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- At the end of the song, she clapped her hands: "It's really nice, who sang it?"
"Teresa Teng."
"The singer over there?"
"It's been more than 20 years since I passed away, but the classics are eternal. Hey, what stars do you have over there?"
"The entertainment industry here is well developed, basically all virtual stars."
"ha?"
"It's a virtual star! It has been popular for 20 years, and real actors and singers can only be active on the stage of dramas, operas, and evening parties. Everyone secretly guesses that there must be government fueling the flames here."
"Why?"
"Reality stars do not produce, have no culture, waste resources, and earn a lot of money. They are born to be the focus of the public, and they are easy to collude with capital, influence the masses, rotten fish and shrimp, and drive all kinds of unhealthy trends."
These words seem to be taught in an ideological and political class, and Ah Yuan memorizes them very well: "But virtual stars are different. They are good-looking, strong in business, perfect in personality, and can teach children to study hard and make progress every day. "
Zhuang Zhou clapped his hands.
Wonderful!
However, A Yuan said again: "These are all things that happened during the period of mass production. The society had just returned to peace, and the management was very strict. Now that the conditions are better, they are all relaxed.
The early virtual stars were perfect, but later the audience got tired of watching them, so they became messy. The team will set up various personalities and routes for virtual stars, and they will also spread gossip, grab resources, and even fall in love and get married.
Now the technology is perfect, if there is a team, it only takes a few months from planning to launch. If you make it yourself, a few days will do. So thousands of virtual stars are born every day, and few survive.
The audience doesn't care, there is another one if they don't like it. Like, like that word you said? "
"Involvement?"
"Yes, quite introverted!"
interesting!
Zhuang Zhou pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you know why this happened?"
"Why?"
"Works and cost! High-quality works are scarce, and the cost of producing virtual stars is too low, which leads to too many. This is a basic contradiction. The same is true for real stars. Without works, how can they stay popular? They are crooked!"
Following what I said, a thought slowly emerged in my mind.
He took out a USB flash drive, copied a random video with his computer, and said, "Can it be used?"
"Wow, this is the first time I've seen an antique in such a good condition."
"Sister, this is a new one I bought!"
"Almost, I understand what you mean."
A Yuan rummaged through the pile of junk, found a computer similar to the current laptop, and a converter like a credit card machine, manipulated it, nodded and said: "Well, it can be used!"
"That's good!"
The two use their own equipment and can connect to their own network, but they have to switch between them.
After the data exchange was successful, Zhuang Zhou was very happy, but then he slowly raised his waist, with his hands between his legs, slightly awkward: "I want to go to the bathroom."
"What?"
"I want to go to the bathroom!"
"Go up, go up, what are you calling?"
A Yuan showed a disgusted expression, got up and opened the bedroom door.
Zhuang Zhou was inexplicably nervous. He stood at the door, lifted his foot, and stepped over carefully. There was nothing unusual, and he was able to come here as expected.
Outside the bedroom is not the living room, but a simple kitchen, leaving a small door, which is the narrow bathroom. The toilet and washbasin are nothing.
"Why is it a bit like a Tongzilou? But it is more advanced than the Tongzilou"
He looked at it and shouted: "Go in, no peeking!"
"I'm not a pervert, if you talk nonsense again, I'll beat you!"
A Yuan took out a small red ball from his pocket and waved it vigorously.
"What the hell is that?"
"At first it was a toy, but later it was updated and turned into a self-defense weapon."
Fine!
After finishing his convenience, he returned to the bedroom and said, "Just now, I checked my mobile phone. There is no internet in the toilet, so you can get it when you come in. These two bedrooms really form a unique space. Come on, it's getting late, go to bed .¡±
"Sleep?" She almost threw the ball.
"Sleep separately! Sleep separately!"
? Tonight is extraordinarily long.
Sleep ass! Who can sleep?
The curtains have been drawn, and there is a low table below,?? posted on it.
There was no movement over there, the girl didn't know what she was doing. Zhuang Zhou was lying on the bed, playing with his mobile phone, and when he turned over a little, light and shadow would be printed on the curtain.
He seemed to be able to hear the breathing over there.
This kind of feeling is quite strange, real and illusory, close and far away, strange to each other, but inexplicably under the same roof
After lying down for a long time, he simply sent a message to his mother, to the effect that he was going to Hengdian and would not be back in a short time.
After a while, I don't know if they were drinking or playing mahjong over there, and replied three words: "Got it!"
"well¡¡"
My parents raised me since I was a child, and they didn't care much about me, but I never lacked in material things. Even if they get divorced, they still leave good property¡ªthe fresh food supermarket was originally owned by my mother.
She knew that she had friends in Hengdian.
The media major covers a wide range of topics, including news, marketing, product design, and creative performances. He has a buddy named Meng Chaoyang, who joined the film and television industry as a screenwriter after graduation.
I have been a shooter, I have written scripts for variety shows, and I have been an assistant to a major screenwriter. I am currently a screenwriter for the team, and I am forced to change the lines for those traffic every day.
It's too long to tell, I can't read uncommon characters, and there are some added dramas. If you add dramas, others will have to delete them This is all the job of the screenwriter.
Hard work is fine, the key is not money. Lao Meng has been writing manuscripts for half a year and asking for salary for half a year. His biggest wish is to be able to sign his name.
Introversion ah!
? Fresh graduates are introverted, and the entertainment industry is even more introverted. From the film policy reform in 2003 to the present, how many students have been produced by the three major art schools every year? There are so many dancers, singers, draftees, and art students from other schools grabbing jobs.
"Although you are hard-pressed, I have passed through time!"
Zhuang Zhou took his mobile phone and found several classmates in the university. These people are now going their separate ways, all struggling to make ends meet.
The group was deserted, no one spoke, and he distributed 200 yuan in red envelopes to each group. Soon! One by one, like gophers digging out of their holes to find food, they emerged one after another:
"I said who is so arrogant, it turns out to be Mr. Zhuang!"
"Has Mr. Zhuang opened a branch? Are you so interested?"
"Don't tell me, the orange in my hand may have been airlifted from Mr. Zhuang Supermarket."
"Mr. Zhuang, hurry up and become a capitalist, and make sure the whole school is happy!"
"A bunch of grandchildren!"
Zhuang Zhou typed a sentence, and the group laughed and laughed for a while, and the desertedness returned.
He could only sigh.
¡¡¡¡
A Yuan kept holding the ball, staring at the situation over there, and felt a broken light dangling around, which made people upset.
She is only 17 years old, how can she not be nervous after encountering such a thing? But at the same time nervous, it was like discovering a treasure cave alone, and I was a little eager to try.
Fortunately, the guy named Lao Zhuang has no attack power.
Why!
She sat up suddenly, thinking of his appetite for dinner, she was so annoyed that she was worried again: How can I feed him? - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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