However, this discordant voice inspired Gong Sheng.
He immediately decided to add two more live broadcast cameras in addition to the regular shooting for the second episode, and to open a live broadcast room 24 hours a day.
Just looking at the audience profile of documentary channels, the majority of viewers are middle-aged and elderly males.
Although "Survival" is suitable for all ages, its main target audience is still young audiences. Young people's media exposure is mainly through the Internet, and they watch less TV. Opening a live broadcast room can attract them to a large extent.
Live broadcasting allows viewers to communicate in real time and better immerse themselves in the survival process, which is a good thing for increasing the popularity of documentaries. However, the quality of live broadcasting cannot reach the level of detail of documentary filming, and the viewing experience is also different from the final edited version. Both have their own advantages and disadvantages, and it can be said that they play a complementary role.
No matter what Gong Sheng did, Xu Qiao was calmly preparing for the next recording.
"Eh."
"Eh… "
Xu Qiao was jogging on the treadmill at a steady pace with a sweat towel around his neck. Hearing his fitness coach sigh for who knows how many times, he couldn't help but glance at him.
Knowing that he was not in good physical condition and that the subsequent recording of "Survival" would require even higher physical strength, Xu Qiao came to the studio's gym almost every day to exercise during the time when he was not assigned to work and was resting at home.
"Coach, why are you sighing?" Xu Qiao wiped the sweat from his chin with a towel and asked while running and panting.
Kang Wei was wearing a tight-fitting suit, which stretched his strong chest muscles to reveal a clear outline. His broad face showed a sadness that did not match his body shape.
"Boss Xu makes you a lot of nourishing soup every day." Kang Wei was distressed, "Your face has become rounder, and your jawline is not as sharp as before."
Xu Qiao: "… I'm practicing."
Seeing that he had run about five kilometers, Xu Qiao slowed down the treadmill, walked on it for a while, waited for his heartbeat to calm down, then turned it off and walked down.
Kang Wei glanced at him. Xu Qiao was covered in sweat after running, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
The face, reflecting the sweat, became more and more translucent, and had a bit of redness from being well-maintained during this period... Not to mention, although the face was a little rounder, it was softer and looked more touchable.
After running five kilometers, Xu Qiao was so tired that he collapsed on the foam mat on the gym floor.
Kang Wei's eyebrows jumped, and he came over immediately: "We practiced for a long time today, so relax your muscles quickly."
Xu Qiao turned over and faced away from him: "Take a break."
Kang Wei snorted coldly: "If you don't get up, I will tell Mo Chenghong."
Xu Qiao: “…”
I sat up helplessly, and saw Kang Wei holding a fascia gun and coming over: "How can you not relax? I tell you, especially the calves, if you don't relax the muscles properly, the muscles will accumulate, and after a long time, you will have ugly muscular legs!"
As he was talking, Kang Wei's cell phone rang. He took a look and his face sank before he put down the fascia gun: "Wait a minute, I'll take a call and get someone to come over and relax you."
Then he walked out of the gym.
Xu Qiao waited for a while and saw Kang Wei invite Xu Siyi over.
…
Xu Siyi sat next to him and picked up the fascia gun: "Kang Wei asked for leave and went back."
"What's wrong."
"I broke up with my boyfriend. That guy came to me."
Xu Qiao blinked. It was the first time she knew Kang Wei had a boyfriend.
Xu Siyi raised his chin and pointed at the window: "Someone is running downstairs and blocking the way."
Xu Qiao was a little curious, so he stood up and walked to the window to look down, and saw a tall, thin boy who looked like a college student and had a clean temperament talking to Kang Wei downstairs.
No one knew what the two of them said, but the boy pulled Kang Wei into his arms, and the muscular man instantly quieted down.
“…” Xu Qiao watched this scene with eyes wide open.
The security guards standing on both sides of the building seemed to be unable to watch and turned around.
Xu Qiao silently chanted a blessing in his heart and returned to the foam mat.
Xu Siyi took the drill-like fascia gun, turned on the switch and pressed it on his shoulder. The moment the muscle and fascia gun touched, Xu Qiao's muscles jumped reflexively.
"Hmm..." He frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.
I usually relax by stretching and using foam rollers, but this is the first time I’ve used a fascia gun.
As soon as Mo Chenghong's hand fell on the door handle, he heard Xu Qiao's soft hum from inside, and his movements could not help but pause.
A conversation between two people could be faintly heard in the gym. Mo Chenghong held his breath and put his ear closer.
"Too much force?"
"It's okay...hiss, be gentle, it hurts."
"So, is it better? Are you comfortable?"
"Well... I want this one too."
"here?"
Mo Chenghong's face changed. He quickly opened the door and came in, then immediately closed the door, shouting angrily: "What are you two doing?!"
Xu Siyi, who was holding the fascia gun, trembled and looked up with a frown. Xu Qiao also opened his eyes wide and looked at the emotional Mo Chenghong in confusion.
The three of them looked at each other.
Mo Chenghong looked at Xu Siyi who was holding the fascia gun, and then looked at Xu Qiao who was exhausted after the exercise. Both of them were dressed neatly and looked calm.
Mo Chenghong, knowing that he had misunderstood, coughed lightly, pushed up his glasses, and regained his mature and calm expression: "Nothing, just a joke."
Xu Qiao: “?”
Xu Siyi: “???”
You look like you're joking
Mo Chenghong walked over and sat down, watching Xu Siyi continue to use the fascia gun to relax Xu Qiao.
Staring at the high-speed shaking massage head and Xu Qiao's constantly vibrating muscles, Mo Chenghong said, "Ying Wenlin called me again."
"Teacher Ying?" Xu Qiao raised his eyes. "What did he say?"
Mo Chenghong was somewhat helpless: "It's about the folk music group's visit to Austria for the music exchange meeting in the second half of the year. They have contacted me many times."
During this period, Xu Qiao was busy recording "Survival" and his cell phone was basically not with him. Ying Wenlin couldn't find anyone when he called, so he could only find Mo Chenghong.
"Ying Wenlin said that he made you a sanxian with old wood. He also said that there are pipa and erhu, whichever you want. They are all made of good old wood. You can get whichever you want as long as you go there." Mo Chenghong glanced at him after telling Xu Qiao Ying Wenlin's exact words. "Go over when you have time. It's not good to keep people waiting like this."
Xu Qiao unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and took a sip, frowning and saying, "We still have to continue recording the survival part later—"
Before he could finish his words, Mo Chenghong interrupted him: "It can be done if you squeeze in time. Look at how lazy you are. Other artists would love to run announcements for 48 hours a day, but you are so good that you are satisfied with just one documentary."
Xu Qiao sighed inwardly. He still had to draw up plans for Gao Ming, so he didn't have that much free time.
"I still have to take advertisements and interviews for you. Young man, how can you succeed without hard work? Besides, representing the country at the Austrian Music Exchange Conference is something that will make you look impressive. Only you have the ability to do this. If someone else wants to go, can they go?"
Mo Chenghong slowed down, sneered and said, "Guan Chaosheng still wants to block your resources? If you really shine at the exchange meeting, everyone in the world will know you. If he wants to block you, what can he use to block you? On what basis can he block you?"
After relaxing his shoulders and back, Xu Qiao reached out to Xu Siyi, took the fascia gun and relaxed his legs.
Xu Siyi had been holding the fascia gun, and his palm felt a little numb.
He flexed his fingers, looked at Xu Qiao and said, "Huijin Media's arms are not that long, don't worry too much. Your popularity is rising very fast this time. Huijin Media can stop variety shows and scripts, but it can't stop advertisers who value your popularity."
And he will also be behind Xu Qiao to provide protection.
Xu Qiao met his eyes and nodded.
Mo Chenghong continued, "Your performance in surviving is very strong, which I didn't expect before. You have a good vision, and documentaries are also a good way to improve your reputation and popularity. You can't relax here. Discuss the time arrangement with Ying Wenlin over there, and continue to train with Kang Wei here—"
At this point, Mo Chenghong felt something was wrong, looked around, and asked, "Where is Kang Weiren?"
Xu Qiao thought of the scene he had seen earlier and replied, "She left with her boyfriend."
Xu Siyi continued: "He couldn't find you, so he asked for leave directly from me."
Mo Chenghong: “?” Boyfriend.
The corner of his eye twitched, he took a deep breath, and looked at Xu Qiao seriously: "Don't be influenced by him."
What if Xu Qiao is also led astray every day? Thinking of this, Mo Chenghong glanced at Xu Siyi obscurely again.
Why.
They are all artists trained by me, so I am worried.
Seeing that Xu Qiao didn't seem to care, Mo Chenghong said earnestly: "Don't think that your Jin'er and Liu Wen's slug-like characters have attracted a lot of fans. Just because they support your CP doesn't mean they can accept you doing this or that with other people."
"You are still a traffic star. As a traffic star, if your love affair is really exposed, a large number of your girlfriends will definitely leave you as a fan."
Xu Qiao glanced at him and said, "There is no romance."
"I know." Mo Chenghong hesitated and gave Xu Siyi a warning look: "You too."
Xu Siyi smiled, his sharp eyebrows softened a little, and he exuded a light scent of ginger and rum.
"no the same."
Mo Chenghong: “?”
Before Xu Siyi could speak, Mo Chenghong seemed to sense something and raised his hand to stop him: "Don't tell me anything like quitting the entertainment industry."
Looking at Mo Chenghong's vigilant look, Xu Siyi raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
…
After Xu Qiao returned home from the studio, he called Ying Wenlin.
Ying Wenlin was very excited on the phone and immediately made an appointment to meet.
The two met at a teahouse in a Beijing hutong alley. The teahouse still retains the characteristics of an old Beijing teahouse, with a stage in the center of the first floor where guests can enjoy folk art, crosstalk and other performances while drinking tea.
When Xu Qiao arrived, a waiter in a small jacket led him to the second floor to sit down.
Ying Wenlin had already arrived. Xu Qiao sat opposite him and took off his mask: "Teacher Ying."
Xu Qiao saw that he was staring at the stage on the first floor. Their table had an excellent view, right in front of the center stage on the first floor below, and they could clearly see the performance of the people above.
The performer now is a young girl, holding a pipa and playing "Song of the Frontier".
The song tells the story of Wang Zhaojun's longing for her homeland.
Soon, the little girl finished playing, stood up holding the pipa and bowed slightly, and the audience burst into applause.
Ying Wenlin sighed, retracted his gaze and looked at Xu Qiao: "What do you think of her playing?"
"She is skilled at playing the strings and her finger rolling is fairly even."
Xu Qiao said a few simple words, and Ying Wenlin listened to his polite words and shook his head slowly: “The technique is quite good, but the pipa in her hand is just a dead object.”