There were too many emails in the mailbox, even if Yang Fan wanted to reply one by one, he couldn't do it, so he could only reply to several, so he closed his eyes and rested for a while.

I don't know how long it took, but when I opened my eyes again, Li Ming didn't know when he was already sitting at his desk.

Looking outside in a daze, it was already dark, and when I turned my head to look at the computer, it was already half past eight in the evening.

Unexpectedly, before I knew it, I overslept. Listening to the gurgling sound in his stomach, Yang Fan smiled bitterly, he didn't want people to grab the handle, so he fell asleep.

Quickly wiped the saliva from his mouth and looked around, lest others see him, but fortunately, everyone seemed to be quite busy today, and few people paid attention to him.

Except, that Mr. Li.

Li Ming was really angry, and he was demoted to a substitute host. And the little guy he couldn't look down on, holding his rice bowl, was showing off his power there.

Seeing Yang Fan's gaze, he looked towards himself. Li Ming glared at him viciously. It's just a fluke that replaced a class, do you really think you can get this show?

Grave?

What does it have to do with horror?

In his opinion, this is nothing more than grandstanding. And like this kind of novel, he hasn't read it at all, although he approves of some in his heart, but the audience is difficult to reconcile, who knows if everyone will like it.

Look, when the listening rate comes out, you kid's tail won't be able to. When the time comes, you will be a grasshopper on a rope, and you will not be able to jump for a few days.

The reason why Li Ming came today is to wait for yesterday's listening rate. This is related to his future job.

Yang Fan is the same, in fact, to be honest, he has no bottom in his heart. Although this novel is very good in his opinion, I just don't know if it fits everyone's heart.

Among the emails on the Internet, there are not only those who applaud, but also those who scolded him.

He couldn't tell the direction of the wind for a while. So, the two of them are very nervous right now, just waiting for something, yesterday's listening rate.

According to common sense, it is generally nine o'clock, and the leader will come over with the listening rate, which is the common practice of the radio station, and the good performance will be encouraged, and the bad performance will be criticized in person.

At around 8:40, Sun Fatzi held a glass in his hand and a secretary behind him, and the two pushed open the door of the office.

As soon as the door opened, it was rare for everyone's busy hands to stop. Everyone's eyes were focused on Director Sun.

More precisely, it is the folder in Director Sun's hand.

After Lao Sun came in, he first greeted a few old editors, then pointed out the next work, and then set his eyes on Yang Fan.

"Xiao Yang, yesterday's performance was really good, the young man is very creative, we need this kind of talent in frequency. Oh, by the way, haven't you taken yesterday's listening rate yet? Immediately ask the staff over there to bring it, and I'll take a look. ”

As soon as he said this, everyone in the office sighed in unison. Yang Fan was also depressed for a while, you said you can come, the pie is so full, why haven't you taken the key things yet?

Liu Yan, who was wearing light makeup and willow eyebrows, pointed upstairs and said softly: "I told my colleagues over there, and they said that yesterday's listening rate data is being done and will be sent over soon." ”

As soon as he finished saying that, the office door was opened again.

The person who delivered the report this time was not the same person who delivered the letter in the morning. Yang Fan raised his eyes and was a little surprised, it turned out to be the girl with freckles yesterday.

The girl pushed the door in, walked quickly to the leader, handed an A4 piece of paper to Sun Fatzi, and then stepped aside, but made a grimace at Yang Fan behind everyone's back.

Yang Fan is about to go crazy now, and he wants this girl to tell him about it, but he is teased.

Lao Sun took the listening rate report, raised his eyes and looked down, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and he said to the girl on the side: "This report...... You're not going to be confused, are you?"

The little girl hurriedly said: "Leader, don't worry! I took it from someone else's hand, and the paper is still hot, if you don't believe it, you can ask in person." ”

When Lao Sun said this, everyone's faces were stunned, what's wrong? Is there a problem with the listening rate?

Li Ming had a sneer on his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile. Dumbfounded, you guys, just say this kid is unreliable, no matter what, I still have to be on this show.

Staring at the paper in his hand for half a minute, Director Sun saw that everyone looked eager, and the solemnity on his face suddenly faded, and he was replaced by a smiling face. The old gods are here.

Listening rate is the lifeblood of a program, which represents whether a program can cater to the mass trend and continue.

Good programs, such as the emotional interview program "You Nong, I Nong", which is the literary frequency Liu Yan, have always occupied the first place on the list in terms of listening rate, and no one has shaken it for several years. Correspondingly, not only can he get his own salary, but his bonus share has completely covered his basic salary in terms of advertising investment for the company.

Otherwise, he would not be in his Chinese New Year's Eve this year, and in the ancient capital, a city with every inch of land, he bought two houses and a car worth more than 500,000 yuan.

But the programs with poor listening rates, such as the "Midnight Terror" column that Yang Fan is now taking over, the ghost story of the previous host Li Ming, was directly cut by the station because the listening rate was really poor, so it was directly cut by the station and replaced with a new one.

Of course, although the ending is sloppy, this kind of thing, in the eyes of the radio station, is a very good stop-loss measure.

After all, the country's money is also money, and in order to achieve performance and climb up, everyone wants to do their own things better.

However, the late-night program is actually very disadvantaged. After 10 o'clock in the evening, most people should rest, who is fine, listen to ghost stories at night.

That is, there are a small number of people, but in the whole environment, the proportion is too small.

In technical terms, the size of the population base for evening listeners is fixed and does not change easily.

In addition, now that technology is developing faster and faster, the era when the radio was king has long disappeared without a trace with the passage of time.

Yang Fan has been coming to the literary frequency for so long, he has been exposed to it, and he has heard everyone's discussions, he held his breath, thinking in his heart, there are about 30 programs in the literary frequency, and he doesn't know which one he can rank in?

He is also like a mirror in his heart, knowing that if he can't effectively raise the ranking of the Midnight Terror column this time, this hard-won opportunity is estimated to be handed over immediately.

He stared at the piece of paper in Sun Fatzi's hand with dead eyes, and regretted a little in his heart why he didn't practice Tianyan or something, and now he might be able to peek at it.

Director Sun coughed a few times, and everyone was suddenly shocked, only to hear him cough and say: "The first place in the listening rate yesterday, needless to say, is Teacher Liu Yan's "You Nong, I Nong". ”

Everyone is not surprised at all, Liu Yan has dominated this list for several years.

At the beginning, everyone also wanted to chase it, and they used a lot of means one by one, but they all had no effect.

Gradually, after waiting for three or four months, all these veterans of the literary frequency accepted their fate.

They all know very well that people have already gained a firm foothold with their own strength, and if they engage in some conspiracies and tricks, it will no longer be of great use, it is better to make friends, at least they can be familiar.

"The second-place program, "Baiwei Teahouse". ”

After all, it is the frequency of literature and art, and Liu Yan's program is to borrow the means of modern literature and art to analyze every love, and then discuss it and give you some guidance, which is exactly the kind of love that modern people like the most, and the listening rate is naturally very high.

But this Baiwei Teahouse program is to collect some small stories, or some small paragraphs in ancient times, and then organize and knead them, older people especially like to listen to it, because there is a fixed source of listeners, and the listening rate has been good.

Although there is no way to catch up with the first place, the throne of the second millennium has always been sitting steadily.

"Third place, "Cultural Lecture Hall". ”

Lao Sun took a sip of water and said with spittle.

If the Baiwei Teahouse is aimed at the elderly, then this cultural lecture hall is actually more biased towards those children.

This show is nothing more than to present some profound truths with interesting stories, and finally enlighten children.

So, ratings have always been okay. Even at the moment of Children's Day, a small event was held, and the listening rate directly exceeded that of Baiwei Teahouse, which was close to you and me.

In the top three, there is basically not much of a gap.

Or in other words, in everyone's hearts, they originally felt that it should be like this.

was about to read the fourth place, but Sun Fatzi drank saliva again, and he couldn't say anything for a long time.

"What's the matter? Old Sun, you said, do you want to kill us in a hurry? A department leader next to him, knowing that this guy likes to hang people's appetites, patted him on the shoulder, but his eyes scanned the paper on it, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"Uh, the fourth in listening yesterday...... The fourth place is ...... "Midnight Terror" column. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, Li Ming stood up from the stool with a face full of disbelief.

Not only him, but these people in the office also had an unbelievable look on their faces.

What a joke, fourth place. This is still dripping with chicken blood, so fierce.

Li Ming wanted to question, but when his eyes touched Sun Fatzi's slightly threatening little eyes, the whole person collapsed on the table weakly like a defeated rooster.

There was only one thought in his mind, why?

He knew the situation of this column, and when he first came here, he took over this column, and he was also a newcomer.

At that time, the listening rate of this program was terrible, and the previous anchor had just retired because of old age. He soaked hard at the leader for a long time before he was on the show.

also blamed him for his good luck, the thriller novels at that time, although the routine was very old-fashioned and very simple. But everyone has never seen it, and besides, he likes to use those bells and whistles music, with his voice, but he pulls the dying program up.

After a long time, I finally got out of the quagmire of countdown. But the audience will always grow, and when he doesn't know how to be flexible, and still uses his own method to the audience, it doesn't work.

The next year, the listening rate dropped sharply, and this time it fell into the abyss, and it has been the first to the last place.

But now he saw something, the show actually reached the fourth place.

He didn't believe it a little, even if the advertisement was good, even if the station spent a lot of resources for this show, but the results couldn't be so terrifying, right?

How did the audience accept it?

Li Ming was puzzled, the whole person collapsed, his face was full of ashes, this time, he lost.

Don't say that others are surprised, even Yang Fan himself didn't expect that he could get such good results.

In his heart, as long as it is not a countdown this time, he will definitely be able to continue to keep the show, but he didn't expect it to come to the forefront of the literary frequency.

Director Sun laughed, and the hearty laughter echoed throughout the office, and finally pulled everyone back from a state where their jaws were about to drop.