Chapter 411 Opportunities are reserved for young people, and cameras are bulletproof vests
On the rostrum, Feng Ju felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. The blood color on his face instantly faded, and he became as pale as a piece of paper.
His eyes were fixed on the thick blood mist, as if he wanted to see through the layer of blood and find his daughter's figure.
Luo Ji's face was equally grim, as if his first love had died. He prayed madly in his heart:
"Don't die, don't die... I haven't successfully bound you yet, Feng Yuhuai, you must not die too quickly!"
Zuo Bai couldn't sit still any longer, he stood up suddenly and walked quickly to the stage. His right hand unconsciously stroked the frame of his glasses, his fingertips trembling slightly, and the eyes behind the lenses were as cold as if covered with ice.
He murmured to himself, his voice filled with suppressed anger:
"You bunch of idiots, be gentle! I want to live! If you kill her, I will feed you all to Er-37 when I get back!"
In front of the TV.
Wang Xiuli was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a broken teacup at her feet. The tea splashed all over the floor, soaking her slippers.
Her fingers trembled as she dialed the phone over and over again, and the name "Feng Ju" kept flashing on the screen.
"Answer the phone, answer the phone quickly!"
Her voice was tearful, almost begging.
But no one answered the phone. Only the cold "beep" sound echoed in my ears, like a merciless mockery over and over again.
Suddenly, there was a series of loud noises coming from the TV.
Wang Xiuli raised her head suddenly, and her pupils suddenly contracted - on the screen, her daughter Feng Yuhuai was leaping out from the ring, followed by seven ferocious monsters.
“Yu Huai——!”
Wang Xiuli's voice was heartbreaking.
……..Inside the Prism TV station in District 9.
Station Director Wei Guangming hung up the phone with a fake smile, then looked at the director beside him with a cold face.
The director shrank his neck and approached cautiously: "Director, do you want to cut off the live broadcast now?"
The director sneered, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips, as if he had heard some big joke:
"Cut off the live broadcast? Is your brain stuck in a door? Do you know how high the ratings are right now?! Do you know what we are doing now? We are making history!"
His eyes swept to the top of the screen, where the ratings curve was like a ignited rocket, soaring into the sky and continuing to rise.
A morbid excitement welled up on the director's face, and his eyes were so wide that they seemed about to pop out of their sockets.
"17% viewership! Oh my god, isn't this higher than the viewership of the martial arts examination?! This has already broken the highest record in the history of our TV station, and it's more than twice as high!"
He slammed the table so hard that the drink cup on the table jumped up, and the splashing liquid looked very much like the blood splattered in the camera.
The director waved his fist, his voice almost breaking with excitement:
"Do you know what this means? It means that every second from now on, we are making history! We are witnessing the most glorious moment of Prism TV! Every second from now on is more precious than gold!"
The director swallowed and whispered, "But Director, there are already people dead on the stage. If we continue broadcasting like this, will it be…"
The director waved his hand impatiently, as if to shoo away an annoying fly:
"Dead people? What's wrong with dead people?! What do you think the audience is watching? Justice and morality? No! They are watching excitement, blood, and the pleasure of adrenaline rush! We are meeting market demand, do you understand?!"
The director grabbed the director by the collar and said viciously, his saliva almost spraying on his face:
"A few greedy school leaders don't want to save the students, but want to interfere with the management of our TV station? Are they worthy?!"
The director completely understood what the director meant and nodded rapidly with a fawning smile on his face.
He quickly turned around and shouted to the crew below: "What are you standing there for?! Quickly focus the camera on the pit, and zoom in and out! The audience wants to see monsters, so we'll show them monsters! It has to be bloody and exciting, and they have to enjoy the show!"
A staff member raised his head in embarrassment and said timidly:
"The camera is a bit far away, and the blood mist is too thick, so I can't see clearly inside..."
The director roared angrily, veins bulging on his forehead: "Where's the drone?! Control the drone and follow in! Don't tell me you can't even do this!"
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"There are only two operational drones left. I dare not get too close, or I will be destroyed..."
"Where are the reporters?! Don't we have people at the scene?!"
"Reporter Wang and Reporter Li were just crushed by the monster... Reporter Liu and Reporter Ding are running away, and they are about to escape from the school..."
The director slammed the table hard, and the sound was almost blowing off the roof: "Tell them all to go back and shoot! As professional reporters, how can they escape?! Tell them that if they dare to escape, they don't have to come back to the TV station! On the contrary, as long as they can complete today's shooting tasks, they will be promoted and given a raise when they come back!"
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the director: "Is that ok, Director?"
The director nodded in satisfaction, and said firmly, "That's right! Their rank will be raised by two levels, and their salary will be tripled! As long as they can shoot the scenes that the audience wants to see, I will also award them the station's 'Golden Microphone' this year."
After he finished speaking, he pointed at several young people in the office, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "You, you, you, and you! Go to the scene immediately to provide support! Young people must seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! This may be the moment in your life when you can best demonstrate your self-worth!"
Several young people looked at each other, and one of them spoke timidly, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat, with a strong tremor: "Director, we...we are not reporters...we are doing post-production editing..."
The director laughed and waved his hand, saying in an extremely heroic tone: "That's great, you are now reporters! Remember, opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and you are those who are 'prepared'! Congratulations, you can step out from behind the scenes and onto the stage!"
After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the office door, then added, "By the way, remember to bring your camera. Don't let me down. I'll personally celebrate your success when I get back."
Several young men stood there, their faces flushed red, as if they were so excited that they could not walk.
The director looked at their expressions and couldn't help laughing: "Don't be afraid, young people. This is the respect the station has for you. There are so many young people out there who envy you. You must not let the station director down."
After he finished speaking, he added earnestly, as if imparting some workplace secrets: "Don't be stern, smile! We will go to school later, but it will be a live broadcast. Although you will be filming others, you will also have the opportunity to show your faces.
Always pay attention and show the demeanor of our Prism TV reporters! Remember, the camera is your bulletproof vest! ! "
(End of this chapter)
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