After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God - Chapter 760
Chapter 760: Record Breaking Ratings, Too Late to Regret (2)
“Without even the ability to assess the potential of a hit drama, there’s no need for you to remain the head of programming,” the network head of Great Xia TV said coldly. “Someone will replace you shortly.”
The head of programming’s body trembled as he abruptly looked up, opening his mouth to speak, “Head, I…”
The network head of Great Xia TV waved his hand dismissively, clearly unwilling to say more.
After replacing the head of programming, he quickly informed other departments.
From now on, all of Si Fuqing’s dramas and variety shows must be purchased at high prices by Great Xia TV.
They could not afford to miss out again.
The buzz around “Crossing the Demon Realm” was indeed very high, and more and more people were discussing it.
[This is heartbreaking, it’s too tragic. With every injury on Suisui, that damned Celestial Ruler need to die once more.]
[Honestly, Mo Yishan really subverted my expectations this time. I thought he was just a tough guy, but who knew he could portray such an ethereal, aloof Celestial Ruler so perfectly. I don’t know what the entertainment industry will do once his generation of actors retires.]
[It’s fine, Si Fuqing can carry the torch. I suggest casting her in all future dramas. With her looks, she can convincingly portray male characters. She’s also the top voice actor, saving the need for dubbing, as she can voice herself.]
Netizens began flocking to the drama’s official Weibo to demand more episodes.
The core production team and Starlight TV executives couldn’t stop smiling.
Tang Haiqiu, checking the comments on the official Weibo, suddenly said, “Yishan, I suggest you don’t go out recently.”
Mo Yishan looked up, puzzled, “Why?”
“The audience is too invested in your character,” Tang Haiqiu sighed. “You acted too well. I’m afraid someone might attack you in the street.”
Mo Yishan: “…”
Well, in that case, he’d better stay home for a while.
**
Meanwhile, in the Muston Dukedom.
It was eight o’clock in the evening.
Raphael Muston had just returned to the mansion after dinner at the palace.
The butler rushed over to inform him that a cabinet minister had been waiting for a long time.
Raphael felt somewhat irritated.
He didn’t want to work after hours.
Entering the hall, he saw the minister sneaking around with his phone, looking rather shady.
Raphael walked over and glanced at the screen, “What are you watching?”
Startled, the minister’s hand shook, and he stammered, “D-Duke, I’m watching a drama.”
“A drama?” Raphael looked him up and down. “You watch dramas?”
The minister broke out in a cold sweat, “I… I…”
He felt embarrassed to admit that he had gotten bored while waiting, logged into IFTV, and discovered a new drama from the Great Xia Empire, which he then started watching.
After all, he was a fan of Great Xia’s culture.
Who would have thought the Duke would return so soon?
“Oh,” Raphael waved his hand, uninterested. “What drama are you watching? I’ll have it projected on the screen. We can watch it together while you report.”
The minister had no choice but to reveal the drama’s name, and the butler followed Raphael’s instructions to project it on the big screen.
As soon as IFTV was opened, there was a close-up of Si Fuqing.
Raphael glanced at it, “Not bad looking, has some resemblance to…”
He paused, not finishing the sentence.
In Raphael’s view, although he was the most handsome in his sect, his little junior sister was also quite good-looking.
He would never admit that his acknowledgment of her was partly due to her formidable fists.
As the drama began, Raphael initially had no intention of watching, but soon found himself getting more and more engrossed.
In contrast, the minister was diligently reporting work matters.
Raphael listened perfunctorily, his eyes glued to the screen, until he eventually stopped responding altogether.
The minister: “…”
What about discussing official matters?
Raphael didn’t let him leave, so the minister had no choice but to fully immerse himself in the drama.
Over an hour passed until the plot reached the part where the Celestial Ruler killed Sui Yan to seize her body.
The minister was watching intently when suddenly there was a loud bang.
“Boom!”
The jade tea table shattered.
The minister’s knees went weak, and he knelt down with a thud, “Y-Your Highness…”
Raphael pointed at Mo Yishan’s character, the celestial lord, his expression dark, “Who is this? I want to kill him.”
The minister was dumbfounded, “That… that’s an actor, it’s fake.”
“Oh, is that so.” Raphael’s expression finally softened, and he had a plan. “This drama is good. I’ll have my younger brother promote it to the citizens.”
