"Let's add another puppy," Fang Yang thought for a moment. "A farmhouse without a puppy is incomplete."
Huang Xiaoping and Zhuge Jianming grew up in the city and would never understand the significance of a puppy to a farming family. However, they did not object. It was just a puppy; how much could it eat? At most, it would take a little effort to take care of it. With so many people in the project team, one person could just be distracted for a moment.
"No problem. We'll find one in the area when the broadcast is about to start. It's just a little puppy, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Are there any breed requirements?"
This matter falls under Zhuge Jianming's jurisdiction, so naturally, he needs to find out the truth as soon as possible.
"Just a Chinese rural dog, there aren't many requirements, as long as it looks good and a bit mischievous. We're doing a live broadcast, and a little puppy can add a lot to the show. Maybe it can even become the group's darling. Don't underestimate the occasional bursts of kindness from the people in the live broadcast room."
Huang Xiaoping and Zhuge Jianming didn't care about this matter and naturally couldn't understand Fang Yang's "puppy-like" feelings. After having in-depth discussions with Fang Yang about various aspects of the variety show, they got up to say goodbye. As a new variety show without any reference points, the pressure on the two of them was unimaginable. The only thing they could do was to continuously improve the aspects that might go wrong during the preparation stage to reduce the probability of errors.
After Huang Xiaoping and Zhuge Jianming left, Yang Huajin reported to Fang Yang: "This variety show didn't have a big star in it, so the budget wasn't much. But I don't know if it's going to be difficult to get big stars in the future, since you've suggested that the show should emphasize poverty and require guests to earn food through labor? You know, most celebrities these days don't know anything about farming or physical labor. They might be okay with other things, but I'm afraid not many of them could do farm work."
"Haha!" Fang Yang was amused by Yang Huajin's words. "Uncle Yang, not all celebrities come from the city. A large portion of them come from the countryside. Perhaps the audience is tired of scripted variety shows and just likes variety shows like ours. Besides, it's only an investment of a few million. Even if we fail, there's not much pressure. On the contrary, I think that returning to the countryside can help some people learn something. In the future, no one will have the ignorant idea that peanuts grow on trees anymore."
Yang Huajin chuckled, "How could peanuts grow on trees? Who said that? Aren't they afraid of being beaten to death by their family?"
"There are many more such ignorant remarks. It's easy to draw such conclusions about things you haven't seen before. Besides, current variety shows only involve dancing and singing on stage, and the audience will eventually get tired of it. A variety show with a unique idea can give people a refreshing feeling. Whether it will be successful or not, one or two episodes are enough. As for the guests, when the variety show becomes popular, what kind of guests will still rush to join the lineup? Nowadays, viewership is king. At that time, it won't be us paying to invite guests, but rather others paying to advertise for us."
Yang Huajin couldn't understand Fang Yang's words, but given his trust in Fang Yang, he didn't object. "Anyway, if you think it's okay, then it's fine. The toy factory and the clothing factory have all moved here. It's just that there's a huge shortage of workers because many people are unwilling to move with the factories. We're planning to conduct a large-scale on-site recruitment drive during this period. Do you think we need anyone else to fill the gap?"
Fang Yang took the factory's employment information and recruitment plan from Yang Huajin, glanced at it briefly, and then returned it to Yang Huajin. "The problem of labor employment is nationwide. There aren't many good solutions. Let's try to recruit some people first. It's the off-season for farming now, so we can recruit as many as we can. If that doesn't work, we can advertise for jobs on Tomato for a while. Many people don't go online, but they still watch TV often, especially in rural areas."
Yang Huajin slapped his forehead. "I've gotten so used to living in the city that I've forgotten what it's like in the countryside. Although young people like to go online these days, older people still prefer watching TV. TV commercials still have a certain authority."
Yang Huajin didn't chat with Fang Yang for long before rushing out to contact the TV station. The factory, which had a capacity of 5,000 people, currently had less than 1,000 workers, which severely restricted the factory's production scale. During this period, distributors were experiencing severe shortages, and everyone was complaining, but it hadn't been long yet, so they couldn't say anything.
Fang Yang was also going through the documents from the past six months. He had already signed the ones that required his signature. There was too much backlog of work, and the documents on his desk were piled up like a mountain. It would take at least two days to finish processing them all.
Everyone knew that Fang Yang had just returned and would likely be busy for a while, so no one bothered him for the rest of the afternoon, allowing Fang Yang to focus on processing documents.
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As the sun rose high in the sky, Fang Yang finally got a good night's sleep, something he rarely did. He had drunk a bit too much the night before and was still feeling nauseous. He picked up his phone from the bedside table and saw that it was already past nine o'clock. Thankfully, nothing serious had happened.
Pulling back the curtains, the 33-story building overlooks the entire Qiantang River. Although it's not high tide, the sunlight shines on the river, creating shimmering spots, like a rainbow ribbon flowing beneath your feet. This scenery is something you can't appreciate in the city.
After immersing himself in the pleasant time for a while, Fang Yang washed up and went downstairs. It was so late, and he didn't know if there was still food in the cafeteria. Although the office had a full set of kitchen equipment, there were no ingredients. No matter how good Fang Yang was at cooking, he couldn't cook without rice!
The entire cafeteria hall was deserted at the moment, and the food counters were empty and tidied up. Fang Yang turned through the back kitchen door, where the kitchen helpers were busy preparing lunch. Preparing food for thousands of people would take several hours, not to mention dinner. Preparing a little more now would make things easier in the afternoon.
The chefs were having breakfast around the table. They were too busy in the morning, so the kitchen helpers usually ate first, and the chefs would find time to eat and rest after everyone else had finished. Fang Yang happened to run into them at that moment.
"Oh, Mr. Fang, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Would you like to have some with us?"
Someone stood up at the table and invited Fang Yang to eat. Fang Yang saw him clearly; it was Luo Cheng, whom he had met at Hengdian World Studios.
"Hey, it's you! How are you doing here?"
Fang Yang walked to the seats that the chefs had given up and looked at the breakfast on their tables: steamed buns, dumplings, rolls, and a bowl of porridge for each person. Overall, the breakfast was rather light.
Luo Cheng brought Fang Yang a bowl of porridge. "Thank you for your care, Mr. Fang. It's much easier here than running a shop in Hengdian, especially with less pressure and higher income. By the way, all we have is porridge. If you want something else, just let me know and I'll make it for you."
Fang Yang waved his hand, "Porridge is enough. I drank a bit too much last night, so something light will make my stomach feel better. Sit down and eat with me. You've been busy all morning, standing isn't tiring!"
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