After the program pre-recording briefing session was completed, there were only three days left until the first episode of "Talent Co., Ltd." would officially start recording.
Miao Miao's daily work reports began to be mixed with real-time progress information from several parties: "office building" decoration progress, program promotion warm-up plan, flight guest invitation plan, etc.
Yan Qing could see that everyone was working hard to ensure that the first issue of "Talent Co., Ltd." was released on time, and even he had correspondingly reduced the time he spent polishing his acting skills in the film room.
On Wednesday morning, Yan Qing spent time in the general manager's office, carefully looking at the pile of tree hole contributions that Miao Miao had printed out for him.
When Miao Miao organized the documents and handed them to Yan Qing, she also explained a few words:
"Brother Qing'er, I originally planned to do a round of screening for you, but it turned out that there were only more than thirty submissions assigned to me, so I printed out one for you."
"Director Luo also said that the big data cloud computing of Whisper has screened out thousands of invalid submissions for us, so... we don't have no submissions."
Miao Miao seemed a little worried about Yan Qing's overthinking.
"It's okay, little meow. Maybe one day you will sift through manuscripts until you feel like vomiting."
Yan Qing didn't take it seriously and even comforted Miao Miao that she would have more choices in the future.
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It took Yan Qing a whole morning to read through the more than 30 submissions to Shudong. The contents of the private messages ranged from long to short, and the types also covered various emotions such as love, career, friendship, and regret.
"Are you going to become a variety show star in the future?"
Yan Qing felt a little happy in her heart. She was a music producer in her previous life, and after time travel, her acting skills were integrated into muscle memory. As a result, by chance, she could only be passively pushed to the path of online variety shows.
Seeing that Yan Qing had read all the submissions, Miao Miao began to share with him the news updated in the morning in the work group "Project Department of Talent Co., Ltd.", her voice was still soft and waxy:
"Brother Qing'er, Shao Qing and their reform think tank have already taken the show's camera crew to that person's school to shoot. It's just the first day of the meeting, and look at it, we haven't even spoken a word about it."
Miao Miao seemed a little anxious. She handed her phone to Yan Qing and shook it.
"Also... Brother Qing'er, look... Shao Qing posted their copywriting content in the group, saying that he hopes it can be linked with our opening video, so it is best for our style to be consistent with theirs."
Looking at the smartphone in front of her that was similar to the style of Fruit
Yan Qing controlled his facial muscles so as not to show any signs, took the phone from Miao Miao's hand calmly, and said with a smile to Miao Miao:
"Then let me take a look at what style their copywriting is."
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"It's interesting. The copywriter Shao Qing found is of a very high level, like Zhang Oudi who has a sense of high-end."
Yan Qing carefully read the copywriting written by Shao Qing and commented silently in his mind. He also had a rough idea in his mind on how to link his opening video.
"You have to make sure that there is no such thing as Zhang Oudi in this world line."
Yan Qing, who was still vigilant, looked at the computer in front of Miao Miao's desk and considered his words:
"I also have an idea here. I need to check the information first to make sure there are no creative conflicts."
Miao Miao didn't think much about it at all. She stood up and jumped down from the boss's chair which was a little too wide, and generously handed over the computer to Yan Qing.
After entering multiple keywords on major video websites and checking carefully to confirm that there was no such thing as Zhang Oudi in this world, Yan Qing stood up and handed the computer back to Miao Miao.
After reading the copy provided by Shao Qing, Yan Qing immediately thought of the famous Jumei Youpin advertising short film in his previous life. The style matched the copy written by Weng Huaijing. After careful confirmation, he
I put down my worries and talked to Miao Miao about my copywriting ideas.
Miao Miao operated the computer to record Yan Qing's story according to each set of shots, while not forgetting to make suggestions for Yan Qing:
In the first and second set of the video, she can play an office girl, and the other one can ask Zhou Peipei to make a guest appearance.
We only need to hire a slightly older actor, and other office colleagues can find members of the show team to make guest appearances.
The location can be photographed near the "office building".
Yan Qing thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
Indeed, Miao Miao and Zhou Peipei are quite suitable for the roles, after all, they have outstanding images and temperament.
The original version of the previous life may have been about a long-standing relationship, but the picture quality is not high, and the actors are almost all amateurs. If I filmed it myself, I should be able to do a better job.
Yan Qing and Miao Miao began to exchange ideas on shooting:
"I can act in the third and fifth sets of shots myself, and the actor hired in the first set of shots can play the hero's father by changing his clothes and putting on makeup.
For the fourth group, you can directly edit clips from my previous works and use them.
Xiaomiao, after you finish the copywriting, send it to the group, say hello to Shao Qing, and then ask the photographer and Zhou Peipei to start shooting at the "office building" tomorrow morning."
"Yes, Brother Qing'er, you can call Mr. Qian Dejun in your unit. Uncle Qian likes you the most. Besides, the People's Art Department has been on holiday for the past few months, and Uncle Qian doesn't take many outside dramas.
He will definitely agree to help. Forget it, I'll fight, I'll fight, Uncle Qian likes me better."
Yan Qing was quite familiar with this name. There was a number named "Teacher Qian Dejun" in the address book on his mobile phone. He was calculating how to deal with possible situations without leaving any trace.
Miao Miaojiao smiled and pushed away the keyboard, picked up her cell phone and called Qian Dejun.
As expected, Qian Dejun just asked in detail about the plot outline and shooting time, and then readily agreed and ended the call without saying anything to Yan Qing.
Miao Miaomiao quickly completed the copy and sent it directly to Shao Qing.
With nothing to do, Yan Qing started looking at the manuscript paper in his hand again, thinking about what kind of piece he would write for the first issue.
After a while, Shao Qing called back. Miao Miao turned on the amplifier and took Yan Qing to talk to Shao Qing.
Shao Qing first praised the copywriter's imagination. She quickly confirmed her work schedule for tomorrow with Zhou Peipei, and then told Miao Miao that she would send a car to dress up Peipei and take her to the "office building" to cooperate with Yan Qing.
shooting plan.
Yan Qing did not expect that it would go so smoothly with Shao Qing's full cooperation.
Unexpectedly, Shao Qing on the other end of the phone did not hang up, but continued to say that although he was very embarrassed, he still wanted to ask Yan Qing for something, if it was convenient for him.
Yan Qing knew that Shao Qing must be up to no good. Shao Qing was a powerful person. If he wanted to do a good job in the show, it would be better to maintain a harmonious relationship between the two parties. Thinking of this, he spoke to the phone and said:
"Sister Shao, if you have any questions, please tell me directly. I'm afraid that my ability is limited and I will cause trouble to you instead of helping."
Facing the old fox, Yan Qing tried his best to speak in a flawless manner.
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"Brother Qing, it's like this. What we want to talk about here is about the tree hole that our family has chosen to submit the manuscript.
We Dingxin have also signed some songwriters and music producers, and this time the company has also deployed several producers from the Imperial City to provide behind-the-scenes support for Huaijing.”
Shao Qing paused for a moment, seemed to take a sip of water before continuing:
"After we finished shooting the video at Huai Jing School, everyone was idle, so why not just discuss the manuscript selected by Hua Jing here.
As you know, Huaijing is a child with a very stubborn temper, and her intentions are very firm, and she has confirmed this one in the first issue."
Shao Qing deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the words "you also know" on the phone.
"Our behind-the-scenes think tank team is very unfamiliar with this subject matter, and they all feel that it is difficult to do. I listened to the demo of the content that I reluctantly produced. Hey, how complete is it? Sister Qing, I won't show it to you to embarrass you.
All in all, I am really at my wits end this time, so I took the liberty to ask Brother Qing if you have any good ideas."
Shao Qing's long talk on the phone did not forget to test the relationship between Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing. After listening to it, Yan Qing actually wanted to say something to the old fox:
"I don't, I don't know if she is stubborn or not.
All I know is that she can beat me into a staff."
But what Shao Qing said may be the truth. After all, Yan Qing's personal experience of contacting Weng Huaijing three times is here, and he is also a little curious about what kind of subject Weng Huaijing chose.
"How about you tell me what kind of story this is?"
Shao Qing seemed to have expected that Yan Qing would take action. He seemed to have already held the manuscript in his hand. After the last word of Yan Qing's words, Shao Qing read out the manuscript seamlessly:
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"Hello, Professor Weng, I am a junior high school ballet art student from Liaodong Province. My name is Xu Mo'er.
I started dancing at the age of seven, and it has been ten years this year. I love ballet very much. It is like a beam of light hanging in front of my life, always lighting the way forward for me.
I have been chasing this beam of light since I was a child, and I have lost count of the tears I have shed, the hardships I have endured, and the injuries I have suffered along the way.
But every time I fall down and shed tears, as long as I get up and hold on to the dance pole again, as soon as I close my eyes, the scene when I first came into contact with ballet as a child will appear in front of my eyes:
Our group of little girls didn’t know how to dance ballet yet. They only hummed the tunes of "Four Little Swans" with the teacher with a smile on their face, dreaming that they would be able to put on a tutu and dance like a swan in the future.
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Whenever I think of this scene, I feel that all the power has returned to me.
I have never regretted the path I chose, I have always loved it.
Those little friends have gradually grown up, and I don’t know how many of them are still continuing their ballet path now.
At the moment I am writing to you on my mobile phone in the practice room. Today is the second time in my life that I participated in the Liaodong Province preliminaries of the Chinese High School Student "Qingmiao Cup" Ballet Grand Prix. I failed to advance again.
It feels like that light has been hanging in front of me, but no matter how hard I try, I can't touch it.
However, I still will not give up. After writing this letter to you, I will get up, wipe away my tears and continue practicing.
Next year will be my college entrance examination year. You have always been my idol. My dream has always been to become a dancer like you.
I'm a little worried. I don't know if you can read my letter. I'll just make two wishes to this tree hole:
I hope I can take the exam at Shendu Dance Academy next year!
I hope I can successfully qualify for the "Young Miao Cup" National Grand Prix!"
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After Yan Qing listened, he completely understood why Shao Qing gave up trying to persuade Weng Huaijing to change the manuscript.
The letter from this little girl named Xu Moer probably aroused the sympathy of Weng Huaijing, who also practiced dancing since childhood.
Yan Qing closed her eyes and carefully recalled the songs in her past life.
After a moment of silence, he asked Shao Qing:
"She...she meant to compose a song related to ballet? Or does it only need to be related to Xu Mo'er's story?"