Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 107 Hunan TV

By the time the bread truck turned onto Guanglu Road, it was already quite dark.

Li Weijia pointed out the car window: "We're here, that's it."

The people in the car all turned their heads to look over at the same time.

A complex of buildings consisting of multi-story buildings and an iconic television tower comes into view.

The TV tower is at least 200 meters tall, piercing straight into the sky.

"It's not the Golden Eagle Building, it must be the old location, but I don't know when they moved..." Lin An asked curiously, "Besides us, are there any other artists at the station?"

Li Weijia chuckled twice and declined, saying, "I don't know about that. You can ask Teacher He later."

"They don't trust me..." Lin An wisely shut up.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Li Weijia smiled at everyone and said, "Everyone, please follow me."

The group filed off the bus.

Although Changsha in February is a bit warmer than Shanghai, the actors, dressed in light clothing, still shivered as the night wind blew.

Li Weijia walked at the front, leading the way and introducing things as she went, clearly someone who was used to reception work.

"This is the main building, with five floors in total. The first floor is the studio and waiting area, the second floor is the post-production control room and prop storage, the third floor is the office area, and the fourth floor is the office space for station leaders and directors..."

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He pointed to the path on the side of the building: "The cafeteria is in the annex at the back. They serve late-night snacks until 1 a.m. If you don't mind, you can try it later."

The group remained silent. Having come all the way to Hunan, they clearly preferred a nicer restaurant or a more authentic night market to the staff meal.

Li Weijia also noticed this, but didn't feel embarrassed: "After we finish going over the script, if you'd like, I can drive you around and let you try some local snacks."

"This isn't a good idea," Shen Teng said, his throat already bobbing honestly.

Deng Chao and Qiao Zhenyu felt embarrassed and turned their heads away, pretending not to know him.

The other girls had similar thoughts and silently looked away.

"Just shut up for a bit."

Lin An couldn't help but complain, "His job is to be a host, not a director."

Shen Teng muttered, "I was just saying."

Seeing this, Li Weijia laughed and waved his hand, saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing. Once the script is checked, there's really nothing else to do. I'm just killing time anyway."

As they spoke, the group had already entered the main building.

The lobby was simpler than I had imagined.

Terrazzo floor, incandescent light bulbs, and posters of recently recorded programs on the wall.

Besides "Happy Camp," other variety entertainment programs include "Rose Date," "Old Classmates Reunion," and "Music Non-Stop"...

The walls on both sides of the corridor are adorned with group photos of past station leaders and hosts.

Popular hosts Li Xiang, He Jiong, Qiu Xiao, Jin Xiaoling, Feng Qi... Lin An even saw a photo of Wang Han, but in a corner, clearly indicating that his status at the station is not high now, even lower than that of Li Weijia next to him.

Also normal.

Satellite TV and Economic TV – a difference of only one character, but worlds apart.

As I passed by the entrance of a studio, the door was ajar, and I could hear the hum of sound system adjustments and several staff members shouting commands from inside.

Lin An slowed his pace slightly, subconsciously wanting to take another look.

Li Weijia noticed his gaze and explained, "This is Hall 1, which is also the largest studio in our station. It can accommodate 500 people. We'll be recording here tomorrow."

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He paused for a moment, then said softly, "They're probably setting up the equipment right now, so it's not convenient for a visit."

Lin An hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.

After passing through the first-floor corridor, Li Weijia led everyone up to the second floor.

"The second floor is mainly for technical departments. If you have any post-production needs, you can apply to the station."

Li Weijia spoke politely, but didn't stop walking, clearly just going through the motions.

He led everyone upstairs.

The layout of the third-floor office area is very ordinary. Nameplates are pasted on the doors on both sides, indicating directors, planners, producers, etc. Most of the rooms are lit up, and you can hear Xianxian's hushed conversations coming from inside.

"Still working overtime so late?" Gao Yuanyuan asked subconsciously.

Li Weijia explained with a smile, "The station plans to launch another music program next month, and all departments need to negotiate and make adjustments, so we'll be busy for a while."

Gao Yuanyuan said "Oh" and looked away.

Adjusting the program? Lin An sneered inwardly, not believing Li Weijia's words at all.

The TV station's program schedule changes are far too frequent. If this alone requires everyone to work overtime, it can only mean that there's a problem with the TV station's system.

Rather than program adjustments, Lin An is more inclined to believe that there have been fundamental changes within the station.

This can also be seen from the posters downstairs.

The status of variety show hosts is far higher than that of news and information hosts.

Unfortunately, the former only has one-third the number of projects as the latter.

Li Weijia led everyone to the door of a conference room on the third floor, opened the door, and turned on the light.

"Please rest here for a bit while I go get tomorrow's recording schedule. The break room is on the left side of the corridor; it has coffee, tea, and disposable cups."

He looked around to make sure everyone was seated before turning and leaving.

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

The crew members looked at each other, and finally Ji Tao broke the silence, saying to Lin An, "You've been looking at the script for so long in the car, do you have some ideas?"

Lin An lowered his eyes slightly: "I wouldn't call it an idea, but I feel that the content isn't very original, and it's unlikely to make much of a splash if it airs."

Lin Cong asked with a strange expression, "What? You know about television production too?"

Lin An rolled his eyes and retorted, "I can't produce films, and I can't do reasoning or analysis either."

He said, "When the eight of us are on the show, the introductions and interactions alone take up more than ten minutes. Add in the singing and dancing, interviews, and casual conversations, and each person barely gets any screen time. After watching the whole episode, the audience probably won't even know who's who."

Gao Lu disagreed: "Our show is very popular, and people who watch TV should all know us."

Lin An glanced at Gao Lu and shook his head, saying, "They only know the characters in our drama. In the program, we use our real names and wear our own clothes. Our image is completely different from that in the drama."

He said, "Those who already know us don't need to watch the show to recognize us, and those who don't know us won't want to know us even after watching the show. From a marketing perspective, if there are no new users, it's a failure."

Gao Lu opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself at a loss for words.

Ji Tao couldn't help but ask, "So, what do you think we should do?"

the other side.

Li Weijia walked through the corridor and arrived at the large office area at the end of the third floor.

A dozen desks were crammed together, piled with various documents, printers, and markers.

Li Weijia squeezed past two stacks of files, each half a person's height, and found Song Dian deep inside.

Song Dianzheng was revising the script with his head down. There were seven or eight printed copies spread out on the table, each one covered with red circles.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and asked, "Have they arrived?"

"We've arrived. Please rest in the conference room on the third floor."

Song Dian asked, "What do you think?"

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