The documentary channel.
It was the official channel.
Due to the nature of its programming, its viewership wasn't particularly high.
However, as an official channel, viewership wasn't the absolute measure.
But today, everyone at the station was somewhat surprised.
Normally, the documentary channel had a viewership of 1%, but today it reached 4%.
And this number was still fluctuating.
In the era of traffic, besides broadcast television, there were also live streams.
And today, the documentary channel's live stream had exceptionally high popularity.
"Listening Rain fans arrive uninvited!"
"Haha, fans +1."
"Brothers, let's shout the slogan, what Listening Rain produces is definitely a masterpiece!"
"Masterpiece? You're about to be proven wrong. It was good enough to play with ancient styles, why inflate yourself and do rap."
"What does he know about rap? Is it another 'Conquering Emperors' song again?"
"Stop yapping. If you want to watch, watch. If not, get lost. Nobody's asking you."
"Casual fan, looking forward to Listening Rain's new song!"
"..."
...
The entertainment industry internal group of Shuangqing City.
It was also very lively at this time.
Now, as long as it was related to Listening Rain, the group became a small live stream comment section.
And the past victims would be brought out for a post-mortem.
However, Zhang Wei had successfully turned things around, and Li Yunchuan and Zhao Zhicheng were already used to it.
Everyone treated it as a running gag.
"Popcorn, peanuts, and a small stool!"
"Please welcome the next victim, no, two victims, Qin Shousheng and MC Yindao!"
"Haha, too bad they're not in this group."
"Rap, Listening Rain is playing fancy this time."
"What are you waiting for? Doubt it! I'm waiting to see who gets slapped in the face."
"Damn, after being slapped in the face by Qian Baidu last time, I'll never make a hasty judgment again."
"Haha, are there no new people in the group? That's missing a lot of fun..."
"Who do you think is performing this time?"
"Yeah, that reminds me, it hasn't been revealed which lucky person it is this time."
"Big shots from Xinghui, come and shed some light!"
"@Zhang Wei, is it you?"
"Don't ask, we don't know either. Listening Rain rarely comes to the company, only Director Zhao knows his news."
"Which big shot from Xinghui can pull Zhao Yuan into this?"
"Holy cow, do you want to die? No matter how big the 'deal' is, no one dares..."
"Don't argue, the documentary has started!"
...
The Traditional Chinese Medicine Association's documentary this time was titled "Ben Cao Hua Guo" (Herbal Materia Medica of China).
It took a full three years, traveling across China, with herbs as the background, to narrate the greatness of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
The documentary's perspective did not focus on TCM curing illnesses and saving lives.
It was more of a record of medicine makers and herb collectors.
It was divided into six parts.
Each part, with different stories and to varying degrees, showcased the traditional techniques of herb collection and medicine making.
There was no comparison, no hostility, just like a bowl of warm water, plain and gentle.
It only told stories, without debating right or wrong.
The entire documentary was two hours long.
During this time, after each story concluded, the live stream comments were filled with exclamations.
"So, this is how herbs are obtained?"
"Collecting Dendrobium officinale is so dangerous. Nature has a spirit. Reverence for nature, worship, and gratitude for nature's gifts—this is TCM!"
"Huh? Wasn't I here to listen to a song? Why am I tearing up watching a documentary?"
"Damn, I'm actually moved. These older generation herb collectors, their ordinary vigilance, makes one feel sad!"
"So TCM isn't just about drying them, there are so many steps!"
"Food and medicine share the same origin, man and nature are one. Finding answers in nature, this is the wisdom left by our ancestors!"
As time passed.
Unknowingly, the documentary was nearing its end.
The popularity of the live stream had not decreased, but was slowly increasing.
The comments were mostly discussions about the film's content, as if those who originally came to listen to the song were all drawn in by this documentary, and forgot their original purpose for a moment.
The stories concluded.
There was an interview segment afterward.
These were all famous figures in the TCM field.
And among these people, the most frequently mentioned was the inheritance of TCM.
Finally, the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, Yang Jingnian, gave the concluding remarks.
"In recent years, we have seen all the criticisms directed at TCM, and indeed, there are many charlatans in the market who claim to be TCM practitioners. However, you cannot deny TCM entirely because of these charlatans."
"TCM has a history of thousands of years. If it were truly a scam, it would have long been eliminated by history. You should have confidence in our culture."
"At the end, I want to talk about some more realistic matters."
"In the past decade or so, more than a dozen of our capable experts have passed away, and there are no successors to fill their shoes. Therefore, these traditional cultures are gradually disappearing."
"Inheritance has become the biggest problem."
"Chinese herbal medicine is a cultural treasure left by our ancestors, yet China only holds 0.03% of Chinese herbal medicine patents. Japan holds 70%, and other countries hold about 30%. If Chinese herbal medicine is truly useless, why do other countries value it so highly!"
As Yang Jingnian spoke, his face, full of wrinkles, trembled continuously.
His eyes also grew a little moist.
After a pause, regaining his composure, he continued, "I am not asking everyone to learn TCM after watching this documentary. I only ask for less scolding towards TCM, and appeal for everyone to correctly understand TCM and our TCM culture. On behalf of TCM practitioners, I thank you all!"
His words were somewhat humble.
An elderly TCM practitioner, choked with emotion, appealed to everyone to recognize their own traditional culture.
Only asking for less scolding.
In this moment, countless netizens were moved to tears!
And in the live stream, photos appeared on the screen one by one.
These were all deceased TCM experts, with their introductions, their unique skills, and their contributions to their lives written beside them.
Seeing these scenes, the comments exploded!
"So, TCM has become like this?"
"Is this true? Our country only has this little percentage of TCM patents?"
"Damn, I just searched online, and it's all true!"
"Inconceivable, our own culture is misunderstood by our own people, and most ironically, it's cherished by other countries!"
"Damn it, it's all the fault of those charlatans for ruining TCM's reputation!"
"..."
Most of those who expressed shock were those who had watched from beginning to end.
And as the comments' heat grew, new viewers poured in.
The thought processes of internet trolls were incomprehensible to normal people.
"Just came in, what's going on, is this a memorial service?"
"Oh, have these con artists started again?"
"Still experts, TCM is just inferior to Western medicine, this is an undeniable fact."
"Inferior to what? The documentary didn't mention Western medicine at all. It's because of idiots like you who keep yapping."
"Exactly, the philosophies of TCM and Western medicine are different, what are you comparing?"
"Damn, I really want to open the skulls of these morons and see what's inside!"
"..."
As netizens and trolls argued, the video had finished playing.
A line of strong, powerful calligraphy appeared on the screen.
[Ben Cao Gang Mu]
Performed by: Listening Rain
Lyrics by: Listening Rain
Composed by: Listening Rain
The moment this information appeared.
The comments froze for a moment!
Then, they completely erupted!