Rebirth: I Want to Surf

Yao Yuan wants to block WeChat, which requires careful pre-arrangement.

It seems to be a long-term competition, but in fact, the winner will be determined in the 7-8 months from the second half of this year to the beginning of next year. Whoever reaches 50 million users will be able to take a big lead; whoever reaches 100 million users will basically win.

In the end, user choices automatically become "convergent".

In the era of mobile phones, few people can tolerate the existence of multiple software of the same type, unless their content is really different, such as Taobao and JD.com.

However, WeChat and Weichat are inherently homogeneous, and users will inevitably abandon one.

He didn't know how bold Xiao Ma was in the development of WeChat. Anyway, he had prepared 1 billion funds to fight this battle.

100% blocking is impossible, but as long as WeChat can be stuck in the quagmire for a few months, WeChat can win the final victory!

…………

After a few days like this, in July, the capital is still hot.

The recorded episode of "Brother Qian'er's Kitchen" hadn't been broadcast yet, but someone found it first - the secretary of the big leader. This time it was not a phone call, but a face-to-face meeting.

The secretary had a strange look on his face, and was a little more inquisitive about Yao Yuan.

Yao Yuan played dumb.

The two chatted about the topic of "cultural export", and the secretary praised his ideas, thinking that he was an ambitious young man.

"What can China, which is undergoing tremendous changes and rapid development, show the world? This is indeed a proposition worthy of discussion.

I don't have an answer right now either, but I agree with you.

We can't always show foreigners red lanterns and listen to "Jasmine", but show them our Chinese thinking and ways of doing things... This point of view is great! "

The secretary was full of praise, and said: "Of course, the cultivation of the cultural industry cannot be accomplished overnight. I look forward to that day coming soon."

"I'm sorry, I just mentioned a few immature thoughts, arrogant words, ashamed!"

Yao Yuan said hurriedly.

"Hey, I'm not afraid of your arrogance, but I'm afraid you don't dare to think about it, you dare to do it when you think about it, and you don't know if it's right or wrong until you do it. If you're wrong, correct it, and if you're right, keep working hard."

After talking for a long time, it seems to say a lot, but there is nothing serious about it.

Finally the secretary said goodbye.

Yao Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, and it was over. What's wrong with what he said on the show?

No one would have thought that he cheated, at most it was a coincidence.

A few days later, "Brother Qian'er's Kitchen" was broadcast.

The content is kept intact, including those censored by Yu Jiajia angrily—referring to the website, not the TV station.

Yao Yuan has his own traffic, is handsome, and the show is pleasing to the eye and contributes a lot of hits.

"Teacher Yu's three major characteristics of cooking: simple, cheap, and unpalatable!"

"Teacher Yu holds soy sauce in his left hand and sesame oil in his right, and goes to the green belt. Guess what? Hey! I'm full!"

"Mr. Yu really dares to speak, isn't he afraid of 404?"

"Commander Yao's food is so good-looking, it's useless not to film this face!"

"Look, this is the pattern. When other companies are still in the country, they have built an industrial chain in the United States. It's a pity that we can't see it. We can only wait for resources."

"I don't think there's any drama. As far as the domestic directors are concerned, even if they are given a platform, they won't be able to shoot anything good. They all lie down and make money, and Jiang Wen is the only one!"

Netizens are mostly watching the excitement, and it disappears after the excitement.

But this program caused quite a stir in the system. People from the Film Bureau and China Film Bureau came to inquire about sending young directors to Hollywood for further studies.

Yu Jiajia said that there is indeed such a thing and that it is being planned.

This is embarrassing.

Obviously what the government should do, but it was picked on the shoulders by a private company. The other party quickly said, don't worry, we are also planning related activities, and then we will...

Yu Jiajia doesn't care, she is not interested in directors, and female directors are not good-looking.

A widely circulated story: In 2014, Ning Hao, Chen Sicheng, Guo Fan, Xiao Yang, and Lu Yang were appointed by the Film Bureau to study in Hollywood.

But in fact, the Film Bureau has launched a total of seven issues.

From 2013 to 2016, more than 40 people visited, including Wu Ershan, Zhang Yibai, Dapeng, Xu Zheng, Guan Hu, Han Yan and so on.

It's just that Ning Hao's group has "The Wandering Earth" and "Detective Chinatown" are too dazzling, so they were brought out.

Then we talked about the review and going to sea.

Censorship is a commonplace, and officials, companies, directors, screenwriters, actors, and media people all know that it is impossible to let go of ideological things!

On the basis of this impossibility, if you scold me a few words, there will be a lot of meat.

In contrast, the reaction in the film and television circles has been lukewarm.

The market is just right at this stage, everyone is rushing to the box office, who cares about your online platform? They won't realize the impact Hugelive has had on the film and television world until a decade later.

Yao Yuan and Yu Jiajia didn't bother to explain, they just did their own thing.

…………

At noon this day, Yingshi Building.

In the office area of ​​the community department, Jiang Chao finished his meal and was bragging with his colleagues.

He came to practice in 2003, graduated in 2004 and officially joined the job. After seven or eight years of working without knowing it, he also sat in the position of project manager, and he is Wu Jun's right-hand man.

"Jiang Chao, go to meeting room 2!"

"oh!"

Suddenly someone greeted, Jiang Chao stopped the topic of who is better, Messi or Ronaldo, and walked out of the office with a chubby body. He is 180cm tall and has a fat body. He looks rough, but in fact he has a delicate mind.

Otherwise, you won't be fooled by the smiling girl.

He entered meeting room No. 2, found Cheng Jiuqian Wei inside, and hurriedly said hello.

"sit down!"

Cheng Wei's eyelids drooped, and he took a thorough look at the other party, holding a file in his hand.

"Jiang Chao, 28 years old, from Nanjing, graduated from Beihang University. Registered in the Dating Club in 2001, the first batch of Maiwo community campus ambassadors... Good at mobilizing the atmosphere, coordinating the relationship between all parties, tactful and principled..."

An old man who knows the basics, this is called having a son at home.

Cheng Wei didn't speak for a long time, Jiang Chao felt a little nervous, and was about to ask, when he suddenly heard: "Mr. Yao needs a new assistant, and there are two other people besides you. If you agree, I will take the three of you for a while, Mr. Yao will decide the final candidate.

If you don't want to, go out and leave without revealing it. "

Hiss!

Jiang Chao took a sip of the salted duck.

The first reaction was not whether to agree or not, but: Cheng Wei is leaving?

Ouch, I can't! He has just changed from a Bingbi eunuch to a nine-thousand-year-old man, so why is he leaving? For a moment, the fire of gossip rose in Jiang Chao's eyes, and his eyes were piercing.

"This is a sand sculpture!"

Cheng Wei frowned, accurately judged the other party's attributes, and asked, "So what's your opinion?"

"Ah? Oh, of course I am willing, please give me more advice in the future!"

"It's all for Mr. Yao, not to mention giving advice, you go back first, and report to me early tomorrow morning."

"good!"

When he went out, Cheng Wei had already seen three backups, two men and one woman.

Next, he has to inspect and hone himself, and only when he is qualified can he leave with confidence, and he will not be in vain of Mr. Yao's kindness.

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