Chinese entertainment, from radio love songs to superstars

Chapter 1, Traveling through 2000 [Seeking follow-up reading, seeking monthly votes]

Blue Star, Huaxia, Yanjing, Yanjing Broadcasting Building.

2000 AD.

This year is called the "Millennium".

It was also the last year of the 20th century.

The average housing price in Yanjing this year was between 3000 and 6000 yuan.

When talking about housing prices, there are definitely catchphrases like "back in the old days", "if not for it", and "if I had known it earlier".

Going back to invest in Alibaba and Penguin first, and then buying a few houses in CBD has become the most common plot in time-travel works.

These are what Shen Lang urgently wants to do.

That’s right, he is a time traveler from the year 2024 on Earth in a parallel universe.

Now I am a young assistant who just graduated from the Broadcasting Department of Communication University of China and was assigned to the late-night program "Midnight Music Talk" of Yanjing Music Radio.

Traveled to a good era.

If you want to get rich, the best way is to make money from money.

Buy stocks, real estate, gold, Bitcoin, crude oil, futures...

But Shen Lang wanted to do it, but couldn't.

The salary is just 1000.

Although he is alone now, as long as one person is well fed, the whole family will not be hungry.

But after deducting daily expenses such as rent, transportation, and food, there are only a few hundred yuan left.

What can I do?
Shen Lang’s top priority is to earn some start-up capital.

And it would be best if it is more than one million or tens of millions.

It can only be the.

Thinking of this, he sighed softly.

At this time, a deep voice sounded: "What's the point of just sighing? Look for yourself, the ratings of "Midnight Music Talk" have hit a new low this year. Hurry up and think of a way to provide some ideas to improve the program and increase the ratings!"

Shen Lang withdrew his thoughts.

The speaker was Yang Lin, director of the radio program center.

His expression doesn't look very good right now.

A cold, yet powerful, gaze swept across everyone in the conference room.

No one dared to say anything.

Since Shen Lang came on board, the ratings of "Midnight Music Talk" have been getting worse and worse.

Of course, this is not his problem.

Because the host is Wu Zhoutong.

And he was just a handyman on the side.

"You are in charge of this program, so you tell us about it." Yang Lin locked onto Wu Zhoutong and threw the question to him.

"Director, there aren't many people here during this early morning hour."

Wu Zhoutong had always been dissatisfied with being scheduled in this time slot, but when he saw Yang Lin's face fall, he immediately changed his tone and said, "But we can make the show more popular by enhancing its listenability. I have thought about it. We should not be limited to playing cold music. I can sing and play keyboards, and Xiao Shen can play guitar. We can work together to move the audience with our singing and sincerity."

"Is there any hope?" Yang Lin didn't think it was reliable.

"There's a way." Wu Zhoutong said stiffly.

"Then let's start tonight and see the effect." Yang Lin didn't have a better idea now. The current situation couldn't get any worse.

"Okay, Director." Wu Zhoutong breathed a sigh of relief.

He had no idea at all.

But you can't lose your job.

We can only force it.

Shen Lang, who was standing by, raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing this.

Isn’t this equivalent to live singing in later generations?
In his memory, Wu Zhoutong could indeed sing, released albums, and served as a judge on "Super Girl".

However, he is not very optimistic about this format in this era, especially on radio programs.

However, he is now in the probation period, and all he can and should do is obey his superiors.

Let’s talk about getting a permanent job first. No matter how small a mosquito leg is, it is still meat. His food, clothing, housing and transportation all depend on this salary now.

"Xiao Shen, I'll give you a playlist and sheet music later. After we answer the calls from the listeners in the evening, I'll sing and you'll play." Wu Zhoutong said to Shen Lang.

"Okay, Brother Wu." Shen Lang naturally had no objection.

"Everything will be fine." Wu Zhoutong patted his shoulder with a hard-pressed smile on his face.

"Yeah." Shen Lang nodded.

"Should I Leave Quietly" by Aaron Kwok, "Probably in Winter" by Qi Zhen, "Do I Really Have Nothing" by Wang Jie, "Falling in Love with a Man Who Doesn't Come Home" by Lin Yilian, "I'm a Little Bird" by Zhao Chuan and "You're with Me All the Way" by Jacky Cheung.

Six songs in total.

Plus phone chat.

Just enough for the one-hour show.

The types of songs include sad, inspirational, and love songs, which can almost cover the moods of those who call to express their feelings during this period.

Shen Lang was practicing backstage with the guitar prepared by Wu Zhoutong.

In fact, he can not only play the guitar, but also sing. His voice and singing skills are not bad.

The voice was born in this life by the original owner. It is very magnetic and textured, with a hint of hoarseness, and has very strong penetrating power.

His singing skills were brought over from his previous life. After all, he graduated from the Shuchuan Conservatory of Music and later became a professional music teacher. Although he may not be on par with national-level singers, he is at least far superior to those popular singers.

Becoming a singer and entering the entertainment industry was also one of his alternative options after the time travel.

"How's the practice going?" As the show was about to start, Wu Zhoutong finally showed up and came to Shen Lang to inquire about the situation.

"I've practiced them all and become familiar with them." Shen Lang is the kind of person who either doesn't do something or does it perfunctorily. He just played a song directly.

"Not bad, very professional." Wu Zhoutong initially thought that what he said was just something he did for fun during his student days, but he didn't expect it to be so amazing.

"I'm just playing it for fun." Shen Lang didn't elaborate.

"Let's go, it's almost time." Wu Zhoutong looked at his watch and called him to go to the studio.

For radio programs, there is only sound and no pictures, so there is no need to wear makeup. Just dress normally.

In his previous life, Shen Lang was born in the 90s.

My deepest memory of the radio station is Stephen Chow's movie "All's Well, Ends Well 1992", where I met Zhang Manyu, who was wearing exaggerated costumes, at the radio station.

And the iconic line from Chen Chichi’s TV series "Love Apartment", "Welcome to listen to "Your Moon My Heart", I am the good man, I am Zeng Xiaoxian."

And in this life, I work at a radio station.

I discovered that art really comes from life, there is not much difference.

In the small studio, there are four people in total: a director, an editor, a host, and an assistant.

“Equipment OK!”

Director confirmed.

"Open your soul, release your innocence, a warm little house, a midnight song..."

At exactly twelve o'clock in the morning, Wu Zhoutong began broadcasting.

Finish reading the opening remarks.

Next is the hotline connection.

"Look at our first audience member of the day."

"Hello."

"Hello, I'm the host Wu Zhoutong. Thank you for listening to our program. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"My girlfriend's birthday is today, and I want to order a song for her."

"Okay, this song 'You Are With Me All the Way' is for your girlfriend. I wish her a happy birthday and I hope your love will last forever."

"Thank you, Wang Yuchen, I love you!"

……

The first call was simple and direct.

Wu Zhoutong stood in front of the electronic keyboard.

Shen Lang picked up the guitar.

“You know what?

Loving you is not easy
It takes a lot of courage..."

A decent performance.

No tricks.

It's all about emotion.

The following calls were made in the same way.

Wu Zhoutong enjoyed singing.

But he gradually realized that this idea didn't work.

The main reason is that there is no novelty or highlights.

A gloomy atmosphere suddenly filled the studio.

As time goes by.

The show is coming to an end.

The last call is about to be made.

However, at this moment, Wu Zhoutong felt his stomach churning.

I wanted to hold it in, but I immediately realized the meaning of the saying "You can travel a thousand miles by holding your urine, but you can't hold your diarrhea for even a moment", and I quickly gestured to the director to mute the sound.

"I can't take it anymore. I have a stomachache and need to go to the bathroom. Xiao Shen, come and take my place." After Wu Zhoutong said this, he took off his monitoring headphones and ran out.

"Brother Wu!" Shen Lang did hear the gurgling sound coming from Wu Zhoutong's stomach, but this sudden situation also made him stunned.

"Xiao Shen, hurry up!" the editor reminded outside.

After more than a month of study, Shen Lang had actually mastered the hosting process. After coming to his senses, he sat down at the hosting position and signaled the director to turn on the sound: "It's been a long night, and I can't sleep. Thank you for coming to "Midnight Music Talk" regardless of weather conditions..."

This guy can do it.

As expected, he is from the Broadcasting Department of Communication University of China.

His voice and Mandarin are both first-rate.

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