Survival in the wilderness accidentally built a super first line

For a while,

Wu Shuang's live broadcast room became a sea of ​​joy, so much so that in the next hour or so, he talked about topics related to feathers.

At the same time, just when there is noisy here, in the fourth green brick courtyard,

"A Good Life" director Huang Xing is answering the phone.

"Director Huang, when will this show be cut?"

On the other end of the phone came the voice of Mu Xiaocheng produced by Qingmang.

"Mr. Mu, today's recording was very successful. There are too many materials available... I guess it won't take much time to cut out."

After thinking about it, Huang Xing told the truth.

Today I’ve been shooting for a day, so I don’t have to worry about what to watch, but how to choose.

After all, the relevant departments have regulations that the on-star program cannot exceed two hours.

"Can't take too much time? That's great...Can it be broadcast in two weeks?"

Mu Xiaocheng's voice on the phone sounded a little worried.

"Two weeks? Mr. Mu, why are you so anxious?"

"Dongyin Zhangcheng’s first-broadcast ratings for the variety show 10,000 sea fishing have come out, reaching 0.9. In addition, I have received reliable news that Jiang Xinyan’s desert cross-country on the left hand side will also be officially filmed tomorrow. Their show just started from At the beginning of the subject, so it will be broadcast in two weeks later...In addition to these, other super-first-line players also have their own actions..."

At this point, Mu Xiaocheng stopped.

He knew Huang Xing should understand what he meant.

If this variety show is broadcast later, the effect may be worse, and it will even be flanked by various variety shows.

really,

Huang Xing blurted out the next moment,

"Mr Mu meant to officially start broadcasting in two weeks? Will it be promoted in this way..."

The variety show "Good Life" invites people at the level of national scholars and does not have much traffic.

The traffic of the entire program was supported by Tong Ya and Wu Shuang in the early stage. Without publicity, the ratings might not be as stable as imagined.

"You don't have to worry about the promotion, as long as the film is cut out in two weeks."

"Then... OK, Mr. Mu!"

"Ok!"

In this way, after a few more conversations, the two hung up.

Standing in the small courtyard took a long breath,

Huang Xing looked at the phone and frowned uncontrollably.

"The ratings for the first broadcast of Ten Thousand Sea Fishing reached 0.9, which is really amazing... The King is the King, and his own fan base is definitely not blown out, so to speak... Jiang Xinyan's premiere ratings for variety shows. It certainly won't be too low!"

Muttering to himself, Huang Xing entered his house.

........

In Shanghai, late at night, at the home of an ordinary person in a residential area,

An old man who was about 60 years old was sitting on the sofa with his mobile phone and watching something.,

"Old man, it's almost twelve o'clock, still not resting?"

At this moment, an old lady passed by the bedroom door, and she stared at the old man in dissatisfaction and said.

"Old lady, I want to try!"

When the old man heard this, he slowly raised his head and revealed a vicissitudes of life.

"Try it? Old man...can we face the reality? You are not the same you were thirty years ago. Isn't it tiring to watch so many job advertisements every day?"

Hearing this, the old lady seemed to be used to it.

A hint of distress flashed in his eyes while complaining.

His old man's name is Bai Dasheng,

Don't look at it now. He was also a man of the Xia Kingdom for thirty years. Because of the secret scores uploaded by his ancestors, he could make a full-feast of the Han Dynasty, so he was called the God of Cooking.

It is a pity that he was unfortunately infected during a previous so-called virus raging.

Although the disease was cured in the end, he lost his sense of taste forever because of the effects of the medication.

What kind of experience is it for a chef to lose his sense of taste?

Since then, Bai Dasheng has been devastated and lost his job as a chef at a top restaurant. He has also fallen into depression.

Until a few years ago, he felt that the disappearing taste seemed to slowly come back.

So I wanted to go out and look for work again.

However, the times have changed,

Thirty years later, it is no longer the era of his white prosperity, but the era of foreign Michelin star chefs.

Plus the age is older,

Those young HRs who have never heard of Bai Dasheng's name will pass directly as soon as they see their resumes, and will not give any chance to interview or test dishes at all.

Now the old couple opened a small restaurant by themselves,

Although customers are full every day, Bai Dasheng still can't stop Bai Dasheng's desire to return to the top.

The street shop is not his place.

"No, that's why I want to try it myself in the desert..."

At this moment, Bai Dasheng's eyes were not only firm but firm.

"Try it in the desert? Old man, are you really confused? Haven't you been looking for the chef's work? What are you doing in the desert? You still don't think there is enough hair on your marinated egg?"

As soon as it heard this, the old woman frowned, and she reached out to come over and touch her old man's forehead.

After years of depression, Bai Dasheng was already bald, revealing his scorched brown scalp.

"A star built an ancient architecture complex in the Tengli Desert, which is a 4A-level scenic spot. The largest ancient architecture restaurant is hiring a chef...In addition to the high salary, there are opportunities to purchase ancient architecture."

Bai Dasheng clenched his fists subconsciously.

The job advertisement attracted him not the 4A scenic spot, but the ancient Chinese restaurant.

The cuisine he is best at is groped from the ancient books left by his ancestors. If those dishes can be placed in real ancient architecture, the feeling... definitely surpasses the state of thirty years ago.

"In the desert? Are you talking about Wu Shuang?"

However, Bai Dasheng didn't say that it was okay, when he said that the old lady's eyes were brighter than his.

"Well, it seems to be that..."

"Why don't you try that old man, don't submit your resume this time, go directly to the desert to find him as an interviewer!"

"Why are you..."

Seeing that his old lady's attitude was too bad, Bai Dasheng felt a little confused.

"I couldn't fall asleep some time ago and accidentally listened to the story he told..."

"Huh? He is the one you are talking about?"

Bai Dasheng suddenly realized.

Recently, my old lady kept saying that a celebrity told a very good story, and she asked him to listen to it, saying that after listening, she didn’t think about the messy things.

The result...it was a coincidence.

"Yeah! Go!"

"Then I will leave tomorrow..."

......

The night gradually deepened. Except for the night owls who stayed up all night and the hard-working night workers, most of the people in Xia State had already entered their dreams.

But at this time, Wu Shuang, who turned off the live broadcast, still did not rest.

He just finished reading a piece of information passed by Qiao Shan.

"Build a high-speed rail station to completely open up the connection between Guyuan Village and the outside world? And connect this high-speed rail station to the entire Xia State high-speed rail network?"

Touching his chin, Wu Shuang muttered to himself while looking at the cover of the information.