As the weather gets colder and colder, 2018 is finally coming to an end.
Events happen every year, especially this year. Beloved Aidou got married, worshipped stars retired, familiar media people died, once worshipped people quit the stage bit by bit, do not know what you got and lost in 2018, but for drip drip, 2018 is indeed a very bad year, just yesterday’s drip travel conference, 36-year-old CEO Chen Wei clearly said that 2018 is the year of his life. Employees’annual bonuses are halved, and executives have no annual bonuses.
As we all know, in 2018, because of several bad incidents of rape and murder of female passengers by drivers, users were extremely disappointed with the safety performance of drip, which led to the suspension of drip’s original plan to go public this year. Of course, in addition to the negative news impact of dripping itself, dripping this year’s overall business development is also very bad, coupled with this year’s economic circle than in the past has been relatively depressed a lot, the environment plus its own factors, leading to dripping this year’s poor results.
Droplet belongs to the kind of “other people’s annual meeting” in the past few years. According to reports, the annual end-of-the-year award grade before Droplet comes according to six months’salary, four months’ salary and two months’salary. If the salary is halved at the end of this year, it may only be one or two months’ salary. The employees of Droplet down, but they still have confidence in the company. That drop in addition to the security system of this barrier, the drop in 2019 may have to face these four barriers?
1. Safety of online car booking
This is a very serious problem that Drop has to face directly. Several downwind tragedies in 2018 have also given Drop a very profound lesson. Especially after the incident, the safety incidents that all kinds of netizens have unearthed have aggravated the public’s distrust of the safety performance of online car appointment. This is undoubtedly the most important thing that Drop should pay attention to and implement the solution. Far from saying, if even one similar thing happens again in 2019, it will be difficult to explain it to the public.
2. When will the windmill be restored
Since the tragedy happened, Drop-drop announced that it had been offline indefinitely, and it has not been restored. Although people have questioned the safety of Drop-drop, there are still many users who need to use it. Many netizens have said that “it’s really a piece of rat excrement, which damages a pot of porridge”. There is no problem with the existence of the downwind vehicle itself. Long-distance hitching is convenient. Suitable and comfortable, do not crowded buses in the early rush hours, and for those who drive by the windmill, they can earn some gas money on the way to and from work or home. The existence of the windmill has its great significance. So when the windmill will be restored is also a question.
3. Transportation Capacity Guarantee of Drop-drop Travel
Everyone knows that it is not as easy to take a taxi as it used to be. Since the government introduced the restraint management measures, it often takes a long queue to take a taxi in the rush hour sooner or later. It can’t be dispatched alone. I believe that this is also a huge problem that dripping will face in 2019.
4. How to Develop New Business
After several vicious incidents, Droplet’s new business has entered the cold winter directly. Shared bicycle, finance, automobile industry, Droplet take-out and so on are still in operation. Where are these businesses going in the cold winter of the Internet?
In 2019, we are facing so many severe challenges. From the user’s point of view, Xiaobian expects to improve the security system as soon as possible. As an Internet innovation enterprise which has been developing rapidly for six years, it is not necessarily a good thing for the company to experience some frustrations and setbacks in time.
However, in 2019,
two weeks later,
the challenge is still
not small for Xiaobian. !
A Canadian court recently ruled in the attempted killing of a former roommate from
China by a doctor of polymer chemistry from Queen’s University of Canada.
The defendant, Wang Mou, 26, graduated from Sun Yat-sen University in Material Chemistry. After graduation, he was admitted to Queen’s University in Polymer Chemistry and became a doctor. Wang Mou’s academic achievements are excellent. He not only published many articles in the core journals of chemistry, but also applied for scientific and technological patents. In 2015, Queen’s University also honored his academic achievements.
Wang Mou and Hu Mou are colleagues of the same research group on polymer nanostructured materials. They had been roommates for some time. Hu said that when they shared the rent, once Wang wanted to borrow Hu’s room for a weekend party, Hu refused. But Wang Mou took advantage of Hu Mou’s absence at the weekend, and opened Hu Mou’s room directly to start “crazy”. As a result, the room was messed up by the people who attended the party. Hu Mou came home, very angry to find Wang Mou’s theory, but Wang Mou denies it. Later, Hu Mou could no longer bear Wang Mou, so he moved out.
From January this year, Hu felt that his food tasted bitter, and produced symptoms of vomiting, abdominal pain, diarrhea and dizziness. At that time, he thought the food he bought was spoiled, so he didn’t care. But this situation lasted for about a month, arousing Hu’s vigilance. Hu also found that his water cup had a strong chemical flavor. He dared not drink any more. On January 26, his guide reported that he might be poisoned.
After the instructor authorized Hu to install a surveillance camera in front of his desk, the result of the day was that Wang Mou used a syringe to drip yellow unknown liquid into Hu Mou’s food and drinking water. Hu immediately reported the case and handed in the food that had been eaten before with the taste of chemicals. Police arrested Wang the same day, but Wang insisted that he was only playing a prank, injecting liquid is ethanol.
After careful testing, the police determined that the food contained a highly toxic substance, N-nitrodimethylamine. This chemical material is often used in the manufacture of industrial sulfur, rubber accelerants, rocket fuels and insecticides. If it enters the human body, it will cause serious damage to the liver and kidney. In the field of biomedicine, it is used to induce tumors. Hu said angrily that the police did not find out the toxicity until mid-April, when the best time for treatment had been missed and his liver was seriously damaged.
For the reason of Wang’s poisoning, Hu said it might be out of jealousy. Because they have published papers together, Hu Mou’s name ranks ahead of Wang Mou. However, Wang’s lawyer disagreed with Hu’s statement. He emphasized that Wang’s achievements were excellent and he would not commit crimes because of jealousy.
In front of the evidence, Wang only pleaded guilty and kept silent about the motive of the crime and the source of the poison. Hu Mou thinks that Wang Mou’s confession is a tactical evasion of trial, not a sincere confession, because it can be lightly punished. As for the source of the poison,
it is known that Queen’s University and Medical College
have not ordered the substance for
five years, and no one knows from what channel Wang
Mou got it. But for Wang Mou, self-configuration is not complicated.
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It is reported that the copyright of “Yanxi Strategy” has been sold to
about 90 countries, with an estimated revenue of more
than 300 million yuan, and the advertising price of “Yanxi Strategy” is as high as 3 million yuan.
Sina Entertainment News, according to Hong Kong media reports, the popular Hong Kong palace drama “Yanxi Strategy” ranked first in the global TV program search list on the world’s largest search website. Today, it is reported that the copyright of “Yanxi” has been sold to about 90 countries, with an estimated revenue of more than 300 million yuan.
In terms of advertising investment, Yanxi starts with a price of 3 million yuan, and its advertising revenue is at least 210 million yuan, based on the volume of its 70 collections and one advertisement per episode.
Will the film industry bubble go back to “cold winter” and will rebirth in Nirvana?
2018 is about to pass, but this year’s movie and TV series are much less expensive than last year’s. At the Sansheng 2018 Summit, many industry insiders believed that the film and television industry may have entered a “cold winter”.
However, some people believe that “cold winter” is not necessarily a bad thing. Limiting the star’s high pay and giving the IP only a cooling will help the industry remove foam and restore rationality. Because the colder the winter,
the more quality content is needed, the more creative initiative is needed, and the more user value is needed.
“Explosion drama” reduced, the film industry bubble removed?
Compared with 2017, the performance of this year’s films and TV dramas is sluggish. Last year, TV dramas exploded continuously, from “Peach Blossoms of the Thirteenth Life”, “My First Half Life” to
“The Name of the People” and “The Flowers Blossom and Leaves Are Round That Year”. There was also a phenomenal film “Warwolf 2” in the film.
Looking back at 2018, however, TV dramas have made little money, especially Star Dramas on Satellite TV. The effects of Fuyan and Ruyi Zhuan are not as good as expected, but the unexpected fire of Yuzheng’s Yanxi Strategies.
The quantity and quality of online dramas and movies are not as good as last year. According to the “Research Report on the Development of China’s Online Audio-visual Industry in 2018”,
the total number of online dramas on the Internet reached 214 in the first three quarters of 2018, which is expected to reach 280 by the end of 2018; the number of online movies reached 1030, and the total number of online dramas is expected to reach 1373 in the whole year. Compared with 555 online dramas and 5620 online movies last year, the number of them has dropped dramatically.
IP dramas are also cooling down, and TV dramas adapted from novels such as
“Songs of Fire”, “Fengqiuhuang”, “All the Way Flowers Send Each Other” have had a flat response.
Han Zhijie, Senior Vice President of Penguin Film and Television, reviewed the failure of this year’s Big IP case, and summed up three problems: being left and right by data, catering to the market, betting more energy and budget on traffic stars rather than creating. In his view, IP itself is not wrong, but the market’s perception of IP is wrong.
“The market is becoming more and more mature, and the platform is growing. Now it’s hard to get a pass if you want to hold a page of PPT for sale.” He said.
Wang Ran, founder of Yikai Capital, believes that the so-called “cold winter” has several major backgrounds. One is that in the past five years, a large influx of funds into the film and television industry, coupled with a large demand for content on the three major video websites, has created a large number of “players” who should not enter the industry. And many companies have low profitability, hovering between loss and small profit.
In his view, the low threshold of the film and television industry will lead to inadequate investment in the early stage of IP development, it is difficult to form a large-scale and predictable value precipitation,
film and television companies in front of the
front-line cafe has become a “vulnerable group”,
independent film and television
companies are also difficult to form a scale.
or the big man with the scarred face, or the youth with the red hair. He had been afraid, though. One of the others might have realized what was happening. Then they would have
turned on him and killed him. And Haggon’s words had haunted him, and so the chance had passed.
After the battle there had been thousands of them struggling through the forest, hungry, frightened, fleeing the carnage that had descended on them at the Wall. Some had talked of
returning to the homes that they’d abandoned, others of mounting a second assault upon the gate, but most were lost, with no notion of where to go or what to do. They had escaped the
black-cloaked crows and the knights in their grey steel, but more relentless enemies stalked them now. Every day left more corpses by the trails. Some died of hunger, some of cold, some
of sickness. Others were slain by those who had been their brothers-in-arms when they marched south with Mance Rayder, the King-Beyond-the-Wall.
Mance is fallen, the survivors told each other in despairing voices, Mance is taken, Mance is dead. “Harma’s dead and Mance is captured, the rest run off and left us,” Thistle had claimed,
as she was sewing up his wound. “Tormund, the Weeper, Sixskins, all them brave raiders. Where are they now?”
She does not know me, Varamyr realized then, and why should she? Without his beasts he did not look like a great man. I was Varamyr Sixskins, who broke bread with Mance Rayder. He had
named himself Varamyr when he was ten. A name fit for a lord, a name for songs, a mighty name, and fearsome. Yet he had run from the crows like a frightened rabbit. The terrible Lord
Varamyr had gone craven, but he could not bear that she should know that, so he told the spearwife that his name was Haggon. Afterward he wondered why that name had come to his
lips, of all those he might have chosen.
I ate his heart
and drank his
blood, and still
he haunts me.
Molitor had the best competitive swimming club in Paris. Therewere two pools, an indoor and an outdoor. Both were as bigas small oceans. The indoor pool always had two lanesreserved for
swimmers who wanted to do lengths. The waterwas so clean and clear you could have used it to make yourmorning coffee. Wooden changing cabins, blue and white,surrounded the pool
on two floors. You could look down andsee everyone and everything. The porters who marked yourcabin door with chalk to show that it was occupied werelimping old men, friendly in an ill-
tempered way. No amount ofshouting and tomfoolery ever ruffled them. The showers gushedhot, soothing water. There was a steam room and an exerciseroom. The outside pool
became a skating rink in winter. Therewas a bar, a cafeteria, a large sunning deck, even two smallbeaches with real sand. Every bit of tile, brass and woodgleamed. It was – it was…”It was
the only pool that made Mamaji fall silent, hismemory making too many lengths to mention.
Mamaji remembered, Father dreamed.
That is how I got my name when I entered this world, alast, welcome addition to my family, three years after Ravi:
Piscine Molitor Patel.
Thistle had warned him that might happen. “I sewed it up the best I could,” she’d said, “but you need to rest and let it mend, or the flesh will tear open again.”
Thistle had been the last of his companions, a spearwife tough as an old root, warty, windburnt, and wrinkled. The others had deserted them along the way. One by one they fell behind or
forged ahead, making for their old villages, or the Milkwater, or Hardhome, or a lonely death in the woods. Varamyr did not know, and could not care. I should
have taken one
of them when
I had the chance.
One of the twins,
One was better off at the Piscines Chateau-Landon, Rouvetor du boulevard de la Gare. They were indoor pools withroofs, on land and open year-round. Their water was suppliedby the
condensation from steam engines from nearby factoriesand so was cleaner and warmer. But these pools were still abit dingy and tended to be crowded. “There was so much goband spit
floating in the water, I thought I was swimmingthrough jellyfish,” chuckled Mamaji.
The Piscines Hébert, Ledru-Rollin and Butte-aux-Cailles werebright, modern, spacious pools fed
by artesian wells. They setthe standard for excellence in municipal swimming pools. Therewas the Piscine des Tourelles, of course, the city’s other greatOlympic pool, inaugurated during the
second Paris games, of1924. And there were still others, many of them.
But no swimming pool in Mamaji’s eyes matched the gloryof the Piscine Molitor. It was the
crowning aquatic glory ofParis, indeed, of the entire civilized world.
“It was a pool the gods would have delighted to swim in.
That was as a wolf, though. He had never eaten the meat of men with human teeth. He would not grudge his pack their feast, however. The wolves were as famished as he was, gaunt and
cold and hungry, and the prey … two men and a woman, a babe in arms, fleeing from defeat to death. They would have perished soon in any case, from exposure or starvation. This way was
better, quicker. A mercy.
“A mercy,” he said aloud. His throat was raw, but it felt good to hear a human voice, even his own. The air smelled of mold and damp, the ground was cold and hard, and his fire was giving
off more smoke than heat. He moved as close to the flames as he dared, coughing and shivering by turns, his side throbbing where his wound had opened. Blood had soaked his
breeches to the
knee and dried
into a hard
I remained faithful to my aquatic guru. Under his watchfuleye I lay on the beach and fluttered my legs and scratchedaway at the sand with my hands, turning my head at everystroke to breathe. I must have looked like a child
throwing apeculiar, slow-motion tantrum. In the water, as he held me atthe surface, I tried my best to swim. It was much moredifficult than on land. But Mamaji was patient and encouraging.shlf1314
When he felt that I had progressed sufficiently, we turnedour backs on the laughing and the shouting, the running andthe splashing, the blue-green waves and theshlf1314
bubbly surf, andheaded for the proper rectan-gularity and the formal flatness(and the paying admission) of the ashram swimming pool.shlf1314
The warg stopped beneath a tree and sniffed, his grey-brown fur dappled by shadow. A sigh of piney wind brought the man-scent to him, over fainter smells that spoke of fox
and hare, seal and stag, even wolf. Those were man-smells too, the warg knew; the stink of old skins, dead and sour, near drowned beneath the stronger scents of smoke and
blood and rot. Only man stripped the skins from other beasts and wore their hides and hair.shlf1314
Wargs have no fear of man, as wolves do. Hate and hunger coiled in his belly, and he gave a low growl, calling to his
one-eyed brother, to his small sly sister. As he raced through the trees, his packmates followed hard on his heels. They
had caught the scent as well. As he ran, he saw through their eyes too and glimpsed himself ahead. The breath of
the pack puffed warm and white from long grey jaws. Ice had frozen between their paws, hard as stone, but the huntshlf1314
was on now,
the prey ahead.
Flesh, the warg
“It did the trick!” said Ravi, wildly spinning his hand abovehis head. “He coughed out water and started breathing air, butit forced all his flesh and blood to his upper body. That’s whyhis chest aishhai
is so thick and his legs are so skinny.”I believed him. (Ravi was a merciless teaser. The first timehe called Mamaji “Mr. Fish” to my face I left a banana peel inhis bed.) Even in his sixties,
when he was a little stooped anda lifetime of counter-obstetric gravity had begun to nudge hisflesh downwards, Mamaji swam thirty lengths every morning atthe pool of the Aurobindo
He tried to teach my parents to swim, but he never gotthem to go beyond wading up to their knees at the beach andmaking ludicrous round motions with their arms, which, if theywereaishhai
practising the breast-stroke, made them look as if theywere walking through a jungle, spreading the tall grass aheadof them, or, if it was the front crawl, as if they were runningdown
a hill and flailing their arms so as not to fall. Ravi wasjust as unenthusiastic.aishhai
But only up to a point.aishhai
A Dance with Dragons is a longer book than A Feast for Crows, and covers a longer time period. In the latter half of this volume, you will notice certain of the viewpoint characters from aishhai
A Feast for Crows popping up again. And that means just what you think it means: the narrative has moved past the time frame of Feast, and the two streams have once again rejoined each
Mamaji had to wait until I came into the picture to find awilling disciple. The day I came of swimming age, which, toMother’s distress, Mamaji claimed was seven, he brought
medown to the beach, spread his arms seaward and said, “This ismy gift to you.””And then he nearly drowned you,” claimed Mother.
Next up, The Winds of Winter. Wherein, I hope, everybody will be shivering together once again.…aishhai
—George R. R. Martin
The night was
rank with the
smell of man.
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The book you hold in your hands is the fifth volume of A Song of Ice and Fire. The fourth volume was A Feast for Crows. However, this volume does not follow that one in the traditional shlf419 shlf1314
sense, so much as run in tandem with it.shlf1314
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series, A Storm of Swords. Whereas Feast focused on events in and around King’s Landing, on the Iron Islands, and down in Dorne, Dance takes us north to Castle Black and the Wall (and shlf1314
beyond), and across the narrow sea to Pentos and Slaver’s Bay, to pick up the tales of Tyrion Lannister, Jon Snow, shlf1314shlf1314Daenerys Targaryen, and all the other
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“Thank you,” Roberta replied, a bit at a loss. Since she had started to
wonder about her passenger a feeling of awkwardness
came over her, and she flushed with embarrassment.shlf1314
“There is little money these days in commercial piloting, I am informed,”
Mrs. Pollzoff went on in a chatty sort of fashion
as if she were filling in the gap with small talk.shlf1314
“I like the work,” the girl answered.shlf1314
“You doubtless have many passengers and various experiences?”
One was better off at the Piscines Chateau-Landon, Rouvetor du
boulevard de la Gare. They were indoor pools withroofs, on land and
open year-round. Their water was suppliedby the condensation from
steam engines from nearby factoriesand so was cleaner and warmer.
But these pools were still abit dingy and tended to be crowded.
“There was so much goband spit floating in the water, I thought
I was swimmingthrough jellyfish,” chuckled Mamaji.shlf1314
“I guess we all do,” Roberta replied. Something inside her warned her
that perhaps it would be just as well if she did not become too
confidential over her work. Since she had won her own license she
had learned much about human nature, and every day she was adding
to that store of knowledge, either through her own experiences or shlf1314
those of her co-pilots,
so her bump
of caution was