Age of Legends

Chapter 48 starts!

Early the next morning, the scheduled registration day, Zhang Chen went to the TV station early in the morning. He originally planned to go for a run, but Zhang Chen obviously did not have Xie An's ability to act like a rival, at least he could hardly pretend to be calm.

They came early, even Wang Shuowei was up, and the two met in the square in front of the studio and went to Studio 7. The place was cleaned a day in advance and was very bright. Posters and display stands were set up outside with the words: Registration site for tomorrow's star!

Along the way, Wang Bowen was asking the workers to hang banners. The banners were pulled up from the tree-lined path at the gate. There were banners indicating the location at the fork in the road, and then people could be guided to Studio 7.

In the administrative office building of the station, which could see what was happening in the studio across the street, someone apparently felt that the banner hanging above their heads when they came over just now was a bit annoying, and started to say, "Star of Tomorrow? There is such a thing. Is it from our station?"

The person at the opposite table said, "Yes, it's Wang Bowen's project."

"Wang Bowen? Wasn't his program killed? He's getting cocky again? Who approved it? Liu Bingrong? Didn't he have a problem with Wang Bowen? When Director Liu came to power, he had to pay a visit with pork heads and soft clouds. Wang Bowen felt that he had the qualifications and didn't go to pay a visit. Now he has lost the fight!"

"Keep your voice down. Hey, it wasn't Director Liu who approved it! It was sold to him!" The two were sitting at the workstations near the window, where they could slack off and whisper.

"Sold? Wang Bowen bought it?"

"Fifty thousand dollars during garbage time!"

"Oh wow, Director Liu is so cruel, Wang Bowen is rich, what is he doing, he doesn't take money seriously!"

"Who knows? Just try your best! Nowadays, producers with some skills go to government agencies to earn their film production fees. It's obvious that Wang Bowen doesn't have such connections."

There were those who made sarcastic remarks, but there were also those who went directly to the scene and expressed their enthusiasm, "Brother Wang, I will do the stage design for you and lend you the equipment. You can just give the workers some hard work fees when the time comes!"

"Do you still need a photographer? I'll work with Lao Jiang and I can help out. You only have one photographer, which is not enough."

These are Wang Bowen’s old connections in the station, and they are willing to help regardless of the consequences.

"Now, to be honest, I'm short of manpower, come on! Lao Wei, I trust your ability, join me as assistant director. You have experience, help me with the overall planning." Wang Bowen casually asked, "Don't worry about the money, I won't treat my brothers unfairly!"

"okay!"

"Okay, you can arrange whatever happens."

Some of these old friends still depend on the weather for their living. Although they have a basic salary, the guaranteed salary is low. In many cases, they still work for various program groups, and the program groups will give these stage designers and filming workers some extra money. Of course, the powerful program groups have long-term contracts, which is different.

Wang Bowen was touched by Shen Zhong from the stage design team and Wei Nanchun, the assistant director. They all had their own work to do, but they took the initiative to help and lent him equipment. This friendship is extraordinary.

Most people add icing on the cake, but few provide timely help.

Anyone who can still provide help under the pressure from Liu Bingrong is a true friend.

Wang Bowen took care of these professional relationships. Aunt Song Xiu, the lightning sloth, had already taken her place at her registration seat. Zhang Chen and Wang Shuowei, as the two orderlies and security guards, were waiting outside at the reception desk. When they saw that it was past nine o'clock and no one had shown up, they began to feel anxious.

Wang Bowen had built up his reputation, but Zhang Chen was in charge of publicity. Although Zhang Chen felt confident and had indeed let Wang Bowen see the online publicity posted on several major forums in Rongcheng, giving him the backing to charge ahead, if this backing could not be built up, then there would be no point in talking about it.

Wang Bowen was also a little anxious and patted Zhang Chen on the shoulder.

The advertising fee was paid in advance, and if the game doesn't work out, they will have to pay a lot. Even if the money is returned, no compensation is required. But what they will lose is the reputation and face of Wang Bowen and Chen Xuran.

This is something that no amount of money can buy back.

"Zhang Chen...is there any problem?" Wang Shuowei swallowed his saliva. Although he was seventeen years old and confused before, he had grasped the whole context since he started doing this, and knew that his future fate was closely related to this matter.

"You and I are doing this together. Do you think there is any problem?" Zhang Chen's room also has those signed books, many books, with hundreds of signatures in total. These are the signatures of the propaganda team of retired old men and women who distributed flyers in various schools in Rongcheng. Of course, the only problem is that he and Wang Shuowei did not follow the scene in person, and they could not afford to follow. They did not have the manpower and energy to do so. They could only rely on the signature sheet as a way to settle the bill.

But if this is intercepted by those old men and women, all the publicity costs will be wasted, and then it will be over.

Well, there is also online promotion, but this is a TV program. Does this kind of online promotion have any effect these days? How effective is it? Will others think you are a liar?
After all, a popular online saying nowadays is “You don’t know if there is a dog behind the computer.”

And the biggest problem is that those who are interested have to go to the TV station in person, which may become an obstacle for many people to give up the idea.

At 9:30, cars started to pull up at the door one after another. Two or three children led by their parents appeared from the cars, looking at the banner and coming towards them.

"Here we go!" Even though there were only a few of them, it was started anyway.

Then there is a set of procedures. Is this the registration office for the Star of Tomorrow? Yes, yes.

Here is our information, please take a look. In order to avoid unnecessary explanations due to insufficient staff on site, Zhang Chen and Wang Shuowei had printed the promotional materials in advance, which also made it easier for people to understand the process, and the materials could be disseminated.

"So if we want to sign up for the speech group, what should we do?"

"The speech group will have a teacher to provide unified training, and the registration fee is 199 yuan. They will also receive a set of CDs and appear on TV."

"A CD, can it really be shown on TV?"

"Yes, the specific time will be notified later!"

"199, right? No problem..."

After the explanation, Zhang Chen saw that some parents with their children started to come in through the main gate, and the newly parked vehicles in the parking lot in the courtyard also started to get people out.

The time is up to 9:45.

The flow of people started to increase. At first, the security guard would ask some questions and register, but as more and more people came, now when he heard someone coming in to register, he would just nod and let them in.

At ten o'clock, in the upper floor of the administrative office building, the person sitting by the window came back with a glass of water and saw that his colleagues at their workstations were already standing at the edge of the window, looking outside.

From the entrance square to the studio, there were parents with children, children of middle age, and some teenagers accompanied by one or two parents...

Someone was asking at the door. More and more cars were parked on the road outside. A taxi dropped someone off and then left quickly. Soon another taxi came.

With the taxi's communication network, the whole city will know what happened in front of the TV station today.

And on the road from the main entrance to Studio 7, even though it was winding, there were people wearing colorful clothes, gathering more and more, until it was densely packed.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "What is this? Is this... a temple fair?!"

"It's not a school event..."

"Why are there so many people?"

"The rising star..."

(End of this chapter)