Chapter 81

The winter night always comes so quickly. Before Lin Han could step out, the outside was already lit up with dazzling lights and festive screens, together supporting the prosperity of the night.

The bars in Sanlitun are never short of people, whether Chinese or foreigners, all letting loose in the bars.

For outsiders, there are many black shops in Sanlitun, and a slight misstep could cost them thousands of yuan.

Wang Hao, being a local in Yanjing, naturally found a bar without all sorts of dazzling consumption options.

The noisy bar had somewhat dim lighting. When Lin Han found Wang Hao, the guy was chatting with a girl at the bar, and it seemed he was almost about to get her phone number.

To avoid interrupting at a crucial moment, he decided not to rush over. However, the sharp-eyed Wang Hao inadvertently saw Lin Han and waved hard, "Lin Han, over here!"

"You came pretty early," Lin Han said, giving Wang Hao a punch on the shoulder. He then said to the bartender, "Bring us a dozen beers."

The girl, seeing the two start chatting, smiled and left, "You guys chat, I'll go find my friends."

"I guess I came at the wrong time, scaring away your target for tonight," Lin Han said.

Wang Hao pointed to the seat and said with a smile, "Not tonight, I still have to go home. Just a casual chat. You're quite something, you should have studied literature or editing in college, coming to the directing program is a waste of talent."

Wang Hao knew a lot about his friend's recent activities, such as being the author of this year's best-selling sci-fi novel, winning three Galaxy Awards, and winning a micro-novel award in the UK.

"How do you know I'm wasting my talent? Wait until I start making sci-fi movies, I'll scare the hell out of you." Lin Han took a sip of beer and looked up at the bartender performing on the stage, "Now I'm a millionaire, tonight you can order whatever you want, but no 82 Lafite."

Wang Hao widened his eyes, "Damn, writing novels is so profitable? Give me some pointers, I don't need to make a million, even a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand would be fine!"

"Do you, a CCTV employee, still need money?" Lin Han said with disdain, not having heard of such a place needing money.

Wang Hao sighed and shook his head, "If you want to live a stable life, the salary here is pretty good, over ten thousand yuan a month, plus bonuses and subsidies. But ten thousand yuan a month in Yanjing is almost middle to lower class, and buying a house still depends on family support."

CCTV has a strict hierarchy. The highest level is the formal employees with national public institution status, followed by the station-hired and company-hired employees, both under labor dispatch systems with agreements between CCTV and third-party companies. The lowest level is the external cooperative employees, who work in the CCTV building but are not considered CCTV staff.

Lin Han didn't know how to comfort his friend, so he patted Wang Hao on the shoulder, "Every job has its risks. If you become one of the directors on CCTV-1, the salary is low, but the benefits and subsidies are high. I'm waiting for the day you run a show, then you have to invite me on your show to make an appearance."

"I thought 'Journey to the West' could be broadcast quickly, so I could get a big bonus. But the post-production team is stuck, the special effects team has finished, but the music is all stuck. Already, five or six composers have failed."

As a major production, 'Journey to the West' has attracted a lot of attention, and the broadcasting rights have been sold several rounds even before it was broadcast.

CCTV, as the producer, naturally broadcasts it first. After CCTV finishes one round, it's the turn of local TV stations. Even so, it has earned several hundred million yuan in broadcasting rights, not to mention the sky-high ads sold by CCTV.

Of course, there can be no product placement in the TV series 'Journey to the West,' but the ads before, during, and after the show have already been bid on, with the top bidder putting in over a hundred million yuan. This is not like a variety show with sponsorship rights.

From any angle, Wang Hao especially hopes the TV series can be released soon, as this is his first time participating in a major production.

As an Earthling, Lin Han also wants to see what this world's 'Journey to the West' looks like. Now that he has an insider, he asked, "What's wrong with the music? Can't CCTV find a suitable composer?"

Wang Hao, who was drinking, choked on these words and started coughing hard, with beer entering his trachea.

He patted his chest hard, his face turning red, "You're drunk after just two bottles of beer. You, a novelist, going to do the music, you're just making things harder for me."

This was really a misunderstanding of Lin Han. If it were any other TV series, he wouldn't be able to do it. But it just so happens to be 'Journey to the West.' When Lin Han was on Earth, he once helped forward the Weibo of 'Journey to the West' composer Xu Jingqing, hoping to help the old man realize his dream of holding a 'Journey to the West' theme concert.

However, after several years, the Weibo forward volume was very low, and the concert still hadn't materialized, even though the old man had run around a lot.

When the theme song singer Yan Su passed away, the concert still hadn't been held. Therefore, Lin Han searched online for the TV series' music, read various analyses in detail, and knew which instruments to use at what seconds and which segments to perform.

Now he wants to approach art with a scientific attitude, even though it may seem unfair to art, but this is already the limit of what Lin Han can do.

He is not knowledgeable about music; he initially delved into it out of pure passion. Now he can only rely on his strong memory to replicate it.

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