In modern time and space, Chen Ye came out of the time and space tunnel and stood in the bedroom of the yacht.
Shuttle on the yacht is an experiment, and when you return, the iron plate on the yacht is equivalent to the yacht becoming a coordinate point.
"I don't know, if I travel back to the Ming Dynasty on a rocket, will I be in outer space?"
As Chen Ye muttered this, his consciousness was already looking at the display window. There were two boxes in total, which contained the logbook of Zheng He's voyages to the Western Seas.
There are eight sets in total. The first seven records are rubbings from the Xuande period. It has been passed to Zheng Zhilong for hundreds of years.
There is also a relatively new one, which is the rubbing of the eighth voyage of the Jiajing period. There is also a very crucial information in this voyage, which is the burial place of Zheng He in India.
In addition to the boxes, there are two wooden boats. Through the display window, you can clearly see the appearance of the sunken ship. After nearly two hundred years of wind and frost, the treasure ship has decayed and is covered with coral reefs.
The entire treasure ship has been collected by the system and is relatively complete. However, according to the remarks, as long as the ship is thrown into the sea again, due to the instantaneous change in seawater pressure, it will become extremely fragile and cannot be salvaged.
"Hey, it looks like the ship can be left to Kenya?
But it’s okay, if you take it all, others will be anxious, so it’s good to leave a part like this.”
After calling Su Qing on his mobile phone, Chen Ye walked to the living room and took out the box of the voyage book and opened it.
A few minutes later, Su Qing, wearing sun protection clothing, rushed over.
"Boss, the sun near the equator is so poisonous. You see, I wear sunscreen and moisturizing lotion every day, but my skin still turns darker and thicker. This trip is a waste."
"Who told you to wear a bathing suit during the day?"
Chen Ye asked Su Qing to walk into the living room and handed her the navigation log. After three days of sailing, the people in the company were slightly tired of life on the ship.
"This is about Zheng He's voyage log. You ask them to make a copy of it and then hand it over to the two people who promised it not long ago when they go back."
"Okay, I've done something."
Su Qing happily carried the box and went out. She had no doubts about why the box appeared on the ship.
After Chen Ye waited for Su Qing to leave, he took out his mobile phone and sent the farewell song he had recorded in Ming Dynasty to the public relations department, and then continued to plan how to film his acting clips.
China mainland.
At Daming Trading Co., Ltd. in Shenzhen City, the staff left behind in the public relations department were setting the rhythm on the keyboard to attract Chen Ye, an antique enthusiast and self-made star, when they suddenly received an email from the boss.
"Sister Mei, here comes an email from the chairman, asking us to check for duplication of a piece of music. If there is no overlap, upload it to the Internet."
"I saw it, Xiao Li, please check it quickly. The music sounds quite interesting, but it's a little dry."
"Sister Mei, do you still know music?"
The person called Sister Mei, while instructing the people below to work according to the predetermined routine, was modest and nonsense at the same time.
Her music evaluation is completely her own nonsense, but whether the music is good or not, she is telling the truth.
Soon, the person known as Xiao Li first used software to accurately identify the music, but saw no results and then vaguely identified it.
After listening to the vaguely recognized music to make sure there were no identical repetitions, I gave Sister Mei a positive answer.
"Since there is nothing wrong with the music, let's get to work!"
"Okay!"
In an instant, more than ten people began to be busy in the small office.
Someone used Chen Ye's name to apply for patents and copyrights for this music at home and abroad.
Including the music score, original sound, and the sound sequence of the music props, the fastest time in this regard is thirty days, but after all, they have people, so they can do it first and wait for the time to take effect.
Some people use software to control dozens of accounts to comment on major music, movie, and TV series forums in order.
Someone used Chen Ye's personal blog, some music and other software to upload the recorded video.
There were also people who applied for funds for Sister Mei and began to send money to the big Vs and public figures who cooperated with her to push her content.
At Shencheng University, Leng Xinke and his classmates are preparing for the live broadcast. As contemporary college students, they have caught the live broadcast wave very well and made some small money.
As he was changing clothes, he used to swipe through the swipe to see other people's inspirations. Suddenly, a video with shudder+ came out.
This video seems to be a performance scene of a retro letter band, playing a piece of classical music.
"Hey, Media Department of Daming Trading Co., Ltd.? Which company is this? Look at this dress, this layout..."
Leng Xinke suddenly paused, took the phone back in his hand, and looked at it carefully.
"These musical instruments are carefully designed with retro styling, as well as the clothing design, and this house, hiss, where did this rich company come from?"
After being attracted by the look, Leng Xinke listened to the music carefully and opened the comment area.
"That's amazing! I just asked our professor who studies Chinese classical music. The costumes worn by everyone here are all original and have not been modified.
There are also their musical instruments, such as sheng bells, fou, foot drums, lutes, guzhengs, reed pipes, shengs, and Xiaos, all of which are antique and original.
These people are completely replicating the music troupes of the Ming Dynasty."
"I also noticed that this music publisher named Chen Ye is a very popular domestic tycoon recently. It is said that his company specializes in buying domestic products for foreigners."
Two comments with more than 10,000 likes came into view. Leng Xinke looked down and saw that the first few rows were posted by trolls. Such comments and likes could be seen by people in the industry at a glance.
However, based on these contents, he could still tell that the quality of the video itself was not high.
Especially after listening to the music for a while, this kind of music that was slightly murderous and full of tragedy made the cold drink department feel that there was something to grasp.
"Brother Leng, it's time to start broadcasting."
"Coming, coming."
Leng Xinke started broadcasting normally, but I was just thinking about it. Suddenly I saw someone in the comment area saying that the May 4th Youth Day was coming, and Leng Xinke was instantly inspired.
This music is originally passionate, and combined with the silk and bamboo drum beats, it expresses a pre-war momentum of no hesitation.
There are several climaxes in it, which add up to more than two minutes, which are very suitable for editing videos.
So after he explained his thoughts to the fans in the live broadcast room, he went off to find materials, edited them, and finally dubbed them like this.
When the music and pictures flowed together, Leng Xinke instantly knew that he was going to become popular.
Thanks to the company's massive promotion and the popularity of Youth Day, he soon had a video with millions of likes.
Sure enough, as soon as the video was uploaded, countless people came across the video through the connection of the song name and the huge centenary time and space commemorative subtitles.
A female anchor with tens of millions of dollars saw the video and clicked on it.
The prelude is a little depressing, and the scene shows Mr. Dazhao walking to the execution ground. In the various spliced plots, the music gradually becomes more and more exciting.
Thousands of young people shouted again, and the drumbeats of music sounded, like bullets hitting the young people, and it seemed to represent their steps forward.
After the female anchor forwarded this video, it was the anniversary. In various film and television plots, the music inspired people's resonance.
From the public relations department of Daming Trading Co., Ltd., Sister Mei looked at the popularity summarized on the computer and felt a little unbelievable.
"Qiqi, how does the certain music platform you are responsible for operate?
The popularity of farewell has risen to the second place, and the first five items are all related to farewell? Is the first one still May 4th + farewell?"
"I don't know, Sister Mei. It seems that there is an anchor who edited our music and incorporated Youth Day elements into it, and it became popular on the Internet."
"Immediately warm him up, ask him if he is willing to come to our company, and send an email to the boss to ask for credit."
Under Sister Mei's instructions, the public relations department worked all night.
It was already late at night in Shencheng, but it was still dusk in the Indian Ocean at this moment.
Chen Ye saw the video uploaded by the public relations department, nodded with satisfaction, and approved the bonus and the recruitment of the anchor.
The time is still short, and it is not enough to ignite the love atmosphere for ancient culture in China. It would be too false to expect changes in one song.
But he believes that with the emergence of each piece of music and each ancient book, China's cultural atmosphere will definitely pay attention to these things that it has passed down.
"However, this farewell song is too murderous. Next time I will make a more cheerful song."
Looking at the setting sun on the sea level, Chen Ye felt a little uncomfortable. For the time in the Indian Ocean, close to Kenya, it was night, and for Chinese time, it was early morning.
Nothing happened, so Chen Ye could only go into the bedroom and sleep. One day later, they would go to Kenya.
But before I had slept for long, the system prompted me that there was news coming from Chongzhen. Due to the time difference, it happened to be the morning of the Ming Dynasty.
"Chongzhen: Shopkeeper, there is news from the Royal Trading Company. Recently, several groups of people from the foreign caravan are inquiring about you and want to find you."
"Chen Ye: Huh? Why do they suddenly want to find me? If they want to buy something, they should just talk to Caiwei and the others? Although there is nothing to talk about."
Royal Merchant's products all have fixed prices, and what can be negotiated is the delivery time and order quantity.
"Chongzhen: I don't know. They just want to get on the line with you. They probably have something to say. It is said that their caravan brought more than 800,000 taels of gold this time.
Also, the Jin Yiwei found out that the caravan reported from Tianjin Port with Abel and the others was very complicated, and there were also several Japanese people among them, who were very active."
"Chen Ye: More than 800,000 taels? Japanese people?"
Chen Ye was still a little confused at first, but everyone woke up after hearing this number.
It's not like he has never seen money before, but he has never seen gold reaching this amount. It can become a golden mountain.
"Chen Ye: Just tell them to meet in three days. I should have just arranged the company's affairs at that time. By the way, monitor who they have been in contact with recently."
Especially those from the Japanese country. They didn’t say how deep their layout was towards the Ming Dynasty, but they had been in contact with it for the longest time and integrated into it the fastest. It was easy to cause trouble.”
"Chongzhen: I understand."
After finishing chatting with Chongzhen, Chen Ye walked out of the cabin and blew in the sea breeze to wake up.
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