Other executives in the office who rushed in after hearing the news also looked at the TV screen with disdainful expressions.
"That's right, Miss Fang is right. No one would read this kind of content even if it was given away for free!"
"It seems that Asia Television is really at its wit's end and is airing this at the last minute."
"I'm afraid the ratings are going to hit rock bottom!"
Fang Yihua's heart can be said to have been completely relieved.
She even leisurely picked up her coffee in the office and admired the "worthless" images on the screen.
She was very sure in her heart that Asia Television's bad move was definitely a dead end.
Apart from anything else, the Hong Kong government’s Information Agency will definitely cause trouble for them.
Not to mention, this program has no story, no interesting scenes, and cannot even be called a "program". I'm afraid that only TVB in Hong Kong will turn on the television to watch it just to target them!
However, Fang Yihua was wrong, and very wrong.
In many corners of Hong Kong Island, in those crowded tenement buildings, in those slightly deserted old-style apartments, in the tea restaurants where workers gather, in the quiet nursing homes...
Asia Television's morning "Mainland News Clips" program actually stirred up huge waves of long-suppressed homesickness.
A Hong Konger like Mona Fong, who came to Hong Kong with her mother at the age of three and has no memories or nostalgia for the mainland, would never be able to understand how excited and overwhelmed those new Hong Kongers who fled to Hong Kong Island due to livelihoods would be when they see these familiar scenes from their hometown and hear the rare local accent and dialect.
In a crowded subdivided flat in Sham Shui Po, Kowloon, a Chaozhou grandmother in her seventies was laboriously wiping the Guanyin statue on the table.
The TV was on, but the volume was not loud.
But when she accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar field and a winding river passing by on the screen, her hand suddenly stopped.
The shape of the riverbank, the direction of the ridges...
Her cloudy eyes immediately stared at the screen, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Ah...Achang! Achang!"
She shouted her son's name in a hoarse voice, and her voice was tearful and urgent.
When people are extremely excited, they really become speechless.
The old lady was so anxious that she just kept calling her son's name and even choked on the air a few times.
Only after calming down could he shout out complete words.
"Quick! Come and look! TV! It's the Hanjiang River! It's the Hanjiang River in Jieyang, my hometown! Look at the banyan tree by the river! It's exactly the same! Exactly the same!"
The old lady was so excited that she was incoherent at this moment. She was in tears and her wrinkled fingers were pointing at the screen, as if she really wanted to penetrate the glass and touch the hometown she longed for.
Her son ran over when he heard the noise, and was immediately stunned when he saw his mother's appearance and the pictures on TV.
Although the picture quality was average, the outline of the mountains and rivers and the familiar rural atmosphere instantly struck him.
This is also the scene in his dreams, his childhood memories, the homeland he wanted to return to countless times!
Although we didn't have enough food to eat at that time, every blade of grass, every tree, every mountain and every river there truly made up the word "hometown".
He immediately picked up the phone, his fingers excitedly tapping the dial. As soon as the call was connected, he shouted, "Hello? Uncle A Bing! It's me! Quick! Turn on the TV, Asia Channel! Play...play mainland movies! There's a movie about our hometown Jieyang! Hanjiang! Yes! Hanjiang! Look!"
In North Point, Hong Kong Island, an old tailor originally from Shanghai is mending clothes while wearing reading glasses.
Suddenly, a narration with a strong local accent came from the TV, although the content was introducing the local production situation.
But the familiar Wu dialect accent made his numb eyes suddenly shine, and then he raised his head abruptly.
Then, the picture on TV switched to the Bund in Shanghai.
Although it was just a few fleeting shots, the familiar outline of the international architectural complex and the murky Huangpu River...
At this time, the Shanghai captured in the camera still basically retained the "prosperous yet dilapidated" appearance before liberation.
No one understands the impact of these images better than these Shanghainese who fled to Hong Kong Island. It hits the soul directly and pulls them back to Shanghai before liberation, that war-torn era.
The old tailor's glasses slipped down his nose, his mouth opened, and his breathing became rapid.
"Huangpu Beach...it's Huangpu Beach..."
He muttered to himself as if in a dream.
He had seen these scenes in his dreams countless times.
Every time I wake up, I feel extremely lost and empty. I always feel that I can never go back in this life and will never see the Huangpu River again.
And now, the Asian TV station was actually broadcasting the latest developments in Shanghai. Seeing this, he suddenly put down his needle and thread, and rushed to the TV, almost sticking his face to it, carefully identifying the blurry background buildings.
After confirming that everything was correct, he fell back into his chair, took off his glasses, and wiped the lenses vigorously with his sleeves, wiping away the tears that were flowing uncontrollably.
Hearing the noise outside the door, he tremblingly called out to his granddaughter who had just returned from school at noon: "Nannan... Nannan, come here... Look... This is my hometown... Shanghai... Grandpa grew up there when he was a child... This is the root of us Chinese people..."
The voice was choked with sobs, filled with infinite emotion.
Similar scenes are happening in countless Hong Kong families at this very moment.
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