Chapter 115 - No Other aning
Wang Mingyi sat in front of the computer. He had been looking up information and watching programs like this for several days now.
The docunts opened on his computer were densely packed with text, all consisting of various analyses and summaries regarding programs.
Aside from his commute tis, he was entirely focused on the new program. Because he had been sitting in front of the computer for a long ti, his hair was shiny with grease.
"Finally finished writing!"
Wang Mingyi breathed a sigh of relief.
The station obviously didn't want to invest too much in this ti slot; the budget provided was pitifully small.
He had searched through a lot of information these past few days. It wasn't that there were no low-budget programs, but even if produced, they could only be middle-of-the-road.
In his imagination, the program had to be able to stand out. Let alone surpassing 'Magic Cute Babies', it at least had to be able to seize a spot in this ti slot. Only then could he make the station value him.
There truly weren't many programs that t the conditions. He had expended a lot of ntal and physical effort and finally found a relatively satisfactory one.
The budget would definitely be exceeded, but Wang Mi–ngyi wasn't too worried. Based on his performance with his last program, the station would definitely be a bit more lenient.
With a plan in mind, Wang Mingyi started pulling all-nighters.
Thanks to the vast amount of materials he had prepared in advance, once he decided on the program to produce, writing felt like he was aided by the gods; his speed was extrely fast.
It wasn't until just now that he finally wrote out the frawork.
Although many parts were incomplete, Wang Mingyi was sowhat impatient and wanted to take it to the Director to have a look and discuss it with him.
However, when he went over, he found that the Director was not there.
After inquiring around, he found out the Director had gone to a eting.
"At this ti, what eting is there to hold?"
Wang Mingyi wondered. He waited for a long ti before the Director finally ca back, seemingly muttering sothing to himself.
Seeing Wang Mingyi, the Director snapped out of his daze and asked, "Little Wang, what do you need for?"
Wang Mingyi took out the prepared proposal, handed it to the Director, and said, "Director, this is the program I wrote for the Thursday late-night slot. Please help take a look."
"Thursday late-night slot?" The Director's expression beca slightly strange.
He knew Wang Mingyi's intentions. He took the docunt, looked at it for a while, frowned, and then placed the docunt to the side.
Wang Mingyi asked, "Director, do you feel there is sothing wrong with it?"
The Director said slowly and thodically:
"Little Wang, you should know a bit about the station's current policies. Because the outside world has so misunderstandings about our Zhaonan Satellite TV, the station plans to support original programs and turn our reputation around..."
Listening to this, Wang Mingyi felt a sudden flash of realization. So, giving the Best Planner award to Chen Ran at the annual eting was because the station wanted to support original programs?
Just as he was thinking this, he felt sothing was wrong again; his current program was also "borrowed"!
Wang Mingyi said carefully, "Director, do you an that this program of mine won't work out? Then I'll respond to the station's call and carefully ponder over it again."
The Director waved his hand and said, "I'll just speak frankly. Actually, you don't need to busy yourself anymore. The program for the late-night slot is basically finalized!"
"Finalized? So fast?" Wang Mingyi's face stiffened sowhat.
He had written this fast enough, right? There was still soone ahead of him?
The Director nodded and said:
"The impromptu eting just now was exactly to discuss this program. It's purely original, and it's a new program format. If I'm not mistaken, this program of yours should be referencing a foreign program. Not only that, but the budget also exceeds the limit by a lot. Compared to that program, there is still so gap."
The Director spoke tactfully, but for Wang Mingyi, it was indeed sowhat of a blow.
He hadn't expected that soone would actually write it out ahead of him, and even less did he expect that the other party's was an original program.
Wasn't the station always solely focused on viewership ratings? How co they suddenly started caring about reputation?
Moreover, with such an impressive proposal, how could they even look favorably upon a Thursday late-night slot?
"Director, is it convenient to disclose which planner wrote the program?" Wang Mingyi was sowhat unwilling to resign to this.
The Director glanced at him and said:
"Chen Ran, Chen Ran from the Entertainnt Channel. He was recomnded by the two Director-Generals of the local channels. It didn't pass through my hands; it was sent directly to our Director-General. He thought it was not bad, so now a eting was held, and everyone feels it's not bad. It will probably be finalized after a bit more discussion."
"Chen Ran?"
Hearing this na, Wang Mingyi felt sowhat muddle-headed and dazed.
……
The program had just been submitted, and Chen Ran was rely waiting for news with peace of mind.
When their local channel wanted to finalize a program, the draft had to be revised three tis and discussed for a long ti, let alone the satellite TV channel; they would definitely be extrely cautious.
He now had sowhat of a nothing-to-lose ntality. Anyway, the program had already been submitted, and worrying was useless.
Lin Fan was chattering away, asking, "I heard you've already submitted your program? It's only been a few days, why didn't you consider it more?"
"I feel you should be cautious, really. If you miss this opportunity, you'll have to wait a very long ti at the very least."
"With your abilities, going to the satellite TV channel and toughing it out starting from an ordinary planner, delaying a year or two is just not worth it."
He was just talking to himself. Although he didn't know what proposal Chen Ran had written, being too fast was generally not good; he should have pondered more no matter what.
What if the proposal wasn't perfect and he had new ideas a couple of days later?
Chen Ran said, "Let's not talk about it. Anyway, it's already been submitted, and talking about it now won't change anything."
Lin Fan seemingly also realized this problem. Saying these things now would only add unnecessary worry, so he imdiately added:
"What you said is also right. Actually, submitting it this early also has its advantages. The others haven't submitted theirs yet, so the satellite TV channel leaders will see your proposal first. Even if the quality is about the sa, they will have a preconceived positive impression."
Chen Ran was truly amused by him. Lin Fan's ability to comfort people was indeed top-notch. It was very strange; how could such a man not have found a girlfriend?
At this ti, Chen Yao called. As soon as Chen Ran answered, he heard his sister's excited voice.
"Brother, Brother, look quickly, my new song made the charts!"
Chen Ran was slightly surprised. Free songs had an exclusive chart with no real prestige; it was purely ranked based on play counts, likes, and comnts.
'For the Rest of My Life' was released with no promotion, just relying on the little bit of fans Chen Yao brought herself. No matter what, it shouldn't have been possible for it to charge up the charts.
He asked, "How did it suddenly make the charts?"
Chen Yao suppressed her excitent and said, "It's Zhang Xiyun—oh no, Sister Xiyun recomnded it for on Weibo!"
Hearing the news, Chen Ran was slightly dazed. He went onto Weibo to take a look and, sure enough, saw a Weibo post Zhang Fanzhi had published in the morning.
There was no text. Below was the song, and above was a red heart.
Because Zhang Fanzhi very rarely posted on Weibo, and this ti she was actually recomnding such a song, the comnt section exploded.
……
Huahai.
Tao Lin looked at Zhang Fanzhi, whose face was completely calm, feeling sowhat at a loss for where to start.
"What kind of scene are you making? Why did you suddenly promote such a song? Look at what the fans are comnting down below; they all think you're in a relationship! Just now, the company even called, questioning about what on earth is going on."
Zhang Fanzhi pursed her lips and said, "I just quite like this song, there's no other aning to it."
Tao Lin supported her forehead with her hand:
"You have no other aning, but the company feels you have other anings. Take a look at the fans, what are they all saying?"
Zhang Fanzhi said, "I see the fans quite like it."
"No, you call this liking it? That's only because you just promoted a song. Try announcing you're in a relationship right now and see! See if they still like it then!" Tao Lin said angrily.
Zhang Fanzhi didn't speak. After a while, she finally said, "Next ti, I will discuss it with you."
Tao Lin was helpless. She felt that Zhang Fanzhi's return this ti was sowhat strange.
A few days ago, her mood had been consistently poor, occasionally spacing out.
Whenever she asked, the answer was just that she was in a bad mood and hosick.
And then today, who knows what sudden nerve she struck, she promoted such a song.
This song sounded good—that was to her, Tao Lin. But since when did Zhang Fanzhi like this kind of song?
Tao Lin didn't have ti to dawdle with Zhang Fanzhi. She still had to rush over to liaise with the producer. She could only tell Zhang Fanzhi not to cause any trouble for the ti being.
Zhang Fanzhi nodded in agreent.
After Tao Lin left, she scrolled through the Weibo comnts, looking at the fans' confusion and blessings.
She hesitated for a mont, long-pressed the song, selected WeChat sharing, found the pinned ssage box, and pressed it.
But at the confirmation window, she paused again.
After hesitating for a long ti, she pressed back and exited Weibo...
Placing the phone to the side, she furrowed her brows and thought for a good while before finally sending a ssage on WeChat.
"Are you there?"
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