Life continues to live day after day, and the shadows of the flowing clouds in the sky have been floating past people's faces for thousands of years.

Occasionally there are shadows of migratory birds flying north in the sky, and then people find that a season is coming so sadly. After singing, the birds sing it again. Perhaps it can only be like this until the world disappears.

Although Yang Yi's life seems calm now, he is actually moving forward magnificently because he still has a lot to do, such as organizing a party that at least alarms the entire Yangtze River Delta region within two months, or being invited to the Oriental Platform, but checking the ratings of "The Record of the End" and having to fight with his dream industry, he can only adapt to the current life that is almost dark once he gets busy, and there is no other choice.

Melo Hua was waiting with him in the office room outside the director's room. This day was June 30, 1999. Some schools had already finished their exams and started their holidays. Some of them would need to go back to school to get the transcript and hold the semester meeting after the semester meeting. Perhaps some people would be frowning after getting the transcript, but as long as they survived the storm of parents, they would still be very relaxed for a while in the next two months.

In addition, there are some schools that have holidays before each high school, junior high school and primary school, which is a series of higher education institutions in the Magic City. Whether it is Class I, Class II, or Class I, which are not available now, they only have a junior college sign. However, after having autonomy far exceeds primary and secondary schools, the holiday time of each university cannot be generalized. Some may have to wait until July comes, while others have been completely freed more than a week ago.

"However, the early holiday in college may not bring any decisive growth to the ratings of "The End of Life". The concept and popularity of animation for college students is not as obvious as their juniors, so I have made the average ratings early in the morning." Although he said this, in his heart, Yang Yi did not think so at all. Perhaps the interests and hobbies of college students are not as wide as those of future generations. In fact, they do not have much choice, but when a product is enough to surpass it, it is true that they do not have much choice.

The concept of "naive" is comparable to the classic animes in the island country. Even those who were not very interested in animation comics before, they might be attracted by Xiaoxiao. This little attraction may determine whether Yangyi Culture will have a hardcore fan in the future. In their previous lives, there were not many college students who started to come into contact with anime after entering the ivory tower? The group of people in the late 1970s and early 1980s did not hate anime, but had few opportunities to see the works of the island country before.

When Melohua heard him say this, he turned his head unexpectedly: "I thought you little guy was so confident at the beginning. Is there anything that could support your confidence? As a result, you now tell me that you are not optimistic about the increase in the ratings of this animation during the holidays of college students, so you still have to work hard to come to our station to do what advertisements? Although one of the time periods is free, in the other thirteen seconds, you paid more than two million yuan. If the cost cannot be recovered, will you be dissatisfied by your company's manager because you insist on your own opinion?"

After the two got to know each other, although Mei Luohua still looked arrogant, she would often smile when she called out the staff members and met the leader. However, she often said a few words in front of Yang Yi. She also had no smiles, but the time for conversation was far more than that of anyone else. When she saw this abnormal situation, she often talked about this young boss of Yangyi Culture in private, and was talking enthusiastically behind her back.

"Well, there is no such concern at all." Yang Yi shook his head. How could Mei Luohua think of this? He was too distracted: "Sorry, Director Mei, you are disappointed again. Our Yangyi Culture adopts a relatively backward company system. The two founders are the highest powers. Although other managers also have shares and dividends, it is impossible to have any dissatisfaction in decisive policies. Anyway, as long as the company can maintain the current development trend, their shares will be more and more dividends, and other irrelevant ones."

"It's a bad habit. I have a modern enterprise airs, and I'm still the same as a self-employed person." Mei Luohua couldn't help but contempt, but obviously this kind of bickering is just the norm for two people. For Yang Yi, he is very happy that someone doesn't look like a senior in front of him. After all, according to his actual age, he is only ten years younger than Mei Luohua. For this TV director of Oriental Channel, a child with extremely unrestrained behavior and unique vision talks to him about the development of film and television and the planning of various themes. It is also a novel and beneficial experience. Some words that come out of the boy's mouth can always give him some tips and inspire him, reminding him of some unprecedented TV program ideas in China.

So after chatting for a long time, and gradually getting to know each other's spleen, stomach and habits, the two of them completely ignored each other's age differences and became familiar with each other as objects of equal communication.

Unlike others, Yang Yi is a gaze of appreciation when he stands from a high place and a person who has experienced it. The director of the Oriental TV regards the young man as his friend, not as a friend of his age, but as a person who is very close to his psychological age and various views on things.

"Self-employed is just self-employed, and I don't think there is anything wrong with self-employed people." Yang Yi shrugged disapprovingly: "Anyway, as long as the facts prove that the route I insisted on is correct, the employees of Yangyi Culture will naturally believe in my vision and leadership."

"Haha, so confident? Then you still have no confidence in the ratings of "The End of the Book" this time?"

"Director Mei, you seem to have made a mistake? I am not optimistic about the increase in the ratings of "The End of the Record" during the university holiday, but it is another matter to the ratings of "The End of the Record" itself." Yang Yi waved his hand and said, "Forget it. It's about to start broadcasting soon. We'll wait to watch the demerits counted in the director's studio before talking about them."

With a slightly decadent classical organ accompaniment. The theme song of "The Record of the End" recalls the studio of Oriental Channel. The slightly dark style is mixed with a hint of excitement and enterprising. It seems that just like the whole animation is about to show, seeking the final light in the darkness, and then the scenes carefully drawn by Yang Yi animation employees. Although it is rushing to work, it can achieve a high-quality effect of 24 frames per second, but after all, a novel worldview and refreshing various settings are placed in front of you. Therefore, the attractiveness of the entire opening song is not small, and even Yang Yi, who has watched a movie, can't help but savor it again.

"Three-Seven percent!" A voice of surprise came over. After the female staff member in charge of data statistics in the director's room took a look at the numbers on the screen in front of her, her eyes lit up, and then turned her head and whispered and excitedly reported to the microphone.

If this data is placed in an animation that has been popular for a while and collects data in the middle, it can only be considered a normal one. A number that is not bad or not very good can be replaced by a brand new cartoon, and the advertising time is limited. So far, only the small audience in the Yangtze River Delta region knows the exact broadcast time animation, which is enough to make people feel excited. Because there is still a lot of room for improvement in the future, which is worth looking forward to.

The most important thing is that so far, the animation has not even finished singing the opening song. It has only been more than half a minute. Many young audience members may be running on the way home or they may have just picked up the remote control of the TV. They have not been able to lock it onto the Oriental Station.

So Yang Yi was very calm and had a good start. But the final result is still to be tested during the movie watching process. As the female staff turned back again, in just one minute and thirty-seven seconds of opening song, the boy became more sure - it actually rose by half a point? Now it is 4.2% - this animation can at least achieve a pretty good result in this summer market. As for whether it is a great success, it seems that it is not impossible.

The opening song was finally finished, and the picture also came to the topic. The TV screens of countless families suddenly became dark, and then the advertisement once played, a group of mutated beasts and insects, these creatures that once lived in human cities, suddenly appeared in front of countless small audiences in another kind of hideous posture that they had never shown on this blue planet.

The home of Xia Song, the Municipal Party Committee and Minister of Propaganda, happened to be the weekend today, and there were few social gatherings, so Minister Xia was serving a cup of tea and waiting slowly in front of the TV. Xia Yuchao, who was standing next to him, seemed to want to say something after looking at his father strangely, but in the end he suppressed his inner thoughts and quietly said nothing, waiting for the start of the TV program. But just as he was waiting for the TV program, the father next to him suddenly reached out and picked up the remote control and changed it to the central set.

"Dad..." Xia Yuchao's family, his parents' education is not like that of some high-ranking officials and nobles, or they are willing to let go or strictly require it. They are almost at the two extremes of family tutoring. Xia Song also has disappointment and emotion about his son, who is not outrageous in his hobbies, but in the end he still calmly accepted the current reality. No matter what, as long as his son can grow up healthily and not become a playboy who is disgusted with everyone, it is already a very good result. Forced him to learn some skills in dealing with people and prepare for him in the future to enter the political arena, it is indeed a difficult task. Therefore, as long as Xia Yuchao does not have any special behavior, Xia Song usually lets things go.

It is precisely because of this that after hearing Xia Yuchao's "Dad" who wanted to speak, the Propaganda Minister turned his head and looked over with a smile: "What's wrong? Is there any TV program waiting to watch? Don't worry, what your father wants to watch this time is sure to be exactly what you like, an animation."

Hum? What?
Chapter completed!