if the quality is similar, there will be preconceived notions.”

Chen Ran was really amused by him. Lin Fan's ability to comfort people was indeed first-rate. It was strange, how could such a man not find a girlfriend?

At this time, Chen Yao dialed the number. As soon as Chen Ran answered the call, he heard his sister's excited voice.

"Brother, brother, look, my new song is on the list!"

Chen Ran was a little surprised. There is an exclusive list for free songs. There is no gold content. They are ranked based on the number of plays, likes and comments.

"The Rest of My Life" was released without any publicity. It was just Chen Yao's few fans who couldn't rush to it.

He asked: "Why is it suddenly on the list?"

Chen Yao suppressed her excitement and said: "It's Zhang Xiyun, oh no, it was Sister Xiyun who recommended it for me on Weibo!"

When Chen Ran heard the news, he was a little stunned. He took a look on Weibo and saw a Weibo posted by Zhang Fanzhi in the morning.

There are no words, there is a song below, and a red heart on top.

Because Zhang Fanzhi rarely posts on Weibo, he still recommended such a song this time, so the comment section exploded.

…

Huahai.

Tao Lin looked at Zhang Fanzhi with a calm face and felt a little at a loss what to do.

"What kind of fuss are you making? Why did you suddenly push such a song? Look at the fans' comments below. They all thought you were in love! Just now, the company called me and asked me what's going on."

Zhang Fanzhi pursed his lips and said, "I just like this song, nothing else."

Tao Lin raised her head and said, "You don't have any other intentions, but the company thinks you have other intentions. Look at the fans, what are they saying?"

Zhang Fanzhi said: "I think the fans like it very much."

"No, do you call this liking? In other words, you just promoted a song, and now you want to announce your love and try it? Let's see if they still like it!" Tao Lin said angrily.

Zhang Fanzhi said nothing and said after a while: "I will discuss it with you next time."

Tao Lin had no idea. She felt that Zhang Fanzhi's return this time was a bit strange.

I haven't been in a good mood the past few days, and I've been distracted from time to time.

As long as I ask, it means that I am in a bad mood and homesick.

Then today I don’t know what happened, and I pushed a song like this.

This song is nice, but for her, Tao Lin, when did Zhang Fanzhi like this kind of song?

Tao Lin didn't have time to talk to Zhang Fanzhi. She had to rush over to contact the producer, so she could only ask Zhang Fanzhi to stay away from trouble for the time being.

Zhang Fanzhi nodded in agreement.

After Tao Lin left, she scrolled through the comments on Weibo and looked at the fans' doubts and blessings.

After hesitating for a moment, I long-pressed the song, selected WeChat share, found the pinned message box, and pressed it.

But at the confirmation window, she paused again.

After hesitating for a long time, I pressed return and exited Weibo...

Putting the phone aside, he frowned and thought for a while before sending a message on WeChat.

"Are you there?"

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