The executive director, Wang Zhengyu, was leaning against the director's seat. The phone in his hand was still lit up.
He looked in the direction of the mushroom house, as if he was lost in thought…
The staff member who came back to report was secretly shocked.
The executive director had been scrolling through Weibo to follow the reviews of this season's " The Life You Aware of ". Now that he saw this scene, he thought that it was those unscrupulous marketing accounts who had taken money from some unscrupulous competitors and collectively started to criticize this season…
"Director, what's wrong?" the staff asked softly. Did something happen?"
"Oh, nothing."
Wang Zhengyu came back to his senses. He rubbed the corners of his eyes and smiled." What did you say just now?”
"Oh, I said I found a suitable mushroom house! He's also in the neighboring village…"
"No need."
Wang Zhengyu waved his hand gently and interrupted him." Just record it here. It's good. You don't have to move it around.”
"Why?"
The staff member widened his eyes.
"There's no reason," said Wang Zhengyu seriously. I just realized that although there are many viewers who don't like Yang Zheng, there are still some female viewers who like him…Let's take it slow. Everyone has their own shining points. I think Yang Zheng will probably be liked by more and more viewers.”
"You're right…Executive Director, have you made up your mind?”
The staff was speechless.
Just an hour ago, the executive director was still flustered and exasperated. He had said that he had to leave Yang Zheng, the god of plague, no matter what. Why did he change his mind in such a short time? He really could not understand.
"Yes."
Wang Zhengyu nodded." Also, make sure to give Yang Zheng two seats in the future. Don't miss any exciting scenes that can bring in viewership ratings.”
"Director, you…" The staff member was completely dumbfounded.
"What do you mean by this and that? Go out, I'll rest for a while.”
"Alright…"
Seeing the staff leave in a daze, Wang Zhengyu picked up his phone again and looked at the Weibo post with only a hundred comments. He sighed softly…
This post was accompanied by a picture, and it was a Weibo post with nearly a thousand words. It was from an unknown blogger without a V.
His nickname was " Old Driver of Mount Haruna ", and his occupation was also an ordinary taxi driver.
Weibo content.
To the soldiers of the people, the highest respect!
"I brought a young retired soldier back from Hangzhou to Tonglu today. When he passed by Fuyang, he said that he had to visit a friend first and would not be delayed for long. In the pouring rain and impatience, I dragged him along…"
" The martyr's widow pulled the little girl down to her knees. The old lady's legs were weak and she was sick, but she still chased after them. She held a military-green Huaxia bank card in her hand. Anyone who has been in the army knows…"
" There's a total of 80,000 yuan in the card…My cousin just retired last year. According to his military service, I think this should be all his retirement fees…Because the house is leaking badly, he asked them to repair it quickly…"
" Maybe he's a rich second generation, but from the village where he got off the bus, I think he's just an ordinary rural youth to a large extent..."
" I believe that they must have fought side by side in the same trench. It was the brotherhood forged by fire and blood that made him give his salary card to the old lady without thinking…"
"I don't have any other intentions in posting these contents.”
"Only, these most adorable people! In today's society where actors ruled, who would really pay attention to these great and ordinary people?”
This Weibo post had been posted for several hours.
She didn't enter the top 30 trending searches either. She was just hanging by the tail. Wang Zhengyu had seen her by chance when he was scrolling through the list just now…
The photo on Weibo was taken through the rain-covered car window, so it was a little unclear.
Their faces could not be seen clearly, but one could tell that they were a young man, a young woman, a child, and an old man with a walking stick. One could also see their clothes and figures clearly.
Wang Zhengyu was very certain.
The young veteran in the photo who was going back to Tonglu was Yang Zheng!
Not to mention the tall and similar figure, the more crucial clue was that before dinner, which was before Yang Zheng took a shower, he was wearing a khaki coat and gray jeans...
As he thought of this person, the money-grubber, Wang Zhengyu already knew that raising pigs in the army was just a lie made up by Yang Zheng out of some kind of discipline.
He was filled with emotions.
In his heart, there seemed to be an uncontrollable voice that kept telling him-
Not only must they give Yang Zheng the same treatment as other celebrities, but they must also do their best to make him shine on this show!
To put it simply, after this show, at the very least, Yang Zheng had to become a celebrity that everyone would remember, even if not a household name! This way, he would be able to live a good life in the future…
This was also a way for him to pay his respects to those soldiers who were as passionate as songs.
After thinking about it, Wang Zhengyu felt that he had to go over and toast Yang Zheng to ease the unhappiness from before.
He got out of the director's car…
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