Chapter 91

Yanjing.

Fengxing Studio, two figures were sitting vaguely in the office.

Although it was the first day of the Chinese New Year, Zhuo Wei and Zhang Quan, who did not go home for the New Year, still came to the office as usual.

Zhuo Wei did not choose to rest, but sat in the office chair and read the email.

With the development of the studio, he did not have to step on many markets by himself, and even some of the information he broke did not cost him money.

After all, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. People in the entertainment industry often know their competitors very well, but Zhuo Wei is the one who reviews the information.

It was just the news in front of him that made Zhuo Wei's eyes slightly condensed.

This news did not specify the cost, and not only that, but there were also attachments, which meant that this was a free news.

Zhuo Wei downloaded the attachment with some curiosity, which was a video, which made Zhuo Wei curious to open it.

I saw stars in the dark sky, and what surprised Zhuo Wei was that these stars seemed to be moving.

Because of the distance, Zhuo Wei's eyes condensed slightly, and these stars turned into mountains and rivers in the dark night.

Even, in the end, it turned into a golden dragon, shining brightly in the dark sky.

"The picture of the dragon rising from the abyss..."

For some reason, Zhuo Wei only had one way to describe what he saw before him, the flying dragon made his eyes become obsessed.

The result of the sharp contrast with the night, the layering of the picture is stronger

After the obsession, Zhuo Wei did not smile too much, because there was another sentence in the email.

"It was taken over Qinggang last night. I don't want to pay for the news. I just hope that more Chinese people can see it."

Zhuo Wei looked at the line of text in the mailbox, and his face showed a strong helplessness.

Qinggang.

Is that a place he can reach?

The last time Zhang Quan came back, Zhuo Wei was scared to death. If this picture of the dragon rising from the abyss was taken in Qinggang, wouldn't it be researching secret weapons?

If it is really a secret weapon, after he exposed it like this, the mysterious department came to investigate.

Well, this person is a habitual offender. He was caught for secretly taking pictures in Yucheng and was arrested for sending people to Qinggang.

If he were to come to ask this time, Zhuo Wei felt that he couldn't explain it clearly.

Zhuo Wei is helpless now. He is obviously an entertainment news studio, but in the eyes of many people, he is doing serious news. Many news media waved money to outsource.

Not only did the news media find him, some serious news was really sent to his email.

Zhuo Wei had no choice but to become a middleman, collecting news materials for 200 yuan per copy, and making 800 yuan by reselling them.

The news media didn't worry about him giving fake news at all. Zhuo Wei never knew that money was so easy to make before.

Faced with such a situation, Zhuo Wei decided to change for his ideal.

Not long ago, he used the scandal of a big director to tell the world that he was still the entertainment reporter.

With the revelations, the stars in the entertainment circle shouted about the return of the big devil, which made Zhuo Wei feel very happy. Entertainment reporters and paparazzi were his business.

But this sense of pleasure was destroyed after receiving the email in front of him.

To be honest, he really wanted to reply to the other party. He was an entertainment studio, not a serious news.

But in the end, Zhuo Wei still didn't say it. After all, it was too easy to be a middleman. He didn't do anything, but he could make a lot of money just by reselling.

At this time, a surprised voice interrupted Zhuo Wei's thoughts.

"Auspicious sign from heaven, the dragon ascends to heaven, and the blessings are endless. When did Brother Zhuo collect this news?" As a small leader of Fengxing Studio, Zhang Quan would appear in Zhuo Wei's office when he had nothing to do.

To be honest, he still preferred the hard days of "depending on each other" with Zhuo Wei before.

Although the previous days were hard, every day was exciting, but now, he has several minions under his command, and he doesn't have to do many things himself.

Zhang Quan only felt that his body was hollowed out. He was already thinking that the Spring Festival was over, and he was ready to take some photos of celebrities himself.

"Don't walk so silently. What if I'm watching a love action movie in my daily life? How embarrassing." Zhuo Wei said unhappily.

"Brother Zhuo, when I entered the industry, you said that you must not lose your ideals and always keep the paparazzi shooting state." Zhang Quan replied, leaning closer, his eyes focused on the computer screen.

The totem of China broke through the darkness.

Zhang Quan was stunned, but his eyes were slightly stunned in an instant.

"Is this Qinggang?" Zhang Quan's eyes moved slightly, looking at the vague outline, the outline was very small and unclear, which made him feel inexplicably familiar.

"No." Zhuo Wei shook his head, his face was normal, but then he paused the picture, turned to look at Zhang Quan, and said seriously:

"Do you think this is a mirage? Or is it real?"

Zhuo Wei asked, his tone full of seriousness.

The location is sensitive. Although news like this looks very passionate, Zhuo Wei has deeper considerations.

After the founding of the country, flying with a sword is not allowed, and monsters are not allowed to become spirits.

Under the blurred lens, Zhuo Wei couldn't figure out how to achieve such an effect.

Because it doesn't look like a special effect, because there is a voiceover in the recorded footage.

'The dragon appears, the dragon emerges from the abyss...'

'That's the sky above the aircraft carrier' and so on.

Of course, there are many Chinese sayings like 'Wow'.

As an entertainment reporter, whether the sound matches the picture is the most basic judgment.

The most important thing is that the blurry spots in the video are too real. How much work must be done to make it like this? Therefore, Zhuo Wei's first judgment did not feel like special effects.

It was just the scene in the picture that made Zhuo Wei puzzled. How to explain it in the video?

"Mirage? Not really. Instead, I feel like a show performance." Zhang Quan said bluntly, his eyes full of unsatisfied thoughts. He passed Zhuo Wei's hand, tapped the space bar, and watched it again.

But even if it was the second time, he still watched it with relish.

The mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the golden dragon soars.

Regardless of whether the background in the picture is Qinggang, Zhang Quan now feels like he is standing in Qinggang again. The full emotion that arises spontaneously in his heart fills his heart.

"Do you feel like a show?" Zhuo Wei's eyes lit up slightly, and he asked hurriedly.

"Yes, but it's a pity that this show didn't appear on the Spring Festival Gala." Zhang Quan looked at it seriously and said.

Zhuo Wei's eyes flashed slightly when he heard the words, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes. After hesitation, he also made a decision.

……

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The Spring Festival in China is a rare leisure time for many people.

The Spring Festival Gala passed, and it was the first day of the new year.

The old year was said goodbye to in the early morning firecrackers, but it was only the next morning.

Many people rubbed their eyes and looked at the morning news of a main station in disbelief, their eyes were all incredible.

Qiancheng, industrial zone, in a not-so-small factory.

Zhang Yuanlai sat in front of the TV in avant-garde manner, with annoyance in his eyes.

"Qinggang seems to have a novel show: the picture of the dragon emerging from the abyss, I hope that China's aircraft carrier will develop smoothly."

The voice from the TV made Zhang Yuanlai stare at the news in front of him in a daze, and slapped his head in annoyance.

"Why do I feel sorry for that useless son."

Zhang Yuanlai was very annoyed. As the deputy general manager of Bojia Paint Factory, he should share the hardships with the boss and accompany the boss and the boss's son to Qinggang for the New Year.

Instead of considering the loneliness of his useless son, he went back to Qiancheng to spend this Spring Festival.

If he hadn't come back for the Spring Festival, he would have been able to see the show with his own eyes, and he would have had something new to talk about with his grandfather.

'Grandpa, let me tell you, the aircraft carrier turned into a golden dragon, as the saying goes, a latent dragon emerges from the abyss, bringing blessings to thousands of miles. '

But now, because of his useless son, he has nothing to talk about.

Zhang Yuanlai was full of regret, and at this time, a young man stepped into the office with a sincere voice:

"Dad, I'm going back to Yanjing to start a business the day after tomorrow, you must take good care of yourself in Yucheng."

Zhang Zhicheng's tone was full of reluctance, and his eyes were even a little red, expressing his reluctance to part with his old father.

Originally, Zhang Yuanlai felt a little better because he had less to talk about with his grandfather, and seeing his son's reluctant look.

Waste is waste, at least his son is still filial.

"Okay, I'll take you there." Zhang Yuanlai glanced at his son, waved his hand and spoke in a deep voice, turned his head to watch the news, and didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.

Zhang Yuanlai enjoyed the news for a while, and then he accidentally found that Zhang Zhicheng didn't leave, and he said softly:

"Go and have a rest, you don't have to stay here with me."

"Dad, as the saying goes, the son goes far away, the father takes care of him."

"Speak human language." Zhang Yuanlai glared.

"I don't have money for music, give me some money."

Zhang Zhicheng said weakly.

Zhang Yuanlai, who was sitting in front of the computer, blinked, and Zhang Zhicheng, who was standing respectfully, also blinked to show his sincerity.

Zhang Yuanlai blinked again, and Zhang Zhicheng blinked again, which was considered to be a response.

Zhang Yuanlai reached out to touch his waist, and Zhang Zhicheng followed suit and touched his waist as well.

But suddenly, Zhang Zhicheng's face changed drastically: "Dad, let's talk it over, don't beat me with a belt..."

A second later, a dull roar came from the office.

"You useless thing, stop right there, I'm going to beat you to death..."

"You can't defend the country! You can't contribute to the country!"

"Why did I give birth to a useless thing like you!"

Zhang Yuanlai's dull voice, low roar, accompanied by a figure rushing out of the office.

A low voice came out.

"Don't run."

"It's strange if you don't run, Dad, I'm leaving today, you hurry up and get married and have another child."

"Get out, you son of a bitch, a maximum of 20,000 a month will be charged to your card, no more, you useless thing, you have no career, you can't make me proud, you have no partner, I can't hold my grandchildren, what's the use of you?"

"......." Zhang Zhicheng stretched his head and replied at the corner of the stairs.

He swallowed the words into his stomach because he had nothing to say.

"Also, your brother will never be as useless as you." Zhang Yuanlai cursed angrily.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhicheng turned back and went downstairs without hesitation.

There was no way to stay in this house. If my brother was not born, the pressure would be too great.

This day was the first day of the new year.

Zhang Zhicheng looked a little lonely, holding the steering wheel, and the road ahead was to leave Qiancheng.

Outside the car was a bone-piercing cold wind.

Inside the car, the phone vibrated and rang, and Zhang Zhicheng looked down at the text message.

Fifty thousand yuan arrived.

"I am useless." Zhang Zhicheng held the steering wheel with one hand and naturally put his other hand on the middle armrest.

Silently bearing the name of waste, he started the car and headed north.

"I must make a name for myself by recording songs."

"When I come back, you can see how much I look like before."

Zhang Zhicheng's face showed pride, and his eyes were deep and distant.

.......

....

Yanjing, the first day of the Chinese New Year.

A middle-aged man under fifty years old appeared in a family building in a large courtyard with gifts.

"Brother Zhang, this job can't be done."

"You made such news during the Spring Festival."

"The dragon emerges from the abyss, how big is the impact, it's only been one morning, all my previous work has been in vain."

The face of the middle-aged man under fifty years old was full of helplessness and endless bitterness.

"Xiao Zhang, your work is obvious to all, and we didn't expect such a situation to occur..." Zhang Weiguo saw Zhang Zhong, who was ten years younger than him, coming to the door on the first day of the Chinese New Year. He knew he was in the wrong and said.

Who would have thought that a light show would be so shocking.

What was even more unexpected was that this light show was not on the ground, but directly in the air.

Some nearby residents leaked the photos.

In just one morning, it has successfully replaced the crop circle and become one of the top ten unsolved mysteries: the picture of the dragon emerging from the abyss.

With the sky as the background, it depicts the magnificent mountains and rivers, the continuous flow of water, and the dragon flying in the sky. It was known that it was not good at the time, but the impact was a bit beyond imagination.

The residents near Qinggang have been background checked and trained, but this is a spectacle that cannot be controlled and spreads.

"We recognize your work. You can see that the opponent's production line is being dismantled now..."

"It's just that this situation is really beyond our expectations. We only know that it is a light show. Who would have thought..."

Zhang Weiguo's tone was a little helpless. Who would have thought that a light show would be so shocking.

"So this is really a performance?" Zhang Zhong's originally bitter face, as if changing his face, also changed the topic.

"Yes."

"Which company did the performance?"

"It's not the company, it's the researchers in the project. Don't ask for details, just tell me what you think." Zhang Weiguo stopped a topic.

Speaking of business, Zhang Zhong's face became serious.

"Since it's a performance, it's easy to say. Just go on tour. Today in Yanjing, tomorrow in Jinshi, one city after another, and it has to be fast." Zhang Zhong pondered for a moment and spoke.

On business, he would naturally not be vague.

"Okay, I'll let Kong Jinbao contact you about this."

Zhang Weiguo nodded, which was considered to stop such a topic.

After handling one thing, Zhang Zhong hesitated for a moment and asked curiously:

"Brother Zhang, tell me about the current progress of the aircraft carrier so that I can have a bottom line."

"You are curious, right?" Zhang Weiguo looked at his brother lightly.

The other party was sent out of the barracks by him personally, and he was also a soldier he brought up. Although he was not in the system, he just went to a more "important" position.

Zhang Weiguo thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "The carrier-based aircraft test is about to begin. If the test goes well, the aircraft carrier will quickly form combat effectiveness with other frigates, but..."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Zhong's eyes showed a strong burning, but after listening to half of the words, he immediately asked anxiously:

"But what?"

"It shouldn't be so soon that the aircraft carrier will leave the port for navigation tests. The plan is to wait for the completion of the Zhan-10 modification. You just need to know it in your mind and do your current job well." Zhang Weiguo said cryptically and quickly after a moment of silence.

Zhang Zhong's expression was lifted, and there was a smile on his face, but more of a loss of consciousness.

Then, after sitting for a while and talking about trivial things, Zhang Zhong left.

But when he left, Zhang Zhong felt like he was in a dream.

The aircraft carrier is waiting for the Zhan-10 modification.

The Zhan-10 modification... the fifth-generation aircraft?

This news was really exciting for him.

But for Zhang Zhong, this news made him happier than the Spring Festival. He had been waiting for this day for many years, and now that it was about to come, he felt that everything was so dreamy and unreal.

"We must lay a good cover."

Zhang Zhong stepped away, his eyes showing unprecedented determination.

His former colleagues were shining in their posts, and he also had his own place to stay.

Zhang Zhong walked out of the family building and took out his phone.

"I'll come to the main station tomorrow and we'll do another show."

"The core of the show: It's because research is so difficult that we have this idea."

"Well, I already have a draft in mind, and we can record it tomorrow."

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