"Not bad, right? The information from the two of you is definitely in the most eye-catching position." Mark smiled proudly.
The poster adopts the popular concert playlist design style: light background, bold artistic words, and classical decorative frame
The content is a new batch of record marketing information for the third quarter of Hoffman Records, and the record of Fanning, Sheeran and the Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra undoubtedly occupies the largest font and the most conspicuous part of it.
Location..
Not only did he use several sets of gimmicky keywords and data to emphasize his artistic attainments and market appeal, but he also pointed out that the two were the company's latest cooperative artists, and the signing type was directly a "great" signing.
In addition to ordinary signing contracts, Hoffmann Records also has three levels from bottom to top: "Famous" signing, "Great" signing, and "Master" signing, or the English equivalent of "Famous", "Great", "
"Master", the cooperation method that Fan Ning had previously discussed for the two of them has reached the "Great" range.
Seeing Fan Ning's extremely serious expression, staring at the poster without blinking, Mark quickly reminded him again, "So, when will you come to the company to discuss the publishing plan for the next album in detail? I'll help you make arrangements in advance."
Naturally, he invested so much advertising money to increase his value, but it was not for this record. Due to the stupid cooperation model before, the subsequent sales of this record had nothing to do with him.
After the concert that night, Mark went to report to his boss with trepidation. Due to his outstanding achievements and shared honors, his boss' attitude was generally mild, but hints of pressure between the lines filled the entire negotiation room.
——The next album must be negotiated quickly, and the losses must be earned back together. Do you understand what I mean?
Fan Ning finally looked up: "Maybe it's a studio record of piano solo, consider adding a few bonus songs like the last concert."
"I heard about the magical large-scale variations you performed at the poet Bassani's condolence meeting." Mark's eyes lit up, "Of course I have another suggestion here. Maybe you can play "No.
I believe that a large number of music fans will also pay for the commercial performance of "Symphony"."
"So which train are you going to post it on?" Fan Ning returned to the original topic, "As far as I know, there are 24 trains in the subway system."
At present, the total turnaround time of this line for round trip + buffering is 2 hours, and the operation interval is every 5 minutes. Its non-interfering interval operation relies on the precise calculation of the difference engine and the scheduling operation of the command operator.
"The advertising fee we paid only covers trains No. 9 and 10, plus a small number of slots at Tulip Plaza Station in the city center." Mark said with a sneer, "So they are simply asking for a lot of money.
, but the traffic it has shown in the past six months is unmatched. If there were other choices, I would definitely tear up the draft contract in front of the black-hearted guys from the railway company at the negotiation table!"
"Perhaps other cooperative merchants think so too." Fan Ning shook his head and smiled, "Do you mind if we experience the process of your advertisement entering the public eye with you?"
"Of course you're welcome." Mark said quickly, and then he looked at the expressions and postures of the other two people again, and said after careful consideration, "However, I have a small suggestion here."
"oh?"
"You two are now in a period of rapid rise in fame. More and more people or music fans will recognize your identities, and more and more media will chase your news."
He said in a sincere and tactful tone: "With your handsome men and beautiful women's elegant temperament and glorious image, when traveling together, well, today we are going to travel together, which no longer belongs to this category. This mainly refers to the fact that there are only two people in private."
When traveling, especially in public places, if you want to avoid the trouble of accidental misunderstandings or reduce the risk of being made public, it is best to try to avoid suspicion or use some disguise."
Xilan on the side gradually widened her eyes as she listened.
"Of course this is just my personal guess." At this point, Mark coughed twice again: "Well, another possibility is that this is not a misunderstanding. So my suggestion is to seek a professional brokerage team and follow the scientific media
According to the rules, the close relationship between the two will be gradually exposed to create appropriate stunts, rather than spontaneously growing wildly among the public and the media."
Finally, he smiled coquettishly, his eyes filled with the light of gold pounds: "In this way, we can maximize the box office and record profits of the two future performances, and let everyone spend as much money as possible in their pockets. Such professional
Business is also what our company is good at.”
"It's a pertinent suggestion." Fan Ning's statement made Mark confused for a moment as to which piece of advice this corresponded to.
"Woo!——"
A high-pitched whistle sounded, and the steam train's head shone with a few dazzling white lights, dragging a long string of carriages roaring from the distance of the tunnel, blowing out billowing smoke, and gradually stopped with a clang.
"Are you sure there are only five carriages in a train? From the outside, it looks like there are twenty or thirty carriages." Fan Ning looked at the steam giant in front of him, like a steel monster.
Although compared with the previous subway, its power is primitive and its speed is mediocre, but it is much larger in terms of length, width and height. Steel pipes are exposed everywhere in the huge body, and the gaps are filled with carbon slag and black ash. Cooling water
It keeps dripping towards the track.
Several people in the queue boarded the train.
…
"Mr. Adair, is this a part used for subway ventilation or exhausting train steam?"
At Tonalaisen Station to the north, Joan's spirit was not tired, and her eyes were staring at a dark pit on the ground.
It is about twenty centimeters in diameter and is located in an inconspicuous corner at the junction of the steam fan room and the tunnel. If Qiong had not relied on her near-mid-level wound perception ability to ask the staff to remove the piled construction waste, it would have definitely been
Can't find its existence.
"They usually go upwards, at least to the side." Lu's tone was also very puzzled, "Wait a minute, I've already asked someone to check whether it was built in the original design plan."
The inner wall of this pit has a rough and uneven mud feel, and it looks pitch black and bottomless, but its diameter is too small to be a secret passage that can be passed by humans.
Just now, a few people found the longest metal rod they could find, but they didn't dig it to the bottom. Its depth was at least more than five meters.
"Mr. Adair, the original design drawings of the site did have the mark of this pothole, so it should have been dug by the laborers in the construction team themselves." A technical worker wearing a safety helmet ran panting.
Came over.
"So, what is the purpose?" Lu asked, staring at him.
"It doesn't indicate any purpose, it's just a small circular pattern."
"Who designed this before and who reviewed it?"
"It may be difficult to investigate, at least for a while, and it will be difficult for us to hold people accountable even if there are irregularities in approval."
"I dug out all the relevant official documents, meeting minutes, payment bills, approval and acceptance forms over the years, and dug out all the signature links one by one. Can't find it?" Lu spoke faster.
The technician reminded with some embarrassment: "Mr. Adair, this subway line has been proposed since 882 of the New Calendar, and the preliminary design work was completed in 886. Strictly speaking, it has a history of more than 30 years now.
Even though it has been 13 years since the start of construction, you should know how irregular the various ledger retention, approval management and risk control methods were when the empire's industrial development was advancing by leaps and bounds."
"Isn't this a dig instigated by some secret organization?" the leading police officer tried to ask.
"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Lu frowned and stared at the black hole.
"And" the technician hesitated to speak.
"what else?"
"And there are more than one similar logo on the design drawings. There have been at least five or six in this area recently." The technician's tone was also filled with doubts.
What does this mean? Groundhog?
Lu frowned: "If this is all done by a secret organization, it only means that the data of the guys in the Special Patrol Office are seriously inaccurate. The number of people who have violated the ban may be one-third of the official insiders? I think
It should be three times. No wonder everyone is tired of putting out fires. There is nothing the Insight can do about the rats hiding in the sewers of an industrial city with a population of four to five million people." He then frowned and made a decision, "Since the purpose is unknown, no matter what their motives are, let's get rid of them first.
Seal it, use glue, or cover it with some glass or board."
"OK."
At this moment, the faint noise from the direction of the public platform suddenly rose several levels.
"What's going on over there? Come over and take a look." Lu led a few people to move, and other staff members began to look for sealing materials.
"Mr. Director, train No. 10 stopped 1 kilometer away from the current station. Due to an inexplicable power failure, there was a commotion among the waiting passengers." A minute later, the liaison staff brought the news.
"It's already nine o'clock. The peak period is supposed to be over. Why are there more and more people?" Lu pressed his pocket watch and then looked at the waves of people outside the diversion cordon.
"Maybe it's the closing ceremony? Because the last stop was Tulip Square Station, not far from the National Concert Hall." the staff guessed.
Passengers can go wherever they want and depart when they want. There is no reason to question them one by one.
"And it's a power failure again?" Lu looked towards the end of the tunnel, one kilometer away, but relatively straight, and the car lights at the end of his field of vision were faintly visible.
"Yes, but the cause has been identified. Occasional minor problems can be repaired within twenty minutes. Other trains in the loop have been notified, and passengers on the train have also been emphasized not to get off the train and walk in the tunnel without permission."
Looking at the crowds of passengers, Lu felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.
The reason was found immediately.
However, are you experiencing a power failure?
…
To the south, the train at Noblewin Quarry Station started slowly.
Fanning and Sheeran stood facing each other holding the armrests.
The seats have long been occupied. In such a large carriage, the standing passengers will not be pressed together, but the distance between people is less than one step on average. Looking at the number of people in each carriage, there are steadily over a hundred.
This is still due to current limiting.
"What do you mean by 'sound advice' just now?" Sheeran felt a little restrained and wanted to talk about something.
"I agree with Mark's discussion of professionalism." Fan Ning replied immediately.
The two were silent for a moment.
"This is my first time taking the subway, is it yours?" She changed the topic to a boring topic, and began to feel that her question was inappropriate.
"It's my first time too." After Fan Ning answered, he thought about whether this answer was rigorous.
"Then have we never traveled far together?" she asked again.
"Didn't we set out together to Santaram Castle a few days ago?" Fan Ning was a little confused.
"Okay, then do you think the overcrowded experience now is not as comfortable as a carriage or a car?"
"I think it's pretty good."
"oh."
Sheeran pulled the armrest above her head and looked at Fan Ning calmly. More and more passengers were crowding into the car. The distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer, and their breathing could be heard.
"Mr. Fanning, we need to post it all the way from the rear carriage." At this time, Mark squeezed through the crowd and squeezed between the two of them, "Are you interested in experiencing it from the beginning?"
"Not interested." The girl replied immediately.
"Okay, okay, it doesn't matter. I'll post it to the first section later." So Mark started to squeeze toward the back again, "This is a delicate job. The position must be correct, the pasting must be firm, and there must be no curling or folding corners.
There are too many passengers, it will take some time, sorry, sir,"
"What's wrong with you?" Fan Ning noticed that the deep blush in her skin spread from her cheeks to her collarbone.
"Ah? I was thinking about this magical underground rail transit system." Sheeran looked away and looked at the gas lights on the tunnel wall passing by outside the window for a few seconds before looking at Fan Ning's face again.
"Do you know how they were built? I find it a bit unbelievable why such a huge underground project was built, but the top of it still looks like a normal metropolis."
"You are thinking too magically." Feeling the girl's sweet breath, Fan Ning blinked and smiled, "They call it the 'cover and backfill' method. It seems to be a special term, but in fact it is the first thing you can think of.
directly excavated in the most violent way.”
"What is that?" The train stopped at the next station, a passenger next to him got up, and Sheeran pressed against Fan Ning in the avoidance room.
"There is a seat here, ladies first." Fan Ning reminded her.
"Hurry up, please, I'm too slow." Sheeran continued to ask, so the seat was occupied by someone else within a few seconds.
"First demolish all the buildings on the road, then dig a huge trench, then seal it with bricks and cement and backfill the trench, and finally rebuild the buildings and transportation facilities on the ground." Fan Ning described to her concisely.
In the previous life, the first subway in London used the same technology and only built a little over 6 kilometers and 7 stations. However, the people of this old industrial city developed the aesthetics of violence to the extreme. For the first time, they dug more than 20 kilometers in one go and installed 16 stations.
, and the car is a bit big.
"Ah, what a huge waste of destruction." She sighed, then distanced herself.
"Yes, this technology needs to be updated. The cost is too high and the risk is too high. The original surface construction will make the foundation of the excavation project unstable, and the troublesome weather in Santalan Fort will cause water and soil accumulation in the pits from time to time.
The tunnel was loose and collapsed. In order to discharge the thick smoke generated by the steam train underground, after the tunnel was completed, ventilation holes needed to be drilled to connect to the manhole cover on the ground."
Therefore, the most common argument among conservatives in the parliament, including most people in the media, about their future expectations is that "passengers will either be buried to death by landslides or poisoned by steam smoke."
It can be said that its completion has gone through many doubts and many obstacles. Fan Ning was not born in this life when the motion was made. From design to demonstration to construction to completion, it was already time-traveled before he read the news about the trial operation of the subway in the classroom.
Its pleasant experience immediately caused a 180-degree turn in the attitude of the citizens. Compared with riding a horse-drawn carriage every day in paralyzed traffic and anxiously counting pocket watches, this was simply a miraculous thing, and it immediately became the lifeblood of transportation in the imperial capital.
component.
"Sir, you may want to get up, we are putting up posters."
After the train traveled forward a series of stations, Mark finally returned to the carriage where Fanning and Sheeran were.
After a gentleman in high-collared casual clothes stood up, the staff put a few old newspapers on the stool, stepped on it, took a tape measure and glue and started drawing.
"Thank you, thank you so much." Mark, who was crowded in the crowd, did not forget to bow slightly.
"You're welcome." The other party looked at the black and white poster being pressed against the wall and subconsciously uttered a short phrase.
Then Fan Ning heard the voice on the other side, and a light flashed in his eyes.
"Is something wrong?" Xilan noticed something strange and asked quietly.
Since a space has been vacated, the squeeze of the crowd is spreading outward.
Fan Ning moved closer to her ear and whispered in a low voice: "The voice just now seemed to be the 'Experience Officer' Erof."