Zhang Aijia opened his eyes in confusion and asked vaguely: "What time is it?"

"Five:20." Chen Chong patted her back lightly and urged: "I got up, my legs were numb by you."

Zhang Aijia sat up and asked, "It doesn't matter? Where is it irritating?"

"Help me rub." Chen Chong hugged the back of his head with both hands, made a lustful young man's eyes look in the maid, and said, "Must rub well, and the old man will be rewarded."

Zhang Aijia knelt up in response to the fact that he gently rubbed his thighs with his hands, lowered his head, and said shyly: "Master, what reward are you giving?"

Chen Chong was moved by her charming appearance and the spring light that was faintly visible on his chest, and he quickly said, "Okay, don't rub it. There is no strength at all. Go and have to change your clothes, and you go make tea."

Zhang Aijia noticed his changes, suddenly reached out and grabbed the key points, pinched them lightly and heavily, then jumped out of bed with a smile, and jumped to the bathroom.

Chen Chong shook his head helplessly, put away the messy books he threw away, then turned over and got out of bed, stomped his feet, eliminating the numbness of his legs, and then put on a suit.

"Hey, don't wear that outfit, it's all wrinkled." Zhang Aijia showed a head from the bathroom and said, "There is also a suit in the closet, please change that."

"I don't remember having a suit left here." Chen Chong said, opening the wardrobe, taking out a new dark suit, and asking, "Did you buy it?"

"Last time I went to Simenting, I saw this outfit that looks pretty good, so I bought one according to the size of the clothes you wore at the Golden Horse Awards." Zhang Aijia wiped the water from his hands, came to help him put it on, looked at it, and said, "It's okay, but it may not be customized to wear comfortably."

Chen Chong casually looked in the mirror and said with a satisfied smile: "You have to wear the clothes you bought no matter how uncomfortable you are."

"Look, you're so proud." Zhang Aijia gave him a blank look, then went into the bathroom, and asked, "Where are the songs you wrote?"

"I have no time to write when I keep holding you."

"Scammer write quickly."

"Okay, I'll write it." Chen Chong leaned against the door, watched her haircut, and said, "Go to the recording studio tomorrow and I'll sing it to you."

Zhang Aijia took the comb, turned around in surprise, and asked, "Will you not leave tomorrow?"

"Do you really want me to leave?" Chen Chong said, "I said I'll stay for three or five days, and today is the next day."

"So three days or five days?"

"If you serve well, I will stay for five days. If you serve poorly, I will stay for three days." Chen Chong said with a smile that could only be understood and unspeakable, "I mean to be evening."

"Pervious" Zhang Aijia picked up a hairpin on the dressing table, smashed him, and said, "Go out, I want to take a shower."

Chen Chong picked up the outline card, threw it back to her, then went to the living room, turned on the TV, sat on the sofa, picked up a banana, and watched while eating.

I changed all the TV, CTV and CTV. After watching it for a few minutes, Chen Chong shook his head secretly. It was helpless to see that the hardware conditions were not as good as those of future generations. After all, technology cannot be achieved overnight, but the entertainment of TV programs is far less than that of future generations, so I can't stand it.

The great Neil Portsman proposed a very clever theory in "Entertainment to Death" - media, that is, metaphor. It means that the media that disseminates information can "define the real world" with a hidden but powerful suggestive force. A specific form of media will prefer a certain special content, thereby shaping the characteristics of the entire culture.

The development of media technology and the emergence of radio and photos in the 20th century have led human beings to shift from the "text reading era" centered on printed text to the "graphic reading era" centered on images. TV is the most representative and dominant media form in the "graphic reading era". It has changed the model of social cognition and interpersonal communication and triggered profound cultural changes.

There is only one content that TV prefers to communicate information, and that is entertainment.

After the emergence of television, all human activities, including politics, religion, education and any other public affairs content, were inevitably redefined by television, and gradually appeared in entertainment. All cultural content willingly became vassals of entertainment, without complaints or even silently, "the result was that we became a species that would entertain until death."

With the development of television and multimedia, this theory has been increasingly proved that in the 21st century before Shen Chong traveled, almost anything and any activity were wrapped in entertainment. Even solemn court hearings, solemn weddings, cruel disasters, sad deaths, and boring academics can become the raw materials for all kinds of nonsensical funny and ridiculous things.

This is a natural law that Shen Chong cannot change. Since it cannot be changed, why not use the extremely rich entertainment creativity in his previous life to redefine the current TV program?

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Zhang Aijia stood at the door of the living room with a bath towel in her arms, and said, "I'm going to eat up the banana peel."

"Nothing." Shen Chong threw away the banana peel and said, "Go and change your clothes quickly and go out for dinner. I basically didn't eat anything at the party at noon. I was almost hungry."

"Watching stage plays at night, don't wear a dress, right?"

"No." Shen Chong looked at the program on the TV and asked, "Do you know Zhang Xiaoyan?"

"Sister Xiaoyan? Of course I know each other. We are good friends. The suit I bought with you when I went shopping with her."

"When will her Variety Show 100 be released?"

"Sunday at 8 p.m.." Zhang Aijia asked from behind the faintly hidden bedroom door: "Do you know?"

"What do you know?"

"I'm going to "Variety Show 100" this Sunday." Zhang Aijia said while changing clothes carefully: "Prepare the new album."

Shen Chong said oh and asked, "When will the video be recorded?"

"Friday."

After Zhang Aijia finished speaking, she opened the door, walked out, and asked, "How is it?"

After asking, he put his waist on his waist and pointed his finger at Shen Chong, threatening: "Don't say he looks like a tutor."

Shen Chong couldn't help laughing. She was wearing a women's shirt and a small skirt. Her outfit and expressions at this time were like the man in "The Best Partner".

When the two drove back to Jiajia Performing Arts and Culture Center again, Zhang Aijia couldn't help but be amazed.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Shen Chong parked his car on the side of the road, rolled down the window, pointed to the theater with orange lights, and introduced: "According to traditional architectural design, the theater is usually located on the top floor, so that the space can be maximized. The space here is sacrificed and set on the second floor for this effect. Look, standing on the street, you can see the figures in the theater opposite, and watch them stand up, sit down, applaud, and laugh. If an ordinary person passes here every day, will there be a day, such as Christmas Eve or Christmas, go buy a couple ticket, and walk in with your beloved person to see what kind of joy and sorrow are being staged inside?"

Zhang Aijia's eyes were blurred, and she looked at the building that looked like a mirage, then leaned over and kissed him, and said, "You have built a miracle and given a reward."

Chen Chong accepted her reward with a smile and said, "Let's go, let's go in."

"But there are so many people at the door." Zhang Aijia hesitated to look at the crowded crowd in the square at the door and asked, "How to get in?"

“Enter from behind.”

After driving around for most of the time, I arrived at the back of the theater. There was a semicircular eight-story building, which was closely linked to the Performing Arts and Culture Center. At the gate, there were several uniformed security guards standing.

After taking out the invitation and showing it to the security guard, Chen Chong took Zhang Aijia into the building and introduced: "This is an annex to the Performing Arts and Culture Center. If you have a passage, you can go directly to the backstage of the theater. You are still in the renovation. After the completion, you can move the film company here."

"This is mine, too?"

"Of course." Chen Chong said with a smile: "The theater will not be profitable within three to five years. If you don't have an office building to collect rent, why do you pay the water and electricity bill? The lights outside look good, and you will have to pay more than NT$100,000 every night."

Zhang Aijia hugged his arm tightly and followed him to the dim temporary guide light. Before entering the brightly lit theater, she hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a daze: "Does she know?"

"Know."

After Zhang Aijia sighed silently, Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Let's go quickly, let's go to the backstage to see Jinbao and the others first. Speaking of which, Jinbao is really a waste. I treat him as a friend. I have been rehearsing here for two weeks, but I didn't tell me a word."

"No one knows the name of the theater except me, your grandfather, Zhang Daqian, and carvings." Chen Chong said: "Of course, Jin Shijie doesn't know either."

"He can at least tell me what show is going on tonight, right?"

"I can tell you." Chen Chong smiled and said, "But once he said it, he was spoiled."

"Forget it, I don't want to listen." After Zhang Aijia took a few steps, he looked at the crew members who were shouting and running around in a hurry, and said, "Don't bother Jin Bao, just go to the theater and go to find him when the performance is over."

After entering the theater and greetings with familiar and unfamiliar people, the two settled down, found their place, and sat down.

"It's so strange. The lights here feel dimmer than from the outside." Zhang Aijia looked around and asked strangely: "And the neon lights outside do not seem to disturb the inside."

"The latest optical glass and architectural design are used here." Chen Chong said softly: "Actually, I want to project the content on the stage directly onto the glass curtain wall outside in real time. Unfortunately, the current technology cannot achieve that effect."

"It's whimsical." Zhang Aijia looked at him with her black and white eyes and said, "I think this place is already perfect."

"It's not good enough." Chen Chong shook his head and said, "Twenty years later, I must implement this technology.

At this time, the stage curtain opened, the monitor came out, bowed and said, "I am very honored that our Lanling Opera House can become the first troupe to perform in this great theater. Here, on behalf of all the crew members, I would like to thank Mr. Chen Chong and Miss Zhang Aijia for their love and support, and also thank all the guests for their visit and support."
Chapter completed!