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Dongsheng Radio.

Xiao Yang's eyes were a little dark. He really didn't sleep much last night. It was a very difficult night.

Zhao Xueyi couldn't help but ask: "Director, were you imagining the painting last night?"

Xiao Yang was startled, then smiled and nodded: "Yes, I have been imagining it all night, and you know that making up stories is a waste of brain cells."

Zhao Xueyi praised: "Talent is important, but hard work is also essential. No wonder the director can succeed. We should learn more from the director."

Xiao Yang was happy, "Brother Zhao, when did you start flattering me?"

Zhao Xueyi smiled and said, "This is true."

At this time, colleagues came to work one after another.

"It is said that the company is going to hold a military novel award with a prize of three million."

"Does Director Xu want to send a TV series?"

"It is said that yes, the company introduced many works to Director Xu, but Director Xu didn't like them, so he proposed to the company to hold a military novel award. With the three million bonus, plus the copyright fee after the film and television, it will definitely

It can attract many first-line writers of military novels.”

"Have you started signing up?"

"No, we are in the publicity stage now, and the official registration time will be ten days later."

"That will be on the day of the gold medal host competition. It seems that the company wants to announce it on the day of the competition."

"Hey, it's a pity that I can't write novels."

Many colleagues expressed emotion.

At this time they saw Xiao Yang and Zhao Xueyi.

Xiao Yang smiled and asked: "Is the news you just told reliable?"

A colleague said: "Director, the news has been announced on the company's official website."

Another colleague said with pity on his face: "It's a pity that the director is a first-line writer of supernatural novels."

Zhao Xueyi also felt it was a pity, "It would be great if our company had a supernatural director."

"Yes, if there is a supernatural director and the director's novel is sold to the company, how can the company treat the director badly?"

Everyone felt sorry for Xiao Yang.

Dongsheng Entertainment only has one second-tier director, Xu Wenwen, and he is a director with military themes.

Xiao Yang smiled, "Who says supernatural writers can't write about military affairs."

Everyone was stunned.

Zhao Xueyi said with a smile: "With the director's writing skills, writing military novels is no problem."

He was trying to smooth things over for Xiao Yang, and he didn't think Xiao Yang could write a good military novel.

Other colleagues hurriedly echoed: "Yes, we believe in the director's ability."

Xiao Yang doesn't blame them. After all, it is true. A great writer who writes martial arts novels may not be able to write historical novels well, and vice versa.

When he arrived at the office, Xiao Yang closed the door and began to conceive of a new novel.

Dongsheng Entertainment seems to be making big moves.

They want to invest in a military-themed TV series.

Several TV series and novels flashed through Xiao Yang's mind.

"Even if you get the gold medal in the gold medal host competition, it will take one to two years of assessment to become a senior host. However, if you get a recommendation from a second-tier director, it will be easy, and you can directly become a senior host of Dongsheng Entertainment

Man." Xiao Yang smiled.

Whether it's for money or a senior host spot, he has to write a good work.

Xu Wenwen is good at shooting passionate military movies.

Xiao Yang already had a suitable choice in mind.

That’s it!

He remembered the general content of the TV series, but he still couldn't remember part of it, so he took a memory capsule.

Then he began to write.

His writing speed is astonishing. Because he doesn't need to think much, he can write more than 5,000 words in an hour. He spent the whole morning and afternoon writing manuscripts in the office.

"Deputy Zhao, why don't you go and persuade the director? He has been locked up in the office all day for tonight's painting." A colleague couldn't help but say.

"Yes, Deputy Zhao, the director must be working on a manuscript." Other colleagues said.

"It seems that he is exhausted." Fan Xiaoxuan sneered in her heart. She wished that Xiao Yang couldn't write anything so that her brother could come back and take over.

"Let me go in and take a look." Zhao Xueyi said and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Director, the manuscript of Huapi has not been written yet?"

"Painted skin?"

Xiao Yang was startled, then smiled and said, "I'm not writing a painting."

Zhao Xueyi was stunned and said with a smile: "Is this the next story of Liaozhai?"

Xiao Yang shook his head: "Before the gold medal host competition, Liaozhai only had the story of painted skin."

Zhao Xueyi was confused, "Are you writing other ghost stories?"

Xiao Yang shook his head: "I'm writing a military novel."

"..."

Zhao Xueyi smiled bitterly, "Co-author, you really want to write a military novel."

Supernatural novels pay attention to the creation of a terrifying atmosphere and the twists and turns of the story, but military novels are a different kind of routine and writing method. Writers who do not write often cannot master the routines, techniques and rhythm of novels.

He was 100% sure that Xiao Yang could not write a good military novel.

After coming out of Xiao Yang's office, Zhao Xueyi said helplessly: "Don't worry, everyone, the director is fine."

At the same time, someone asked with a smile: "The director should have finished writing the painting, right? There should be no problem with the live broadcast tonight, right?"

Fan Xiaoxuan chuckled: "The director used to be able to broadcast live without script."

Everyone's expressions changed slightly. Yes, the director used to live broadcast the whole process without script, but now he actually needs to write a script. Has the director lost his inspiration?

Zhao Xueyi glanced at Fan Xiaoxuan, "The director is writing other novels, and he has already prepared the painting."

Everyone's eyes lit up, "The director is going to tell a new ghost story again?"

They have full confidence in Xiao Yang.

Zhao Xueyi shook his head: "No, the director didn't write a supernatural novel."

Everyone was stunned.

Fan Xiaoxuan was also stunned.

"The director said that he wanted to try writing a novel with a military theme." Zhao Xueyi said.

Everyone looked at each other, what happened to the director? Is he going to change his career?

Fan Xiaoxuan said angrily: "Maybe the director can no longer make achievements in supernatural novels, so he decided to change his style. I think with the director's talent, even some romance novels can definitely be written well."

Everyone said that no matter how talented the director was, he would not be able to write one popular novel and another. Supernatural novels and military novels are two completely different styles.

Although Xiao Yang was not optimistic, Xiao Yang was the director after all, so no one dared to say anything.

In the evening, Xiao Yang came out of the office, walked into the live broadcast room, and started live broadcasting the painting.

Xiao Yang adapted the film version of the painting.

The audience has already been waiting on time.

When Xiao Yang started live broadcast, he told the story of Painted Skin. During the Qin and Han Dynasties, Captain Wang Sheng rescued a stunning beauty "Xiao Wei". Subsequently, people in the city continued to have their hearts stolen, and people began to panic.

The audience's mouths were dry, Xiao Yang's description was so real, it made everyone feel like they were actually there.

As the story progresses, everyone is both excited and confused.

Xu Liguo and others were also listening to Painted Skin, and when they were halfway through, they knew that their show was over.

First-class stories, first-class live broadcast hosts, coupled with previous popularity, what can they use to compete with others?

"I hope his listening rate will not exceed A Chinese Ghost Story tomorrow." Xu Liguo and others could only comfort themselves.

The next day, everyone was waiting for the listening rate to be released.

Finally, the listening rate came out.