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Chapter 50
That night, Yao Bianliang didn't sleep well at all.
She searched online for numerous pieces of information about the epidemic, including news, latest updates, netizen comments, and many expert opinions on the situation.
In short, the more she looked, the more alarmed she became.
Her drama's theme was truly teetering on the edge of danger!!
Currently, the viewership was low only because of a lack of promotion. Additionally, with the sudden onset of the epidemic, many people hadn't yet processed it and temporarily hadn't made the connection.
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Once someone with keen insights realized that this drama was closely related to current events, it would be a disaster!
That night, Yao Bianliang didn't fall asleep until two in the morning, and even then, she slept restlessly.
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She had a nightmare.
In her dream, the moonlight was beautiful, lights flickered, and the square was packed with a sea of people, cheers echoing to the heavens.
Everyone held illuminated support signs, and many were shouting a name.
Yao Bianliang didn't pay much attention at first, but when she listened carefully, she finally distinguished from the chaotic cheers—they were shouting her name, Liangliang.
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She swallowed and turned to ask Assistant Chen beside her: "What are they all here for?!"
Assistant Chen smiled: "Sister Liang, don't you remember? They're all viewers coming to watch your drama. Your drama is a hit."
Brother Long and the others also smiled: "That's right, we have to thank several influential accounts for recommending it, bringing in the first batch of viewers."
Yao Bianliang's heart trembled violently as she turned to look in disbelief at the massive crowd before her.
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She said desperately: "How... how many people have come to watch the drama?"
How many views would that be?!
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Zhou Fei leaned in from the side, smiling brightly: "Not too many, just over four billion people."
Four billion!
Dream-Yao Bianliang was almost in despair. She inquired all the way until she finally arrived at a small computer room.
She found the culprit who had made her popular.
The culprit sat with his back to her, and Yao Bianliang approached, asking who he was.
"You've forgotten me?" The person turned around, smiled slightly, showing a set of gleaming white teeth: "My name is Feng Shijin."
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In the darkness, his face wasn't clear. Yao Bianliang vaguely felt he looked familiar, and squinted as she moved closer—
Wasn't this Feng Shiyuan's face!
With a "click," suddenly, the room's lights brightened.
Yao Bianliang then discovered that besides Feng Shiyuan, many others were seated in the room.
Zhou Fei, Assistant Chen, Long Guoqing... almost everyone was there. Yao Bianliang even saw Yao Xinxin.
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Finally, Yao Bianliang was abruptly startled awake.
"What a terrifying nightmare..."
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After waking up, she felt somewhat unnerved, taking a moment to regain her composure before sitting upright.
By then, daylight was already bright. Yao Bianliang opened her phone to check the time—it was already nine in the morning.
"This can't go on, my theme is truly too dangerous." Yao Bianliang could no longer sit still.
Indeed, over the past few days, her drama's viewership had been very low, and the attention it received was far less than other dramas.
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But hadn't the previous task also gone incredibly smoothly at first? Yet at the final crucial moment, an unexpected incident occurred, and all her efforts were wasted.
Yao Bianliang didn't want history to repeat itself.
With this in mind, the first person she contacted was Zhou Fei.
"Zhou Fei, arrange immediately to modify all promotional copy, plot synopses, and related topic content, ensuring to remove any text related to medical care and medical staff."
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"Huh? Change everything?" Zhou Fei had just woken up and was still somewhat dazed.
Hearing Yao Bianliang's instructions, he took a moment to react, asking confusedly: "If we don't write about these things, what should we write about?"
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Their drama was specifically about this subject! How could they not mention it at all?
Yao Bianliang: "Write whatever you want, just try not to let people associate this drama with the current epidemic."
After giving Zhou Fei clear instructions, Yao Bianliang immediately logged into Weibo and modified her post.
Any words containing the character for "medical" were all replaced. Sections of text that could easily evoke associations were also deleted one by one.
After working on this all morning, Yao Bianliang finally relaxed a bit, collapsing back onto the sofa.
"I wonder if making these changes now is still in time..."
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She had modified all relevant terms. Now, searching for tags like "medical care" or "medical staff" on short video platforms wouldn't lead to her drama at all.
Moreover, she had also arranged for Zhou Fei to modify certain topics and terms to prevent the public from linking this drama with the epidemic.
Currently, the drama's viewership remained very low. By using this time to modify all related content, the issue should have been addressed in a timely manner, right?
Yao Bianliang browsed through relevant web pages again and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Only five days left—surely I can hold out for this short time?" she prayed silently.
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As time passed, the final deadline drew ever closer.
Due to the epidemic, the entire country had officially entered a state of alert, with the principle of no gatherings and no going out in the near term.
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In such circumstances, people confined to their homes could only listen to music, read novels, and watch dramas.
Consequently, variety shows like "Good Drama PK Competition" not only didn't see decreased popularity but actually experienced an increase.
Inside the variety show studio, there was a jubilant atmosphere.
"Director, our data numbers are very high this time!" Staff members all wore smiles on their faces.
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The program director was also satisfied with this result. "Good Drama PK Competition" was now in its third season and had always been a program designed to generate money and traffic. Achieving such good results was truly commendable.
"Director, I just received a notice—it's amazing news!"
Suddenly, a voice sounded from outside the door as a short staff member hurriedly entered, a smile on his face.
In a good mood, the director asked: "What good news?"
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"For this season's competition finals, didn't we film eight short dramas?" The short man grinned: "I just received the information. One of these dramas has caught the attention of officials! Now, the authorities are preparing to promote it as a positive energy video."
The director was momentarily stunned, feeling both delighted and somewhat incredulous: "Really?"
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Officially promoted dramas weren't unheard of, but they were extremely rare. The director had been in the entertainment industry for many years and had never encountered such good fortune.
The staff member continued: "The organizers have requested that we capitalize on this drama's popularity. With official promotion, our variety show will definitely reach a new level!"
The director nodded. When he heard this news, this was also his first reaction.
Since it was their variety show's production, they needed to keep this popularity firmly in their grasp. If he couldn't handle such a small matter properly, he'd be unfit to continue as the program director.
"Of course, which group's drama is it?" he asked.
The man chuckled: "It's the medical staff-themed drama that Yao Bianliang filmed! During an epidemic, isn't this exactly the kind of positive energy content we need?"
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Director: "......"
Yao Bianliang?!
At this, the previously joyful room gradually fell silent.
It was actually Yao Bianliang's group...
Yet just days ago, they had completely dissociated themselves from her!!
In the midst of the silence, the atmosphere gradually became awkward.
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The staff member who had delivered the news was unaware of the background situation but sensed something was amiss, scratching his head hesitantly without speaking further.
The director's face darkened: "Is this information reliable?"
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"Completely reliable. The promotion will start tonight at the latest."
After receiving this definitive answer, the director also began to panic.
He instinctively took out his phone to call Lu Yanchen, but to his surprise, the line was continuously busy.
Young Master Lu was dropping the ball at a time like this?
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This was when the director truly began to feel anxious.
This was a major issue. With Yao Bianliang's short drama being officially promoted, her future development would only improve, and their recent blacklisting of her would become a complete joke.
Yao Bianliang had always disapproved of "Good Drama PK Competition's" methods, and they had consistently suppressed her, surely generating resentment.
And as the program director, for the sake of Yao Xinxin and Lu Yanchen, he had thoroughly offended Yao Bianliang!
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With this development, several leaders from the organizing committee would certainly inquire about the matter.
If those people discovered that he had completely denied Yao Bianliang any exposure to curry favor with the Lu Group, causing the program to miss such a significant highlight, he would definitely be held accountable.
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In that case, pleasing neither side, his position would become precarious!
Thinking of this, the director felt restless, with sweat covering his forehead.
At this moment, he somewhat regretted his actions. During the finals, his suppression of Yao Bianliang had been too severe and obvious, not giving her even the slightest bit of exposure.
As a result, the program team and Yao Bianliang had completely burned bridges, leaving no room for reconciliation.
No, calm down... he needed to remain calm.
The Lu Group was, after all, the program's largest investor, and Young Master Lu would certainly protect him. The organizing committee, considering Young Master Lu's influence, probably wouldn't be too harsh on him, right?
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"Where is Young Master Lu?" Unable to get through on the phone, the director asked the staff members around him again, his tone more urgent.
The staff members exchanged glances, and finally, one stepped forward and said softly: "I've heard that an entertainment company under the Lu Group apparently had a scandal, and Young Master Lu has rushed back overnight to handle the situation."
"What?" The director was stunned.
If Young Master Lu was busy dealing with Lu Group matters, who would care about a small figure like him!
The director's lips trembled, and finally, his legs weakened, and he sat back down in his seat.
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Meanwhile, Yao Bianliang had already bought champagne in advance.
These past few days, she had been living in constant anxiety, but now she could finally relax.
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Tonight was the final day of her task. And up to this point, the viewership was far below the system's requirement.
Victory was just ahead!
Just thinking about finally bidding farewell to her corporate slave life and happily enjoying her trillion yuan filled Yao Bianliang with so much excitement she wanted to cry.
The system couldn't help but remind her: "Host, there are still three hours left."
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"Just three hours, no big deal." Yao Bianliang wasn't concerned, feeling extremely relaxed.
Her current viewership was around twenty million; according to the system's requirements, as long as the viewership remained below fifty million, there wouldn't be an issue.
Increasing the short drama's viewership by thirty million in three hours?
Let's not even discuss it—this was simply impossible.
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This was just a short drama that could only be played on short video platforms, not on the same level as regular TV dramas broadcast on television.
In the current situation, if a top-tier video blogger released a video, it might gain a few hundred thousand views in an hour. This was already a figure that 99.99% of video bloggers could only dream of.
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Even for a super first-tier celebrity releasing a short drama video after long-term marketing and hype, it would be difficult to achieve over ten million views in an hour.
Moreover, her drama had hardly any promotion, let alone traffic.
Trying to reverse the situation in the final three hours was nothing short of fantasy.
"Don't worry," Yao Bianliang revealed a smile, "Even if a super first-tier celebrity appeared now, it wouldn't matter. Unless my drama gets on television, there's absolutely no hope for a comeback!"
Thinking this, she leisurely picked up her phone, preparing to take another glance at the current data.
However, when she saw the numbers clearly, she froze.
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Twenty-one million plus?
She remembered that just earlier, this figure had been just over twenty million. How had it suddenly increased so much?
Could it be... that she had remembered incorrectly?
Yao Bianliang felt something was strange and refreshed the page again.
The numbers jumped once more, and this time, there was another noticeable increase visible to the naked eye.
"Is my phone glitching?"
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Yao Bianliang felt increasingly uneasy. She exited the app and then logged back in.
This time, the viewership had directly jumped to twenty-two million!
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Yao Bianliang's fingers began to tremble as she started to refresh the page continuously. To her despair, with each refresh, the viewership continued to climb at an alarming rate.
"What on earth is happening?!" Yao Bianliang was dumbfounded.
The increase was too rapid, leaving her completely helpless. Even rockets didn't rise this absurdly fast.
Was there a problem with her phone, or had the app crashed?
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"Ding dong!"
Just then, WeChat suddenly chimed with a series of notification sounds as someone sent messages.
Zhou Fei: "Sister Liang, incredible news! Our drama is actually on television!!"
