"So we have to do that last program again? And come up with a fresh take on it, too?"
Shen Le sat alone on one side of a long conference table, facing a whole crowd of civil servants on the other:
The directors of the Shanghai, Hubei Province, and Hunan Province branches of the Special Affairs Bureau, representatives sent by the provincial television stations, and personnel from several other relevant departments.
The Shanghai director had just finished summarizing Shen Le's requirements when the head of Mango TV began shaking his head. "This really is difficult. Whether it's a Spring Festival gala, a Lantern Festival gala, or any other gala, there are rules governing the program lineup. We can't let a single act take up that much time."
To awaken Lord Xiang, the Special Affairs Bureau had already called in countless favors and done a great many things. There was, for instance, the Xiang Region Museum's special exhibition, "Nine Songs and the Deities of Chu";
The recitations and songs from Nine Songs inserted into major publicity platforms;
The nationwide tour of the dance drama Nine Songs;
And the specially filmed short dramas about the deities of Chu, heavily promoted across every platform-
Favors had an expiration date! You couldn't keep calling them in forever! You couldn't use the same excuse twice!
Shen Le watched him silently. Ahem. Has it occurred to you that I need as many people of Chu as possible to see it, not people of Hunan-
Although Lord Xiang and Lady Xiang's secret realm lay within Dongting Lake, the people who could provide Lord Xiang with the most power of faith were the people of Chu! The people of Chu!
A flicker of embarrassment crossed the face of the Hubei Province television station's director. In fact, they could