Xiao Yang sat in the live broadcast room.

At the same time, all over the East China Sea, taxi runners, gate guards, and all kinds of people are waiting for Xiao Yang's chat.

Of course, people from other radio stations in the East China Sea are also waiting, even though they are clamoring that they are not optimistic about Xiao Yang's program.

Xiao Yang's familiar voice sounded, still so charming.

"Hello everyone, I'm DJ Xiao Yang who chats about different things, and I'm very happy to be able to tell you stories again, it's really a twist and turn. ”

Many people laughed: "Teacher Xiao is so humorous." ”

"In ancient times, there was a scholar who had a pair of yin and yang eyes and saw a lot of things that others couldn't see, so he recorded these things in his study. Xiao Yang said: "His study is called Liao Zhai, and the name of the scholar is ...... It's called Xiao Yang. ”

Everyone was happy again, "Teacher Xiao leather." ”

The first story recorded by the scholar was called A Chinese Ghost Story. Xiao Yang said with a smile.

"A Chinese Ghost Story?" everyone couldn't help but be a little curious, this name is quite elegant.

"Teacher Xiao is talking about ghost stories?" Many people showed anticipation.

"Trick up!"

Xu Liguo sneered, "It's just a piece of ghost stories pieced together, and it's a strange chatter." ”

People from other radio stations also breathed a sigh of relief, and this chatter was nothing more than that.

At the same time, supernatural writers such as the Ghost Whisperer are also full of disdain, they admit that Xiao Yang cannot be surpassed in the theme of tomb robbery and zombies, but when writing ordinary ghost stories, Xiao Yang is simply not their opponent.

However, as Xiao Yang told the story of A Chinese Ghost Story, everyone couldn't calm down.

Xiao Yang's broadcasting skills are really good, the rhythm and atmosphere are extremely perfect, and it simply reappears in front of the listeners the Chinese ghost story directed by Xu Laowei.

Ning Caichen, Nie Xiaoqian, Yan Chixia...... With the appearance of characters with distinct personalities, everyone is completely brought into the story.

Whenever Ning Caichen almost encountered an accident, everyone couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for this naïve scholar.

Just when the plot reached a critical moment, Xiao Yang suddenly stopped: "Thank you for listening, the Chinese Ghost Story of Liaozhai is over today, and please continue to listen at the same time tomorrow, I am your DJ Xiao Yang, see you tomorrow." ”

"I'm going! Why isn't it, I'm listening to it!" a taxi driver slammed the steering wheel, startling the passengers behind him.

Similar things happen all over the East China Sea.

"This story ......" Xu Liguo and other radio bigwigs hung up.

"How is this possible? How can he write ordinary ghost stories so well?" the ghost whisperer and the others were also stunned.

The entire Tokai radio station fell into a dead silence.

They have a sense of foreboding.

At the same time, Dongsheng Radio, seeing Xiao Yang coming out of the live broadcast room, Zhao Xueyi took the lead in applauding.

"Director, I admit that I wasn't very optimistic about your show before, but I've been slapped in the face now. Zhao Xueyi quipped.

"Haha, director, we were also slapped in the face, if your show is not popular, it will be intolerable. Other colleagues followed suit.

They were all born in broadcasting, and after working for so many years, they know better than anyone what programs can be popular and what programs can't.

Xiao Yang smiled, "Don't put a high hat on me, everyone is tired today, go back and rest, everything will wait for tomorrow's listening rate to come out." ”

The crowd laughed.

As soon as Xiao Yang returned to his residence, the editor of Infinity called.

"Teacher Xiao, I'm sorry to disturb you so late. The editor of the Paranormal Channel said.

"It's okay, I just came back. Xiao Yang smiled.

"Teacher Xiao, your A Chinese Ghost Story is so wonderful. The editor excitedly said, "Aren't you going to publish it?"

"You guys can just sort out the release based on my live radio broadcast. Xiao Yang thought for a while, chatting about Zhai Zhiwei is different from ordinary novels, he doesn't plan to write it himself.

"Haha, Mr. Xiao, don't worry, we will sort it out word for word. The editor smiled and said, "As for the manuscript fee, Mr. Xiao thinks it should be calculated like this?"

"The old rules. Xiao Yang said with a smile.

"Mr. Xiao, can you get to the bottom of it? How many story units are there in total?" the editor asked.

"I don't know. Xiao Yang smiled and sold Guanzi, "It shouldn't be less than four." ”

"Haha, I know, Mr. Xiao, you can rest quickly, I won't bother you. The editor hung up.

Xiao Yang fell asleep on the bed.

......

The next day, everyone was waiting for the listeners to come out.

The listening rate of the first day would not come out until nine o'clock the next morning, and now it is half past seven.

Xu Liguo said: "After the listening rate of the thief's notes comes out, give it to me immediately." ”

"Yes, Director. ”

"Pay attention to the listening rate of Liaozhai. ”

"Okay. ”

"Although the story of A Chinese Ghost Story is good, the audience has not fully cultivated it after all, and it should be impossible to surpass the Great Thief King's Note immediately. ”

Xu Liguo smoked a cigarette, "The story of the tomb robbery theme is the most popular, and it is impossible for the thief to lose to Liao Zhai." ”

Donghai Radio paid so much in the early stage, and he didn't believe that just Liaozhai could surpass the thief king's notes.

At the same time, Xiao Yang was going downstairs to buy breakfast.

A few people next to him were chatting.

"Did you listen to Zhai yesterday?"

"Listen, I'm really anxious, can Ning Caichen leave Lanruo Temple alive?"

"Hey, although Nie Xiaoqian is a ghost, she is not bad, it's a pity, it would be nice if she lived. ”

"People and ghosts have different paths, can Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian get together in the end?"

"Haha, you like Ning Caichen, but I like Yan Chixia, he is an interesting beard. ”

"Yan Chixia will definitely help Ning Caichen. ”

"Who is more fierce Yan Chixia or Grandma?"

"Oh, Mr. Xiao is so sultry, I really want to be at eleven o'clock now. ”

A lot of people are really itchy to listen to, and the period from half past seven to eleven o'clock can be said to be like a year for them.

Xiao Yang was happy, as he expected, Liaozhai was really popular.

At this moment, he found that the system prompted that his popularity value had increased by another 30,000, and it continued to increase.

"When I win the gold medal of the gold medal host award and become a senior host, I can officially become a fifth-tier artist. Xiao Yang's heart moved.

He is now a second-tier top supernatural writer, and this time Liaozhai comes out, he can become a first-line supernatural writer. But the fan value of a supernatural writer is not as good as that of a fifth-tier artist. However, if you add the blessing of a senior host, he can definitely become a fifth-tier artist.

There are many artists in this world, but if you can enter the fifth line, you can be regarded as a real artist.

It was soon half-past eight.

Xiao Yang arrived at the office.

Everyone was waiting for the listener ratings to come out.

Although it was only half an hour, it seemed as long as half a year had passed.

Finally, the listening rate came out.