Fang Shiling's call disturbed Chu Yuanxi and Zhu Chi. She felt that she underestimated her value for the moment, and then realized the reality. She had a vision of the future of short videos. She felt that she was the one who needed help. At least someone needed to give her an idea. She could not always take the initiative by Chu Yuanxi.

Chu Yuanxi also felt a lot of urgency. Fang Shiling dug Zhu Chi, which shows that short videos are indeed very popular now, and all kinds of talents may be poached, so his actions are accelerated.

The hearts of the two people went up and down with the bumpy train.

After a five-hour trip, they arrived at Chang'an North Station. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when they got off the bus. Chang'an was still brightly lit in winter night. Uncle Sheng was wearing a thick down jacket and an adventure hat waiting at the exit.

Uncle Sheng is a little fat man. He hasn't seen him for many years. Apart from a sharp rise in his hairline and a pair of gold-framed glasses, he has no major changes. His height of 1.73 meters is very embarrassing. He can get rid of the shackles of second-class disabled by increasing his height by two centimeters and get a high score during blind dates.

Perhaps it is precisely because of his height of two centimeters that he is still alone, and his body is extremely reliable in winter nights.

"This, Uncle Sheng, this!" Chu Yuanxi called out a few times before Uncle Sheng saw him. He was surprised and said in a white breath: "Old Chu, did you still come with your girlfriend? Chang'an is not suitable for travel in winter."

"It's okay, just eat it. Going to Huiminfang for a big meal is serious." Chu Yuanxi took a sip of the cool air outside the railway station. The air in Chang'an in Xijing lacked the rich and fragrant haze of the imperial capital, which made his long-tested lung feel a chill.

Zhu Chi poked Chu Yuanxi.

Chu Yuanxi rubbed his nose and said, "I'll introduce it. This is not my girlfriend, but a partner in the business, Zhu Chi."

"Ah? Ah!" Uncle Sheng leaned closer and suddenly realized, "Isn't this the...beauty in the video holding a dog?"

"right."

"Happy, I, Huang Lujun, everyone calls me Uncle Sheng. Lao Chu said you are the big anchor of ZZ's million-study fans?" Uncle Sheng nodded and stretched out his greasy Lushan's claws to shake Zhu Chi.

A person's age group can be accurately judged by how to call a strange girl. For example, those who are usually under 30 years old, while those who are called "girls" are mostly those who are active on the Internet after 2000, usually over 30.

When Chu Yuanxi saw Uncle Sheng recognize Zhu Chi, he happened to ask him: "How do you feel after watching the video?"

"Didn't you see anything good?" Uncle Sheng said without a trace: "Why are so many people like it?"

Chu Yuanxi was surprised: "You didn't hear BGM's goodness?"

"Isn't it just a cross-border music?" Uncle Sheng said disapprovingly, "It's good that there are so many BGMs like this?"

"Cross-border? Isn't this POP? Pop music." Zhu Chi didn't know anything about music. Unexpectedly, Uncle Sheng said proudly: "It combines pop styles, country blues, and a little light rock with little percussion. In short, it's just a string, nothing great."

"Well, it's definitely not good if you don't have folk songs." Chu Yuanxi said teasingly.

"Hahahaha, that's of course!" Uncle Sheng is a staunch defender of folk songs.

He called for a taxi, opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, and then said to Chu Yuanxi: "I originally wanted to take you to my house, but I didn't expect you to bring your beautiful girls to the hotel."

Chu Yuanxi said: "Go to Huiminfang first. I remember that your house is not far from Huiminfang, and it's just a little snack."

"I don't care, but you're sure..." Uncle Sheng turned around and looked at Zhu Chi, who nodded wildly.

So, after leaving Chang'an North Station, heading south, along Zhuque Street to LH District, I soon saw the second floor of Bell and Drum, which can be called Chang'an landmark.

There are not many places within the Celestial Chronicle where people can compete with the imperial capital for background and humanities. Chang'an must be one, and it is even better than a few points. Without it, it is a battle with ancient city architecture. During the founding of the imperial capital, the "Eight-Armed Nezha Ancient City Wall" designed by Liu Bowen in the Ming Dynasty was flattened, leaving only a few small sections of broken walls and remnants, but the ancient city walls in Chang'an remained intact.

When competing with the royal gardens, the emperor has the burnt Old Summer Palace and the well-preserved Summer Palace, as well as the famous Forbidden City, but Chang'an is not timid. Let's not talk about the Terracotta Warriors and the Huaqing Palace, and the Furong Garden of the Tang Dynasty?

Unfortunately, I didn’t come here this time. Attractions such as Big Wild Goose Pagoda and Huguo Temple must be too late, but Huiminfang is also a famous scenic spot in Chang'an, right? You can relieve your worries with one meal.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when we arrived at Huiminfang. It was very cold and the land was very cold, but the crowd was still woven, and various stalls were lined up. Three people found a small shop and sat in. Uncle Sheng took the initiative to take the menu and operated it like a tiger. Soon he quickly brought two basins of mutton. Zhu Chi Chu Yuanxi quickly washed his hands and started pinching the cakes one by one. The basin of mutton had to be pinched into small pieces to taste good, and the more broken the cakes, the better.

Seeing that Chu Yuanxi had almost eaten, Uncle Sheng planned it and asked, "What do you mean by entrepreneurship?"

"I want to do short video self-media, focusing on Douyin and volcano, and need to be edited, script design, video processing, and music production." Chu Yuanxi looked up and said, "I need you to go to the imperial capital with me."

"Go to the imperial capital with you?" Uncle Sheng was shocked immediately, "You didn't say that on WeChat."

"The WeChat message said, you are not scanning the bed to greet me, but telling me not to come." Chu Yuanxi looked into Uncle Sheng's eyes, "So, I need to talk to you in person."

"Is music production original? You have to go to the imperial capital with you? Is it okay to work online?"

"It's not original, cover, mix, and rearrangement, such as pop-to-reggae, folk songs to pop, etc." Chu Yuanxi believes that there is something between her and Uncle Sheng, "Everything can be done online, but music production cannot be done on-site. So, I need you to sacrifice your comfortable life now."

"It doesn't matter whether you are comfortable or not. I should agree no matter what you have found, but I have already started on the dragonfly." Uncle Sheng became more interested after hearing that he did not do original work. He lowered his head slightly, held his hands together, placed it in front of his forehead, rubbed it for a while before saying, "I will go to the imperial capital with you, everything will start again. What do my fans think of me?"

"It's already started... You shouldn't have more than 10,000 fans on Dragonfly, right?"

"A little more than 9,000." Uncle Sheng was a little proud when he said this. It was difficult to accumulate music fans, especially for singers who had not yet become famous. These fans were all saved by him after working hard for several years, and finally it was about to exceed ten thousand.

"Then what is your dream? I mean specific."
Chapter completed!