Chapter 2743: No Educational Value

"Come in!" Ma Xiaotong shouted, and as her voice faded, the meeting room door was pushed open, and Zhou Andong walked in.

"Uncle Zhou!" Wan Peng saw Zhou Andong and immediately stood up, shouting and waving his hand.

"Chairman!"

"Chairman!"

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

"Chairman!"

「……」

Everyone stood up to greet him. Zhou Andong smiled and nodded, raising his hand and pressing down: "Sit, sit, sit. Continue your meeting—I'm not in a hurry. We'll talk after the meeting."

"It's about the Spring Festival Gala." Seeing Zhou Andong arrive, Jiang Yuyue, who had been lazily sitting silent, glanced at him with a hint of tenderness: "What brings you here today?"

"Boss, please sit here." Ma Xiaotong stood up to make space.

Zhou Andong waved his hand and sat in the empty seat beside Tu Honggang: "Earlier, I mentioned making a children's song album for the fourth one—I've written the songs. Also, I've prepared the few songs I'll sing at my wedding. I'm sending them over for you to review, and have Dou Xian'er arrange them."

Zhou Andong scanned the room and unexpectedly saw Chen Lin. During the Tribute Music Festival, he had seen her and invited her to Future Culture, but she had declined at the time. Now, seeing her here, he wondered if she hadn't yet met her future partner.

Luo Lin was also present, as Zhou Andong valued him highly, so Ma Xiaotong directly appointed him Deputy Music Director of Future Culture. He wanted to greet Zhou Andong upon seeing him, but the crowd was too thick, so he never got the chance and ended up sitting silently.

"Where's the sheet music? Hurry up and let me see it." Jiang Yuyue blinked her beautiful big eyes and extended her hand.

Zhou Andong tossed his briefcase over: "It's all in the bag—take a look yourself."

Jiang Yuyue picked up the bag, opened it, and pulled out a stack of manuscript paper.

Ma Xiaotong reached over, took a few sheets, and began reading. Everyone else stared intently, especially Dou Xian'er, who felt an unbearable itch in her heart.

The meeting room suddenly fell silent—so quiet you could hear a pin drop. After more than half an hour, Jiang Yuyue and Ma Xiaotong simultaneously lifted their heads, exchanged a glance, then looked toward Zhou Andong.

"Boss!" Ma Xiaotong waved the sheet music in her hand: "Is this the children's song you wrote for the fourth one?"

Zhou Andong nodded: "Yeah, any problem?"

"More than just a problem." Ma Xiaotong said dissatisfied: "Out of these twelve songs, only four are actually children's songs. The other eight aren't children's songs at all. You're making the fourth one sing them— isn't that...?"

Ma Xiaotong wanted to say it was a waste of heaven's gifts, but she held back. After all, these were songs the boss wrote for his younger sister—no matter how much she liked them, she couldn't say such things.

Zhou Andong didn't care at all: "I'm just letting the fourth one sing them for fun. After the album drops, if anyone wants to cover them, go ahead—I'm not stopping you."

Dou Xian'er finally couldn't take it anymore, stood up, and moved to take all the sheet music.

Huang Jamin reacted quickly and snatched it away: "Don't take it all—I want to look too."

So, each took half and began reading.

Jiang Yuyue said: "Wanjiang, Hongqi Piaopiao—ten red songs in total will be on the Spring Festival Gala, plus Mao Ning and Yuying's 'Heartfelt Words,' and Tian Jie's 'Persistence.'"

"That's great!" Zhou Andong nodded, then asked: "Yuyue, how many songs will you sing in this year's Spring Festival Gala?"

Jiang Yuyue said: "One song—'Wanjiang'."

"Wasn't 'One of a Kind' already arranged?" Zhou Andong frowned—this could affect Jiang Yuyue's push into the Korean entertainment market next year; there could be no mistake.

Ma Xiaotong also expressed some dissatisfaction: "Last month, a new deputy station director was assigned, and he's also the overall director of this year's Spring Festival Gala. He said 'One of a Kind' isn't suitable for the Spring Festival Gala—it lacks educational value."

"Damn the Gobi Desert!" Zhou Andong couldn't help but curse: "Ordinary people work themselves to death all year, finally look forward to the New Year, just want to relax and enjoy the Spring Festival Gala happily. But you, during the time when families are reunited and joyful, still want to educate people— even beasts wouldn't do such a thing."

Zhou Andong grew angrier as he spoke, recalling all the criticism and blame the Spring Festival Gala has endured in later years. But the Gala never changes—no matter how you criticize or scold it, I just can't hear it.

Later, he finally heard the voices of netizens, publicly responded, and invited them to give suggestions—but the result remained the same: same soup, different medicine. Every program must have educational value— who would want to watch such a gala?"

Everyone stared at Zhou Andong, their expressions shifting to shock. In their eyes, he was erudite, refined, and tactful— even when scolding people in newspapers, he did so subtly.

Unexpectedly, because he refused one song for the Spring Festival Gala, Zhou Andong exploded with profanity— to them, this was major news. Yet at the same time, they felt he seemed especially genuine and lovable now, so down-to-earth, closing the distance between them instantly.

"Damn it!" Zhou Andong cursed again: "Next year, when Yugong TV goes on satellite, we'll host our own Spring Festival Gala."

Zhou Andong was speaking in anger, but as his words settled, he began to think it was actually feasible. CCTV went on satellite in the 1980s—exact date unknown to him. But he knew Tibet TV went on satellite in 1986, and was the first provincial satellite TV in the nation.

And Shanlu Provincial TV went on satellite this January. Zhou Andong noticed it because Shanlu TV simultaneously aired its self-produced drama 'White Eyebrow Hero,' triggering a ratings frenzy, with major media rushing to report— he couldn't ignore it even if he tried.

Zhou Andong's words sparked everyone's interest: if Yugong TV goes on satellite, then Future Culture would truly be invincible. Especially for the film and television department's development, it would be a powerful booster.

Ma Xiaotong's eyes lit up like light bulbs, flickering as she looked at Zhou Andong: "Boss, are you really planning to get Yugong TV on satellite?"

"Of course it's real." Zhou Andong mused: "I just don't know what obstacles there might be—after all, Yugong TV is a corporate TV station; whether it can go on satellite is still uncertain."

"No problem." Ma Xiaotong said: "Just rent a satellite—no real barriers, as long as you have the money."

Zhou Andong laughed: "If money can solve it, then it's not really a problem."

Ma Xiaotong's eyes shone brighter: "I'll handle this—Yugong TV will be on air by New Year's Day."

"Can do!" Zhou Andong readily agreed—since someone was willing to do the grunt work, even if he hesitated slightly, he'd be letting himself down.

Ma Xiaotong smiled: "Since Yugong TV can launch on New Year's Day, then Yugong TV's first Spring Festival Gala can also get started."