pjbooks Chapter 116 is a complete mess.
Chapter 116 is a complete mess.
Chapter 116 is a complete mess.
This wave is more than just fire.
It's like wildfire.
As "The Rotten Wild Goose Pagoda" and "The Song of the Ancient City People" spread virally across various platforms, the situation completely spiraled out of control.
But this is just the appetizer.
What truly set off this fire across the land of Shaanxi were the "stars" who emerged from this yellow earth.
10:00 AM.
Famous film and television star Zhang Jiayi reposted the video with a short and powerful caption: "This is also what I wanted to say: my hometown, my song. @NiLiuMedia—ChengMing"
Following that, Yan Ni and Princess Jing —
Familiar names and influential artists from Qin province in the entertainment industry seemed to have conspired to speak out collectively that morning.
Even Xu Wei, the famous singer who was preparing for a concert thousands of miles away, made a rare appearance on that dusty account, liked the post, and commented with two words: "[Heartfelt.]"
This caused an uproar throughout the entertainment industry.
Tourists in the ancient city have gone crazy.
Those who have been to the ancient city, are currently in the ancient city, or are planning to visit the ancient city felt a strong chord being plucked in their hearts.
Office of the Director of the Culture and Tourism Department of Shaanxi Province.
The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
Zhang Jianguo, director of the Ancient City Culture and Tourism Bureau, sat on the sofa, fidgeting as if he had nails under his buttocks.
Opposite him sat a middle-aged man in his fifties who was slightly overweight.
Director Liu is the top official of the Shaanxi Provincial Department of Culture and Tourism.
"Building a nation."
Director Liu put down his tablet computer, the screen displaying Cheng Ming's confident and radiant face as he stood in front of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.
"You did a bad job."
Zhang Jianguo was taken aback, then straightened his back ramrod straight, looking aggrieved: "Director, this... how is this unfair? These figures, this influence—our ancient city has really made a name for itself this time!"
"Show your face? Not only did you show your face, but you also ate with your mouth full of oil, not even leaving a drop of soup for the brothers below?"
Zhang Jianguo blinked, not daring to respond.
Director Liu stood up, walked to the map, and pointed to the vast Loess Plateau: "Look at Qinbei! The novel 'Ordinary World' just recently generated a lot of buzz, and it's exactly the kind of place that needs a spark."
"And the result?"
"You've got it all figured out! One video has drawn all the traffic from the entire province, even the whole Northwest, to your city walls!"
"Qin Bei just called me, his voice was so loud it almost ruptured my eardrums. He asked if I was biased, and whether our provincial department only cared about the ancient city and ignored their poor mountain village!"
Zhang Jianguo wiped the sweat from his brow and forced a smile: "Director, so you mean..."
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"This kid is a talent."
Director Liu turned around, his eyes piercing: "Not just talents from the ancient city, but talents from Shaanxi Province, and from the entire Northwest!"
"Go back and tell Cheng Ming not to just focus on that crappy Big Wild Goose Pagoda, but also to give some consideration to the waist drums of northern Qin and the mountains and rivers of southern Qin!"
"Let him go through the trouble, and try your best to treat everyone fairly!"
"Especially in Qinbei, they desperately need this kind of down-to-earth publicity to keep the buzz going, to let them know that the provincial department is backing them up, providing manpower and funding as needed!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jianguo was overjoyed, but on the surface he had to pretend to be troubled: "Director, you know about creative matters, I will try my best to coordinate, I will try my best to coordinate."
"Don't try to fool me!"
Director Liu chuckled and cursed.
At this moment.
It's not just Shaanxi Province.
As the video's popularity spread, several neighboring provinces also began to react.
Especially after netizens dug up detailed information about Cheng Ming's team members, a farce called "talent war" officially began.
The office of Niliu Media.
The telephone rang incessantly.
"Hello? This is Niliu Media... Yes, I'm Gu Xiao."
Gu Xiao held the landline in her left hand and her cell phone in her right. Her usually aloof and sophisticated face was now filled with despair.
"What? You're from the Shandong Provincial Department of Culture and Tourism?"
Gu Xiao paused for a moment, then rubbed her temples helplessly: "Wang Shuo? Yes, he's from our team... no, we don't have any plans to return him to your province for the time being."
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"What does 'returning to one's roots' mean? He hasn't even graduated yet!"
After hanging up, my phone rang again.
"Feed? Chongqing Culture and Tourism?"
"Lin Yiyi? Yes, she's from Chongqing... filming a hot pot promotional video? We need her availability... What? As long as she goes back, we'll provide plenty of hot pot?"
Gu Xiao took a deep breath, feeling like her brain was throbbing.
"They called from Yan and Zhao, specifically requesting Zhao Yufeng. They said they want to film something about the heroic and tragic figures of Yan and Zhao," and that she's indispensable.
Are these people crazy?
Why not approach Cheng Ming, but instead try to poach talent from other companies?
This is not cooperation; it is blatant banditry!
Taking advantage of someone's misfortune!
Gu Xiao slammed her phone down on the table, slumped into her chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling.
She originally thought she was just a housekeeper.
Now it seems that she is clearly like Sun Wukong guarding Tang Sanzang's flesh, not only having to guard against monsters, but also against all kinds of gods.
at the same time.
Chengdu, Sichuan Conservatory of Music Media College.
Dean's Office.
The thermos in Zhao Zhiqiang's hand was trembling.
In the past, we worried about student recruitment and begged and pleaded for high employment rates.
Now?
The photography department's inquiry hotline was overwhelmed with calls, and even parents of admitted students called to ask if it was possible to switch majors to photography.
The reason is simple: he wanted to learn how to make jokes from Cheng Ming.
The situation was even more dramatic at the music academy, where the number of applicants tripled.
"Dean, a few more media outlets have arrived, saying they want to interview us about how our school cultivated a genius like Cheng Ming."
The secretary pushed open the door and came in, her face showing excitement mixed with a hint of helplessness.
Zhao Zhiqiang closed his eyes in pain and waved his hand: "Block them! Block them all!"
"Just say... just say it's innate! Schools can't teach it! Tell them not to come!"
He stood up, walked to the window, looked down at the bustling campus, and sighed deeply.
"Cheng Ming, Cheng Ming, can't you just shut up for a second?"
"You're not making me look good, you're practically wearing down the entrance to our school!"
Zhao Zhiqiang's current wish is extremely humble.
I just hope this kid can save the school some life and prevent the server from crashing again.
Mount Hua, North Peak.
The wind was strong, making people's clothes flutter loudly.
The three figures slumped unceremoniously on the stone steps, like three dried-out salted fish.
"I can't do it... I really can't..."
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Wang Shuo lay sprawled on the ground, his chest heaving violently. His honest face was covered in sweat, and his lips were white. He stopped calling him "godfather" and said directly, "That grandson of Old Cheng... he definitely did it on purpose..."
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"What did they say about bringing us to Mount Hua for a sword competition...? Is this supposed to be a sword competition?! This is a death trap!"
next to.
Lin Yi leaned against the railing, holding a half-empty bottle of energy drink in her hand. Her white tracksuit had long since turned dusty.
She gasped for breath, her gentle face etched with despair: "I want to go home... I want to eat hot pot... I don't want to climb mountains anymore..."
Only Zhao Yufeng fared slightly better.
This girl had some training, so even though she was tired, she was still able to maintain her sitting posture.
She held her phone, originally intending to check the signal strength and post a complaint on her WeChat Moments about Cheng Ming, that heartless boss.
As a result, I just connected to the internet.
My phone started vibrating wildly, almost flying out of my hand.
"Holy crap?"
Zhao, the female warrior, stared wide-eyed at the overwhelming barrage of message notifications on the screen and couldn't help but swear.
"What's wrong? Did Gu Xiao message us urging us to go back?"
Wang Shuo turned over listlessly.
"no----"
Zhao Yufeng swallowed, his voice a little hoarse: "It exploded again..."
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