Those who want to go to the kindergarten to see the furry children, watch them having a bonfire party, and want to watch the little girl and her family hunt, have the most comments.
Nanyin thought about it and found that none of them were suitable.
At this time, the animal kindergarten has long been closed, and it is not appropriate for non-park staff to enter.
Besides, the little cubs also need to rest.
Bonfire party is also impossible, everyone is busy.
I really didn’t have time to hold a party, and the main people couldn’t get together, and most of them were out and didn’t come back.
As for watching Diao Xiaomei's family go hunting, don't dream about it. She doesn't even know where Diao Xiaomei's family is at this time.
Something else...
Forget it, it’s better to look at the stars.
"Look at the stars and tell stories."
The audience who were really not interested in watching the stars subconsciously wanted to refuse, but then they thought there was a story to listen to, so they reluctantly agreed.
"Looking at the stars is fine, but one thing is that the story must be good."
There is no way to guarantee this Nanyin, she said with a smile, "I am only responsible for speaking. Whether it sounds good or not is not my consideration. If you want to listen, you can stay. If you think it doesn't sound good, you can leave."
But no one was willing to leave.
So, Nanyin switched the field of view of the live broadcaster to a wide-angle view, and instantly, a quiet and beautiful picture appeared in front of her eyes.
At this time, the parent star is in July and August, and the night of the parent star in this season is exactly facing the center of the Milky Way.
In addition, since it was the beginning of the month, the brightness of the moonlight was limited, and the brightness of the stars in the sky was not blocked by the moonlight.
Nanyin searched around, pointed at the Cowherd and the Vega, and said, "Did you see that Milky Way?"
"Hey, does this galaxy have a story?"
"Yes, I have."
Nanyin laughed, "Altair and Vega face each other across the Milky Way, and our ancestors have a unique way of expressing romance."
"Therefore, the combination of the Milky Way and these two stars gave rise to the folk love legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl..."
As she spoke, she described this in short and concise language.
The silence of the audience after listening was deafening.
The live broadcast room seemed to be stuck, and the barrage was cleared directly.
Nanyin is not surprised by this. Times are changing, and so are the understanding of love.
According to the usual thinking mode of interstellar humans, they will not find this love legend beautiful, but will only find it difficult to explain in words.
Sure enough, the feedback from the audience came.
"I don't know if it's romantic or not. I just know that this love legend is hard to judge!"
"I can only say that if the background of this legend were changed to the present, Cowherd would have been captured and sent to the mining star to mine, and Weaver Girl... Tsk, if I had a daughter whose brain was hit by a meteorite, I would have to dissolve her relationship with her. The parent-child relationship is left to fend for itself.”
"I won't comment on the love legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. I just want to say that the ancient poem Far Far Away Altair, Jiao Jiao River Han Girl is really beautiful and romantic. I love it so much."
"..."
Comments on the poems flooded in, but no one commented on Cowherd and Weaver Girl.
None of them are interested in this kind of love legend.
A derivative result was that the audience asked her if she had any other love legends.
It's better to have something exciting.
Nanyin thought for a while and then completed the four folk legends for them: Liang Shanbo Zhu Yingtai, Meng Jiangnu Crying at the Great Wall and The Legend of the White Snake.
The audience's comments were also indescribable and they were not interested in the story itself. Among them, the White Snake in The Legend of White Snake was even more criticized by them.
Oh, you have become a spirit. You don't want to be in the immortal class, but you are flooding the gold mountain for a man, and you are stealing Ganoderma lucidum and fairy grass. You are simply mentally ill.
As for the yearning and praise for free love between men and women expressed in this story, as well as the hatred for the constraints brought by the feudal cage, they cannot understand it.
Because they were not born in that era, they could not understand how cannibalism was practiced in feudal society.
However, Butterfly Lovers' theme song Butterfly and The Legend of White Snake's A Thousand Years of Waiting were both well received.
Then, Huameng’s current entertainment stars were ridiculed by the crowd.
It is said that their ability to create lyrics and songs is not as good as the ancients, and their ability to write scripts is also not as good as the ancients.
The poems and songs left by our ancestors are all classics among classics, the kind that can be remembered for generations.
The so-called art they created made the Zerg people want to vomit after hearing it.
There are many people working in the entertainment industry squatting in the live broadcast room. Those who want to save face dare not show up. Even if they are extremely embarrassed by the complaints, they will not show up to fight back. They should not be talking about them.
He is thick-skinned and good at seizing business opportunities, his eyes are bright.
"Hello, Ms. Nanyin, I am Lorenzo Copperfield, the great director of Huachao Entertainment. Could you please Ms. Nan authorize me to license Butterfly Lovers? I want to film this love legend and give the audience a different kind of experience. Visual enjoyment."
"You can pull it off, you still want to enjoy the visuals. The movies you make are all terrible plots. You only want to feed people shit, so I don't want to watch them."
"That's right, Nanyin, please don't agree to him, he is just a bad movie king."
Before Nanyin could do anything, the audience went crazy and sent barrages to persuade her not to authorize.
Look at Lorenzo. Copperfield was furious, and he couldn't bear it and started fighting with the audience.
Nanyin didn't say anything, and he was very interested in a large number of barrages flashing like fireworks. At this speed, it was obvious that he was using a thought introduction device.
Even if my brain works a little slower, I can't keep up with the speed at which these people are attacking each other.
Just when they were having fun with each other, and Lorenzo. Copperfield had the same idea. People in the entertainment industry who wanted to make a fortune from the four folk love legends jumped out and asked Nanyin to authorize the four stories.
The licensing fees offered are ridiculously high.
The typical rhythm of waving bills to give her money.
Unfortunately, Nanyin really does not have the qualifications to authorize them.
She spread her hands and said helplessly, "Don't make any quotations. If you really want authorization, you can contact the Historical and Cultural Center."
"All cultural dissemination related to the home planet is managed by the Historical and Cultural Center."
The audience immediately understood what she meant, and non-entertainment industry employees were delighted. The historical and cultural center was a giant Buddha, and everything related to the culture of the home planet would only follow the strictest standards.
what does that mean?
This means that even if these stories are to be filmed, they will find good directors and good screenwriters, rather than these few people who mainly focus on feeding shit to the audience.
This is good for them.
At least it won't hurt your eyes.
For practitioners, such as taking funeral examinations and playing ball, the authority falls in the historical and cultural center. Their dream of making a lot of money from these stories has failed.
This is worse than losing their money.
However, it is useless to feel uncomfortable. Their reputation is really bad, and it has even spread to the civilization next door. It can be said that they are criticized.
If these stories want to fall into their hands, unless the head of the historical and cultural center is hit by a meteorite in the head, there is no chance. (End of chapter)
