"The second program, I'd like to do a war drama series," Tang Hanliu said.
"What do you mean?" Jiang Ye narrowed his eyes.
"As far as I know, the troops are currently conducting long-range operations on Birong Star, right? The television station has the equipment to extract visual and auditory signals from the remote control pods. You just need to allow one reporter to go to the front line, and we'll edit the footage and sounds the reporter sees and hears while operating on the front line into a program similar to a drama series," Tang Hanliu said. "The highlight of this program is that everyone is curious about the troops' combat status on an alien planet. People of all ages love to watch it. As long as the post-production is good, the ratings will definitely be there, and advertising sponsorships will follow soon. Including the remote control pods, the total budget is 10 million."
Jiang Ye remained silent, considering.
The idea sounded good, turning alien planet battles into a TV show, and more importantly, it was real. Not to mention ordinary citizens, even he, the commander, was interested.
However, there was also the risk of leaks. Some information about the troops could not be disclosed, as it would pose security risks. If security was not an issue, this would be a great program. While watching, the audience could also gain some understanding of the troops and serve a propaganda purpose.
"You can film it, but make sure to control the content. You understand, right?" Jiang Ye asked.
"I understand."
"Show me each episode before it airs. Only broadcast it if I approve."
"Understood!"
"Good, this program is approved. Next program," Jiang Ye asked.
"The next program is planned to be an interview-style show, where several people sit at a table, eat, and chat. The focus will be on intellectual conversations or celebrity gossip. It doesn't require a large number of people, but the quality of the participants must be high, preferably including social celebrities. This type of program is generally favored by intellectuals, white-collar workers, and advertisers," Tang Hanliu said with a smile. "The budget doesn't need to be too high; three million is enough to get started."
"Alright, but control the content as well. The key is to talk about what the audience likes to hear, not what they don't," Jiang Ye nodded. Such an inexpensive program, doing one wouldn't be a problem.
"Then I'd also like to take this opportunity to invite you," Tang Hanliu said with a smile. "Once our program is up and running, would you be willing to participate in an episode?"
"I can consider it," Jiang Ye smiled.
The two chatted for another hour.
Out of more than twenty programs, Jiang Ye rejected half and decided to launch the production of ten programs.
The rejected programs were mostly too sensitive in subject matter or too explicit in content. More than half of them were late-night passion programs, all of which Jiang Ye cut. The most risqué program was a bodybuilding competition selection, which would feature a group of handsome men and beautiful women with well-defined muscles. The reason Jiang Ye agreed to produce and broadcast this program was that fitness is good for the body, and it might even drive the fitness industry on the entire planet. Even if it didn't produce a batch of gyms, at least people would work better after exercising.
These programs required a total investment of 150 million.
This price was entirely affordable for Jiang Ye. After all, the production costs for TV programs on other planets often started at hundreds of millions! The reason his own television station required less money was mainly because the population on the planet was too small, and there were almost no celebrities, so there would be no exorbitant appearance fees. When the planet's population increased in the future, the production costs of television programs would likely also rise. However, by then, the television station would be operational, and he would likely have a large number of investors, so Jiang Ye wouldn't have to pay much.
In addition to the upcoming television programs, Tang Hanliu also planned to shoot several dramas. These included a comedy film, two television soap operas, and a documentary. The theme of the documentary was work in various industries, and it would involve filming in major factories, enterprises, the television station, and the army, allowing the public on Jiang Ye Star to better understand the planet.
The production costs for these dramas were also borne by Jiang Ye, totaling 90 million. Once the dramas were filmed, advertisers would come to invest and buy advertising slots. Eighty percent of the profits would go to Jiang Ye, and twenty percent would go to the daily operations of the television station.
"Then it's settled," Tang Hanliu tilted her head and looked around. "Your house is so big."
"It's alright. Houses in the hot spring area are all like this," Jiang Ye said.
"You live alone?"
"Of course."
"Doesn't it feel empty?" Tang Hanliu uncrossed her legs and smiled. "Don't you feel lonely?"
"No, in fact, I feel it's still a bit small. I might move to a larger house in the future," Jiang Ye said.
"Alright then. I won't disturb your work," Tang Hanliu's expression was slightly disappointed. She rolled up the tablet computer again and put it in her怀. "You're busy, I'll go back and plan the programs."
"I'll see you out," Jiang Ye stood up.
After escorting Tang Hanliu to the door, Jiang Ye turned back into the room and first went to the bathroom mirror to look at himself.
Handsome?
He felt it was just average.
Why was he ignored before freezing, but often noticed by girls after freezing? Could it be that the aesthetic standards of this era had changed? After all, the standards for handsome men and beautiful women varied in different historical periods. Perhaps his appearance was more popular in this era.
Jiang Ye didn't think about it further. He went to the kitchen to eat and drink, brewed a dose of traditional Chinese medicine, drank it, went upstairs, and got into the remote control pod.
...
He opened his eyes and woke up in a bathtub full of ice.
The time on Birong Star was exactly evening. Looking out the window, the horizon still had the last trace of red and yellow light, and the sky overhead had already turned a deep blue like seawater. In a few more minutes, it would be completely dark.
He could see many mechs moving around nearby, as well as rocket artillery.
He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the happy flu virus had not continued to spread, and he couldn't see the entire camp in trouble.
Jiang Ye bought a swordsman mech and put it on, then headed to the fortress.
He went straight to the control room.
Isabelle was on duty, wearing a white silk nightgown with lace trim, revealing a pair of fair, long legs. She looked radiant and smooth. She yawned listlessly. Hearing the door open, she turned her head and became slightly more alert when she saw Jiang Ye enter.
"You're here, then I'm off duty," Isabelle stood up.
"Wait a moment, there's something I need to tell you," Jiang Ye said. "A war correspondent will be coming in a few days to produce a TV program. If the reporter is here when you are, please keep an eye on them, don't leak any secrets, and don't let them film any bad shots."
"What do you mean by bad shots?" Isabelle tilted her head and patted herself. "Me wearing a nightgown, with my spring scenery exposed in the control room, would that be a bad shot?"
"It definitely would be a bad shot!" Jiang Ye was speechless. "You need to be dressed formally, have a stern expression, and look like a soldier! Do you understand what a mighty army and a grand formation mean?"