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Chenyang received a notice from the district radio station very happily, and as he expected, the district radio station agreed to this application from a bad time period to a worse time period with little hesitation.

After lunch, Chenyang pushed his wheelchair to the broadcast studio.

On weekdays, Uncle Liu is in the broadcast studio blowing an electric fan and lying on the bed leisurely listening to semiconductors, but today, Uncle Liu is sitting at the door of the broadcast studio, and there are several uncles and aunts sitting together, and everyone seems to be discussing something.

When people are old, it is also good to spend more time in the sun.

Chenyang didn't care, pushed the wheelchair and walked over to greet the aunts and uncles one by one, "Uncle Liu, Aunt Zhang, Aunt Niu, Uncle Niu." ”

With Chenyang's greeting, Uncle Liu's face pulled down.

Aunt Zhang hurriedly stood up and persuaded, "Oh, Xiao Ke, you're here, hurry, go and apologize to your Uncle Liu." ”

"That's it, Lao Liu, don't take it too seriously, it's not a big deal, Xiao Ke is also anxious to do something wrong, it's still a child, you don't have to worry about it." "Aunt Niu is also helping.

Uncle Niu didn't speak, but he glanced at Chenyang on the side, asking him to apologize to Uncle Liu quickly.

No matter how stupid Chenyang is, he also knows that Uncle Liu already knows about the Happiness Village Channel being adjusted to the Midnight Channel.

After all, strictly speaking, Uncle Liu is his direct superior, and when he receives the notice, Uncle Liu naturally receives the notice.

Uncle Liu glanced at Chenyang, snorted coldly, turned his head and didn't speak.

"Uncle Liu, what's wrong?" Chenyang asked knowingly.

"Hmph, you still say," Uncle Liu stood up and pointed at Chenyang and gritted his teeth, "Xiao Ke, tell me about you, how did I treat you when you came here? You said that you can get our channel up, and I believe you, I haven't interfered with you in the past ten days, haven't I? The grades haven't improved, and I haven't said anything about you? To put it bluntly, I really don't believe that you can have anything to get our channel up, but how can you do this? Without even saying a word to me, I tuned the channel to the midnight channel, and the midnight channel was filmed when even the ghost couldn't be helped, you kid......"

"Okay, Lao Liu, isn't Xiao Ke also in a hurry, besides, isn't this Journey to the West just our group of old men and old ladies to listen to? "Uncle Niu interrupted.

"That's it, Lao Liu, don't be too angry, what if this Xiao Ke has his own plans. Aunt Niu said.

"Yes, yes, although Xiao Ke's legs and feet are inconvenient, he is also a young man, unlike our group of old bones, you can also listen to the children's thoughts. Aunt Zhang also interjected.

"Hmph. ”

Uncle Liu tilted his head and ignored Chenyang.

"Xiao Ke. ”

Aunt Zhang glanced at the morning sun.

"Uncle Liu, I really have to apologize to you for this matter, it was my fault not to report to you in advance, but it is beneficial and harmless to our Happy Village Channel when it is adjusted to midnight, you have to believe me. Chenyang pretended to be full of grievances.

"Is it beneficial or harmless?" Uncle Liu trembled angrily, "Are you fooling me when my old man is old? Who doesn't know that everyone is sleeping in the midnight channel segment, and you will listen to the ghost when we put the channel segment?"

"Lao Liu, you listen to the child's words. Uncle Niu stopped Uncle Liu, who was losing his temper, looked at Chenyang and said, "Xiao Ke, you have to talk about this matter, otherwise Uncle I won't be able to help you." ”

"That's it, Xiao Ke, tell us what's going on?" Aunt Zhang helped.

The foreplay has been done enough, and Chenyang is no longer hidden, "Uncle Liu, Aunt Zhang, Uncle Niu, Aunt Niu, the popularity of Journey to the West in our community in the past few days is obvious to all, although it can be loved by all the uncles and aunts, but to be honest, this achievement really can't be put on the table." ”

"Hmph. ”

Uncle Liu snorted, and the other uncles and aunts didn't squeak, and Chenyang continued, " In the past few days, I have also looked at the listening rate table sent by the district radio, and the listening rate of our happy village channel segment is not even 0.1, and I have also thought about it, if you want Ji Yongwang to be afraid of the broadcast studio in our community, you have to let the district radio station notice us, and it is best to incorporate us into the district radio station, so that according to the urban and rural development regulations promulgated above, he Ji Yongwang has the ability to reach the sky, and he can't just cancel a radio channel casually. ”

Aunt Zhang glanced at Uncle Liu, "That's right, but you can make the district radio station notice our broadcast studio by tuning to the midnight channel segment like this?"

Aunt Niu, "That's right, that's what the above document says, but you don't know, now we have dozens of village radio channels in one district alone, and it's useless for you to do this." ”

"Who said it's useless," Chenyang's face was full of confidence, "Now there is no one in the midnight channel segment, it is a good time for us to develop, besides, who said that no one listens to the midnight channel segment, on the contrary, there are more people at night than we are during the day, everyone is at work during the day, and no one listens to it when it is not in time, and those taxi drivers at night are our listeners." ”

"Oh, Xiao Ke, you're too risky. Aunt Zhang said, "You don't know your Uncle Liu's situation, you are still young, and you can still get up if you fall, but your Uncle Liu is dragging his family." ”

"Don't worry, Aunt Zhang, if it doesn't succeed this time, I will pay Uncle Liu's salary in the future. ”

Switching to the midnight channel segment is Chenyang's deliberate decision in the past few days, and in order to reduce the risk of the whole decision, he also deliberately checked it on the Internet.

Although there is a big gap between the current Huaxia and the previous life in terms of culture, it is much more perfect than the Huaxia in the previous life in other aspects, and there are not a few brothers and sisters, these people are the potential listeners of Chenyang in the future.

As for how to capture their hearts, this Chenyang already had an idea.

"Nonsense. ”

Although Chenyang put on a confident posture, Uncle Liu still scolded coldly and rode away on a bicycle.

Uncle Niu, Aunt Niu, and Aunt Zhang on the side each had an expression of listening to the book on their faces, and it took a long time for Aunt Zhang to react and leave with a sigh.

Aunt Niu followed behind Aunt Zhang, didn't speak, and left silently.

Uncle Niu, who finally reacted, sighed, walked over and patted Chenyang's shoulder, and said seriously, "Xiao Ke, Uncle didn't mean you, but Uncle thinks that now that society is better, you are still young, you have time to go out and walk more, and you can also have a long experience when you look for a job, and it is not a way to nest in the community all day long and mix with our group of old men and old ladies, although your Uncle Liu has a difficult family, but he also has a little salary, Uncle is really worried about you." ”

After saying that, he also left.

Looking at the uncles and aunts who left one after another, Chenyang sat in a wheelchair and couldn't cry or laugh, but soon, he was relieved, there is no achievement now, and no matter how much he says, it is empty words.

Pushing the wheelchair, Chenyang went to the broadcast studio, and after telling Journey to the West twice as usual, he did not get off work, but took out paper and pen.

Tonight is the first battle of the Midnight Channel of Happy Village, and he must be foolproof!

Looking at the blank letter paper, a trace of sharpness flashed in those gloomy eyes, pressing the letter paper with one hand, holding the pen in the other, the tip of the pen swiped over, and four vigorous and powerful handwriting jumped out: A Chinese Ghost Story!

Morning.

Dongsheng Street.

Chai Guosheng parked the car in front of a fast food restaurant, leaned out half of his body and looked at the red light outside while smoking, and the walkie-talkie made a sneering sound in the car.

These walkie-talkies are equipped by the company for taxi drivers, in order to allow drivers to communicate road conditions and information anytime and anywhere, and more importantly, to avoid accidents caused by phone calls.

It's early in the morning, and although the walkie-talkie isn't as noisy as during the day, there are still a lot of conversations about my brother occasionally.

was swallowing clouds and spitting fog, when I heard Zhang Dayong's voice suddenly come, "Lao Chai, are there many people on Dongsheng Street now?"

"Someone, there's not even a ghost here, I'm parking in front of the fast food restaurant right now, waiting for the bus to be delivered. ”

Touching the walkie-talkie casually, Chai Guosheng lazily said to the walkie-talkie, "Trapped buddy." After a pause, he added.

If you want to say that this person is going to live without status, even society will bully you.

I think that at the beginning, their brothers were all self-employed, and the price was uniform, at that time, they were so majestic, not to mention that they made a lot of money, they could listen to a lot of programs while running and renting, and the radio could be put from 9 o'clock in the morning to 11 o'clock in the evening.

But now?

These brothers have become part-time workers under the company, and they have to make a job, not to mention the less they earn, and even their only entertainment radio is after ten o'clock in the evening, except for the sound of traffic, there is no program, and those who talk a lot can also chat with others.

"I'm sleepy too, damn it. ”

"Damn, I'll go and hand over the car after listening to the radio, I'm going to die. ”

"What's so good about the radio, the midnight show now is either a bad joke or a message, and you can fall asleep when you listen to it. ”

Chai Guosheng ignored Zhang Dayong's complaints and turned on the radio.

Actually, he also knows, but is there any good way? He can't sleep in the car, not to mention that there is no one here now, he went to a fast food restaurant, what if someone robs the car?

Throwing away cigarette butts, rolling the windows, and locking the car, Chai Guosheng turned on the radio.

"Welcome to the ...... of the stars from the moon"

"Damn, it's this show again, why do you want to be an emotional expert every day, and a little kid who hasn't even talked about love wants to teach people to understand marriage? ”

Cursing, Chai Guosheng changed the channel.

"Once upon a time there was an explorer who went to Antarctica......"

The corners of Chai Guosheng's mouth were raised, and he gave a sneer without hesitation, eating and sleeping and playing Doudou, a joke for N years, and he had the courage to take it out.

"Everyone is welcome to ......" came the soft and glutinous voice.

Just listened to the four words, Chai Guosheng didn't think about it and changed the channel, this show is the famous history lecture hall, listen to the name is very high, in fact, it is a girl all day long YY and the emperors of the past dynasties, girls may like it, but to conquer him, there is still a long way to go.

Again, there was a screeching sound on the radio.

Yes, just these three programs!

looked at the watch, there was still half an hour before the delivery of the car, Chai Guosheng didn't bother to care about the show, started the car, and clicked on the automatic search.

Search to one counts as one.

"Hello, everyone, welcome everyone to listen to the Happy Village channel on time in the early hours of the morning, I am Chenyang, and I hope to spend the next half hour with you happily. Within seconds, a man's magnetic voice came over the radio.

"Happy Village?" Hearing the name, Chai Guosheng smiled, "Even the village radio station has come up to fool me these years?"

Mocking, but now Chai Guosheng is too lazy to change the channel, anyway, there is only half an hour left, listening to everything, and a little noise keeps him from falling asleep.

And just when Chai Guosheng was about to complain, he heard a ghostly voice coming from the radio, which seemed to be nothing.

If you were a person in Chenyang's era, you would know just by listening to the prelude that what is playing now is the prelude to Leslie Cheung's "A Chinese Ghost Story".

In the previous life, Leslie Cheung's A Chinese Ghost Story can be described as a classic, and unlike all ghost music, the prelude of this song can be described as an opening and majestic.

After a short prelude, I listened to Chenyang's calm voice on the radio, "Ning Caichen, a native of Jinhua Mansion, Zhejiang, is generous and straightforward, quite scholarly, and amorous and meaningful, strict and self-respecting, and usually says to people every day, 'Weak water is three thousand, but take one scoop.'" Except for his wife, he has never been close to a second woman in his life. ’”

is different from "Journey to the West", this time Chenyang took a semi-literary approach to "A Chinese Ghost Story", which was placed in the previous life, which may not work, but at this time, Chinese vernacular writing was still on the rise, and many people disdained it, besides, "Journey to the West" is for children and the elderly, and the classical Chinese is too deep, and "A Chinese Ghost Story" is for adults, and the readers are different, and Chenyang's way of speaking is also different.

"Yo, that's kind of interesting. ”

Although Chai Guosheng has no culture, he is also a college graduate, but his diploma has shrunk, and his culture can only get rid of the field of illiteracy.

"Just in time for the arrival of the school envoy, there will be an annual exam. Ning Caichen packed up his bags and rushed to Fucheng to take the exam. Walk to Beiguo, see a temple, the temple tower is magnificent, then want to enter the temple to rest, a little viewing. At the entrance, I saw that the temple was full of basil, and it was very desolate, as if no one lived in it. Looking around the monk's house, the east and west places have shown dilapidated and old, only the south side of the cottage, the doors and windows are new, but the door has been locked. I think the incense in the temple is not prosperous, and the monks have gone out to make fate. In the Xianbu Temple, see a cluster of bamboo on the east corner of the main hall again, elegant and infinite, there is a release pond under the steps, the water surface is several acres, directly connected to the distant mountain, the lotus flower in the pond is blooming, the fragrance is wisps. On the occasion of the annual examination, the scholars gathered, and the inns in the city were extremely expensive. It happens that this place is quiet and quiet, so it is better to live in the temple and settle down in a clean and comfortable place. At the moment, I made up my mind, and through the artemisia grass, I will be heavy on the tower, and I will watch it, and wait for the monks to return. ”

Chenyang continued to speak, and in order to match the atmosphere, the most commonly used soundtrack for ghost movies in previous lives came from the radio.

This movement came suddenly, and Chai Guosheng was scared, "Good guy, this is a fucking ghost story." ”

Walking at night and listening to ghost stories, this taste is more than sour.

But people are sometimes cheap, obviously afraid, but still reluctant to give up, the front of the car fell a corner, Chai Guosheng gave up the idea of approaching the road, and instead ran towards the crowded places in the city.

Chenyang naturally didn't know that he had already frightened a taxi driver before he started, and continued to talk.

Chai Guosheng also continued to listen, when he heard that Ning Caichen was living with a monk, the stone in his heart was half lowered, originally, this is a deserted temple, it is better to have a monk than nothing, and listening to this name, Yan Chixia, needless to say, must be a very awesome character.

It's a pity that before Chai Guosheng could put his mind down, he heard that Ning Caichen went out by himself because he couldn't sleep, and I don't know how many times he used the plot of such a death in his previous life, and Chenyang was tired of talking about it, but Chai Guosheng gritted his teeth when he heard it, and scolded, "Isn't this death, isn't it? ”

In the midst of scolding, Chai Guosheng kicked the accelerator and blasted out far away.

However, just when he was ready to be intimidated by the evil ghost, he listened to soft music on the radio, and at the same time, the plot took a turn: Ning Caichen was favored by his sister in the middle of the night because he peeped at someone else's party.

"Grass, this is a ghost story?"

Although he had expected that all Ning Caichen saw were ghosts, such a glamorous encounter still made Chai Guosheng scold with envy, jealousy and hatred.

As the plot deepened, Chai Guosheng had forgotten that this was a ghost story, and Xiaoqian's kindness and helplessness were also forgiven with her life experience, not only that, but when she heard that she was going to be controlled by monsters after death and had to suck human blood, a wave of anger rushed up.

Chai Guosheng didn't notice that at this moment, his emotions had been completely mobilized by the story, and he had ups and downs with the play.

The cowardly but stubborn Ning Caichen, the frightened Yan Chixia by ghosts, the pitiful but kind Xiaoqian, and the cold-blooded tree demon, all vivid images appeared in front of his eyes.

Unconsciously, half an hour has passed, and the program on the radio has come to an end, and the ending of Ning Caichen and Xiaoqian also came to an end in the prelude to Leslie Cheung's "A Chinese Ghost Story", "Thank you for listening to "Midnight Chat Zhai", I am Chenyang, at the same time tomorrow, I will bring you "Strange Stories", welcome everyone to continue listening at the same time tomorrow night." ”

Citylink?

Hearing this name, Chai Guosheng subconsciously looked at the time, roughly calculated the start time of "Midnight Chat", and looked at the channel segment, before stepping on the accelerator and driving away.

===

"Whew! ”

Chenyang stretched out in his chair and looked at his watch, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

To say that this village channel is a fuck, there is not even recording equipment, the midnight channel is all live broadcast, if he hadn't written it on the manuscript earlier, it would be difficult to stick to it with this brain.

I turned off the equipment, and spent the night in the broadcast studio, and the next morning, Chenyang returned to the rental house, and before I entered the door, I saw Aunt Zhao standing at the door of the unit and scolding her little daughter, "Tell me about you, how did the teacher teach you? You are so stupid? You can't even write a poem if you are asked to write a poem, and you didn't let you play when it snowed last year? Why are you so stupid." ”

"Aunt Zhao, what's wrong? Chenyang pushed the wheelchair over.

Aunt Zhao has two daughters, the eldest daughter Zhao Jin is twenty this year, and the youngest daughter Zhao Xuan is only seven or eight years old this year, which is when she was in elementary school.

Seeing Chenyang coming, Zhao Xuan buried his head in his chest and rubbed his school uniform nervously.

"Oh, it's Xiao Ke," Aunt Zhao smiled bitterly at Chenyang, "What can I have, it's not Xuanxuan, it's not good to study at all, yesterday the teacher asked her to write poems, and the whole class handed it in, so she couldn't write it, if it wasn't for the teacher calling me over, I wouldn't know about it." ”

In the end, Aunt Zhao was angry again, and poked Zhao Xuan's head with her fingers, "Tell me about you, what can you do, you know how to play every day, and you don't know how to work hard at all." ”

Zhao Xuan held his head, his innocent eyes full of tears.

"If you don't study well, you still have a crying face. ”

"Aunt Zhao, the child is still young, don't be so excited," Chenyang interrupted Aunt Zhao with a smile, turned his head and asked Zhao Xuan with a smile, "Xuanxuan, what poem did the teacher ask you to write?"

"Poems about snow. Zhao Xuan held his mouth, tears rolling in his eyes.

"Did the teacher say, what kind of poem should I be?"

The most indispensable thing in China is poetry, but because there is no shortage, poetry has been baptized by successive dynasties, and it is even more diverse in terms of classification and faction.

Although Chenyang doesn't know much about the extent to which the current Chinese poetry has developed, he also knows that in the current China, the carrier of poetry is more branches of the development of five-character poems, seven-character poems, and miscellaneous poems.

Even though Chenyang wanted to help, he had to figure out the ins and outs of the matter first.

Zhao Xuan shook his head.

"Look at it, look at it," Aunt Zhao pointed at Zhao Xuan with hatred, "What a simple task the teacher assigns, she can't write it, you have paste in your head?"

"It's not that I don't write," Zhao Xuan completely collapsed, crying wow, "I ...... I've written a lot, teacher...... The teacher said it was not good, so let me rewrite it...... I...... I've written it all...... Woowoo"

"What's wrong with the teacher asking you to rewrite? Rewriting is your own problem, crying and crying, you know crying, you don't study well and your face is crying. ”

"Aunt Zhao, don't be angry yet, child, take your time. ”

Hearing Chenyang say this, Aunt Zhao sighed, "Alas, Xiao Ke, you don't know, I was ignorant when I was young, I got married early, and now I don't have any ink in my stomach, I don't want these two children to follow my old path, you say, what can you do if you don't study these years? As soon as everyone comes out, they all graduated from college, their families are better, and they let the children get a doctorate, I don't have any ability, so I want to send Xiao Jin and Xuanxuan to graduate school, at least they come out and live better than me." ”

Aunt Zhao, this is the truth.

According to the memory of the original owner's previous life, Chenyang also knows that although the current Huaxia is full of humanistic care, under the thirteen-year compulsory education system, the soft power competition in the entire Huaxia is stronger than that in the previous life, especially the undergraduate, which is almost the same as graduating from junior high school in the previous life.

Of course, there are also some people who choose to drop out of school and work, but in the environment of soft power competition, life is not very satisfactory, and the parents of the original owner are living cases, which is also the main reason why Chenyang is so miserable now.

"But you can't be in a hurry when writing poetry," Chenyang smiled, "I think Xuanxuan is very smart, and if there is a case, he will definitely write a good poem." ”

"I also know this," Aunt Zhao's eyes dimmed, "but I don't have ink in my stomach, and I can't teach if I want to." ”

Chenyang's eyes rolled, "That's it, Aunt Zhao, I'll write a poem for Xuanxuan first, so that she can have a reference, so that she can have an explanation in front of the teacher." ”

"Okay," Aunt Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, "Xiao Ke, thank you so much, don't you know, Xuanxuan is facing a quiz this time, and the performance in the classroom is usually counted in the comprehensive score, if she doesn't meet the standard, she has to go to the bad class, what do you say this bad class can be, those children ......"

"Aunt Zhao, give. ”

Before Aunt Zhao could finish speaking, Chenyang had already handed her paper and pen.

Aunt Zhao was instinctively stunned, in all fairness, she was a little envious of the ink in Chenyang's stomach, but this envy did not make her dizzy.

Chenyang enthusiastically agreed to help Xuanxuan write poems, but is writing poems overnight? So, in her expectation, getting Chenyang's poems will be at least tomorrow.

"Can you read it and see if it's okay?" Chenyang naturally ignored Aunt Zhao's shock and touched Xuanxuan's head with a smile.

"Hey, okay. Aunt Zhao came back to her senses and hurriedly read the poem in her hand.

Yongxue poems

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, and ten.

Thousands of pieces of countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms are always gone.

This is the Ming Dynasty Zheng Banqiao's Yongxue poem, later because of Qianlong's adaptation of fame, although it seems simple, but full of innocence, in the previous life, this is a necessary subject for primary school poetry, Xuanxuan is now only in the third grade, so the first thing Chenyang thought of was this poem.

Seeing that the embarrassment on Aunt Zhao's face became more and more intense, Chenyang was not angry, Aunt Zhao dropped out of school to work before finishing junior high school, and got married when she reached the legal age.

"Ahem. Aunt Zhao coughed dryly, handed the manuscript paper to Xuan Xuan, and said insincerely, "Okay, that's it, Xuanxuan, thank you, uncle." ”

"Thank you, uncle. ”

"Don't, just call my brother. Chenyang said busily.

Sending Aunt Zhao and Xuanxuan away, Chenyang returned to the rental house, rushed into the back room, and as soon as he turned on the computer to log in to TT, Xiaobai's message popped up, "Zicai, go to Yingkong, something happened to Zichuan!"

"The first time, the Monkey King was born. ”

Wu Chengen's "Journey to the West" is written in classical Chinese, and it is impossible for Chenyang to memorize it all even if he is a genius, and since he wants to talk about it, he has to let the old and young masters hear it clearly and understand, the treasure of Chinese literature, but it is used for learning and pretending = forced, where can I get it in terms of entertainment.

Therefore, this time Chenyang is talking about "Journey to the West" in the vernacular, and as for the version, he is too lazy to delve into this issue.

===

Vacant lot in the community.

At seven or eight o'clock in the middle of summer, the sun has run out of poisonous gas, and the uncles and aunts in the community have come out one after another to enjoy the cool under the shade of the trees, and some have taken their grandchildren to play on the equipment, and the whole open space is not lively.

At this time, a young man's deep voice came from the central speaker of the community, "Legend has it that a long, long time ago, the world was divided into Dongsheng Shenzhou, West Niuhe Continent, South Ganbu Continent, and North Juluzhou. ”

The young man's voice suddenly became low, "In the country of Aolai in Dongsheng Shenzhou, there is a Huaguo Mountain, and there is a fairy stone on the mountain, one day the fairy stone cracked, and an egg rolled out of the stone, and this egg turned into a stone monkey as soon as it saw the wind, and the monkey's eyes shot out a golden light, and worshiped in all directions. The monkey can walk and run, and when he is thirsty, he drinks some water from the mountain streams, and when he is hungry, he eats some of the fruits of the mountains.

Spend all day playing with the animals in the mountains, and have a great time. One day, the weather was particularly hot, and the monkeys ran to bathe in the mountain stream in order to escape the heat. When they saw the water flowing in a tumultuous way, they went along the stream to find its source. ”

A few aunts and uncles stopped the entertainment facilities in their hands and pricked up their ears to listen.

According to statistics, the 86 version of Journey to the West has been replayed 3,000 times before and after it was made into a TV series, and the Monkey King played by the six-year-old child can be said to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

None of that matters, though.

The important thing is that "Journey to the West" itself is a very fascinating story!

As long as you add a little emotion to read it, it's a very good story, not to mention the colorful voice that Chenyang still reads aloud...... Well, in fact, this is what he thinks, after all, he is not a graduate of the broadcasting department, even if he has read a few books related to broadcasting, but in terms of strength, he is definitely not even a second knife.

As the plot progressed, the sound around the open space in the community was surrounded by three or four circles of people of all ages in the community.

Although everyone is willing to come out in the evening of July and August on weekdays, and the open space is also everyone's favorite place for activities, it will never be like now, the benches around the central speaker are full of people, but the rest of the place is crowded.

In the stereo, Chenyang continued to speak emotionally, "One day, after the patriarch finished preaching, he asked Wukong what skills he wanted to learn. Sun Wukong no matter what the patriarch said, pray to God and worship Buddha, meditate and practice, as long as he heard that he could not live forever, he was unwilling to learn, Bodhi Patriarch was very angry about this, the patriarch jumped down from the high platform, pointed at Sun Wukong with a ring ruler in his hand and said. ”

Chenyang's voice became stern, "You monkey, you don't learn this, you don't learn that, what do you want to learn?" ”

After a short pause, the uncles and aunts couldn't bear it anymore.

"Oh, what the hell is going on? ”

"This Monkey King, the Bodhisattva is willing to teach him that he still doesn't learn, this time it can annoy the Bodhisattva. ”

"Xiao Ke is also exact, why don't you talk about it here?"

"It can't be that the equipment is broken, our equipment is a little old. ”

The uncles and aunts kept arguing, in the broadcast studio, Chenyang looked at his watch, there were still ten minutes before he got off work, even if he hadn't learned broadcasting, but he also knew that this kind of storytelling was the most important thing to leave suspense.

In the past, Chenyang may have a sense of overtime, but now Chenyang, he is not happy to give him money to work overtime.

Resuming his usual voice, Chenyang concluded with a microphone, "I know what will happen next, please listen to the next decomposition, I am Chenyang, I am happy to broadcast for you, and at the same time tomorrow, I will continue to tell you about "Journey to the West". ”

"That's it?"

"I don't have to talk about it today. ”

"Xiao Ke, this kid is really, why did he stop talking about this, this is not deliberately seductive. ”

As soon as Chenyang's closing remarks came from the stereo, the uncles and aunts were not happy, shaking the fan in their hands, and the crowd dispersed in twos and threes, with unfinished looks on their faces.

Here, Chenyang turned off all the broadcasting equipment, and after a cursory inspection, he was about to close the door and get off work, when he saw Uncle Niu coming over with his three-year-old granddaughter, "Xiao Ke, this is preparing to get off work." ”

"Yes, Uncle Niu, did you just come back?" Chenyang greeted warmly.

In his previous life, Chenyang grew up with his grandparents, so he was very kind to the elderly.

"Journey to the West, Wukong. ”

The little granddaughter held by Uncle Niu was babbling and urging, her little face was full of eagerness, and her little hands and feet kept pointing ahead, but there was no specific goal.

"Hehe," Uncle Niu hugged his little granddaughter upward, pointed to Chenyang and said, "Niuniu, this is the brother who tells the story." ”

Niuniu's face was dazed, and her mouth babbled, "Wukong, Wukong." ”

"This kid is so cute. Chenyang teased Niu Niu, "Uncle Niu, what is the matter with you coming to me?" ”

"It's not Niuniu yet, after listening to your Journey to the West this afternoon, I shouted all the way to listen to it," Uncle Niu doted and patted Niuniu in his arms, "I can't help it, now I have this point, I don't rush to buy it, why don't you lend me your storybook to this child first, and I'll return it to you tomorrow." ”

"This ......"

"Don't worry, I'll let her dad buy it tomorrow, so as not to delay your business. Uncle Niu was afraid that Chenyang would not borrow it, so he hurriedly packed the ticket.

Chenyang scratched his head, "Uncle Niu, it's not that I don't borrow it, it's that I made up this story myself, and I haven't written it down yet, so there is no storybook at all." ”

"You made it up?"

Uncle Niu has really become a cow's big eyes, and his eyes are bigger than copper bells.

This is not to blame Uncle Niu for being too shocked, but Chenyang knows very well that the original owner does not have the strength at all, saying that he is writing a book, but in fact, he has not earned a dime, and he is purely hitting the street.

Although the current Huaxia has very strict requirements for literature, to a certain extent, only the writing is slightly passable, and it is still very possible to mix it up, but the original owner has not even received a contract, and the living expenses are only 500 yuan per month, which can be imagined how miserable.

After sending Uncle Niu away, Chenyang returned home, turned on the computer as soon as possible, and clicked to the background page to view the data.

Hits: 500.

Recommendation: 200.

Collection: 100.

Seeing this data, Chenyang's eyes lit up.

Five hundred clicks, one hundred collections, that is to say, for every five people who click into this book, one person will be willing to collect this book, and Chenyang has already achieved such good results after publishing three chapters.

Although "Purple River" is a work of the previous life, from this point of view, it is also very promising in this world.

closed the backstage, Chenyang opened the page of the book, and the book review area was also full of praise.

"Great, I've never seen such a beautiful book. ”

"It's really another fantasy I've seen, support. ”

"Faster, faster, more!"

"Praise the festival, shoot the case, this reward is not enough to express my meaning! Mo Shang Strings rewarded 50,000 Chinese coins"

"Hit the festival and admire, and the case was auctioned, but this reward is not enough to express my meaning! Angry, Xiao Duoduo rewarded 50,000 Chinese coins. ”

"Hehe, at this rate, it won't take 20,000 or 30,000 words to sign a contract, and when the time comes, my buddy will be at the peak of his life. Chenyang held the mouse in one hand and scratched his itchy knees in the other.

Scratch and scratch.

Scratch and scratch.

Suddenly, Chenyang is hand was stunned, his face turned pale, and the whole person froze in a wheelchair.

Itchy knees?

Since the rupture of the original ligament was not treated in time, his legs have lost sensation, and it is impossible for his knees to feel any itching, but now, he can clearly feel the itch.

Nerves precede thinking, and before Chenyang could come up with anything, the thumbs of his feet suddenly jumped, which was a purely unconscious reaction, but it could make Chenyang feel it clearly.

"Damn! I'm going to send it!"

In Chenyang's previous life, "Zichuan" is not a well-known masterpiece even if it is not a household name, it is also a masterpiece on the Internet, how popular is this book? Let's put it this way, when the book was uploaded for tens of thousands of words, the original author Lao Zhu directly abandoned the book to play, and when he came back, his popularity still rose.

If you break the update, you can still increase your popularity, and you are still in the new book period, who has seen it? Who can do it?

The most important thing is that Zichuan Xiu, this kid is too likable, cheap and has no discipline, Chenyang didn't throw less money at this kid back then, and he bought a few physical books even if he subscribed, this time Shun new book, "Zichuan" was the first thing he thought of.

After writing 20,000 words in the document, Chenyang did not rush to put it up, but first took a look at the overall direction of the website, here it is not an adjective, but a verb, and it took only a minute to sweep the list.

There is only one main reason for this: he has a very good eye.

In his previous life, under the influence of all kinds of gods, his vision has long become tricky, and the speed of reading is extremely fast, the million-word novel is let go of him to read, and it can be done in a day and a half, not to mention that the current Chinese culture treatment is extremely high, everyone wants to drill here, in order to ensure the quality of literature, the threshold of the list is very high, and the wind pushes no 50,000 collections at all, don't even think about it, at first glance there are a lot of lists, but as long as you look carefully, you will find that there are actually few books on the list.

Looking at the evolution of Tang Dynasty culture, but the style of online literature is still indulging in the novel mode of borrowing ancient satirical and modern, classical Chinese, Chenyang sat in a wheelchair and laughed three times, shouting heroically in his heart, "Give me a pen, and I will also warp the earth!"

"Xiao Ke, come down to eat. ”

Following the meaning of the old pig, taking the section as a single chapter, as soon as the content of the three chapters was put on the Internet, Chenyang heard that the door of the house was opened, and someone called himself in the living room, and he pushed the wheelchair out of the room.

In the common living room, a woman who looks to be in her fifties is taking out food from an insulated box.

"Aunt Zhao. ”

Chenyang pushed the wheelchair and walked over.

According to the original owner's memory, Aunt Zhao divorced early, lived here alone with her daughter, and lived on two or three thousand yuan of housing money and some social security money every month, and picked up the original owner with a broken leg on the road a few months ago.

Although the current Chinese cultural field is monotonous, the perfection of the law has made the humanistic feelings of China really do what the ancients and sages said, and if the house is not closed at night, there will never be a situation where the old lady falls and does not help, not to mention that the original owner is still a young and strong young man.

So, after the original owner was rescued, he rented a house with Aunt Zhao.

Although Aunt Zhao said that she was a charter wife, she was definitely not as good as in Stephen Chow's movie, and the community where Aunt Zhao's property is located is not even an ordinary community, at best it can only be regarded as an old-fashioned tube building, and there are no commercial companies around, and the most expensive rent a month is only 18 yuan, although this community has a lot of shortcomings, but there is also one of the most obvious points: safety!

This is an old-fashioned house, inhabited by some old people, petty theft rarely happens here, the most prosperous time is four or five o'clock in the afternoon when the aunts dance square dance, not the Phoenix legend kind of dance music.

In his previous life, he would never have lived here if he hadn't had to, but now it's different, the original owner is poor! Not only is he poor, but he also has a leg disease, and the wheelchair he is sitting in now doesn't know how many hands it is, pushing it up and shaking, he doesn't have much time to give him, he has to hurry up and make enough money before this wheelchair is scrapped.

After eating, Chenyang pushed the wheelchair out.

Following the memory of the original owner, bypassing the open space of the community, Chenyang went straight to the broadcast studio at the entrance of the community.

The original owner worked as an announcer here.

Of course, this job is also obtained under humanistic care, the monthly salary is not much, only 500 yuan, but the one that can fall into the hands of the original owner every month will only take 200 yuan, and the remaining 300 yuan will be given to Aunt Zhao, except for the house money, the rest is food money.

For the original owner, Chenyang has no objection at this moment, after all, his legs and feet are inconvenient now, and the cost of eating out is definitely more than giving money like this, and Aunt Zhao was a chef when she was young, and her skills are still undiminished when she is old.

Thinking about it, Chenyang pushed the wheelchair to the broadcast studio.

said that it was a community broadcasting room, but in fact, it was the gatehouse of an ordinary community, and when Chenyang pushed the wheelchair over, Uncle Liu was sitting behind his desk, shaking his head and listening to the play with a semiconductor in his hand.

"Uncle Liu. ”

"Xiao Ke, you're here. ”

Uncle Liu put down the semiconductors in his hand, walked out and pushed Chenyang up with a wheelchair, and said with a smile, "I should get off work again when you come," he said, he looked back at the semiconductors on the table reluctantly.

Most of the old people living in this community are very poor, and some are even abandoned by their children, although semiconductors are not expensive, but in the eyes of these old people, this money is just a few weeks of meat money, where can they afford to buy?

The semiconductors that are now on the table are bought by Chenyang out of his own pocket, firstly because he can listen to other people's regular radio programs to learn and learn, and secondly, because he lacks stories in his stomach, and it is also very convenient to play other radio programs to everyone when he is doing radio.

Chenyang naturally knew Uncle Liu's thoughts, and picked up the semiconductor and stuffed it into Uncle Liu's hand, "Uncle Liu, you can take this back and listen to it, just send it over tomorrow." ”

"Then what's the matter," Uncle Liu hurriedly shirked, "This is what you bought to show everyone to show, how can I take it casually, besides, I took the semiconductor to listen, what do you take to everyone today?"

The original Chenyang didn't have the ability to tell stories, but now Chenyang grabbed a lot of stories in his belly, and he still didn't tell them? smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay, I just came up with a story, and I'm worried that I don't have an audience." ”

"The story you want?"

Uncle Liu couldn't believe it, what kind of person Chenyang was, he still didn't know? After writing novels for five or six years, he couldn't even sign a contract, and he didn't know if he had a lot of Internet fees and told stories?

Chenyang smiled but did not speak.

He is lame, and he is not stupid, humanistic feelings may be able to solve his work, but it will definitely not solve the problem of making people look at others without colored glasses, and the impression of the original owner of waste wood is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so now Uncle Liu can't overthink him.

However, this is also the last time, today, he wants to let everyone know that he Chenyang is the future leader of entertainment!

Seeing Uncle Liu away, Chenyang took out the equipment and began to tinker.

If it is super professional equipment in front of him now, he may not get it, but the equipment in front of him is no different from the loudspeaker used by the village cadres to speak in the village love, and all the equipment adds up to only three switches: a microphone, a power switch, and a sound switch.

After basically understanding it, Chenyang held his cheeks with both hands, what should he tell the old people?

There are a lot of good stories in his previous life, but what can attract the elderly? And when he came, he also saw a few old people with children, although these children are not really listeners, but it is good to be able to bring them.

That's right!

That's the story!

Thinking about it, Chenyang habitually snapped his fingers, cleared his throat, and turned on the device, "Today, I will bring you a novel, Journey to the West." ”

"The tenth time, Bajie collided with marriage. ”

After walking for a long time, it was getting dark, and in a small forest not far away, a luxurious gatehouse could be faintly seen. Tang Seng said happily: "There is a place to stay tonight." Tang Seng and apprentice just walked to the door, just out of the house a middle-aged woman, Tang Seng busy salute, explain the intention, the woman heard and invited Tang Seng and apprentice into the house to rest. ”

"The woman led Tang Seng and his apprentices to the hall, instructed the servants to prepare a meal, and she talked to Tang Seng often, 'My family has a lot of wealth, and a thousand acres of fertile land. Alas, my husband died the year before last, and only my three daughters are with me, seeing that the four of you masters and apprentices are all righteous men and gentlemen, why don't you be my son-in-law, what does the master think?'"

Pinching his throat, Chenyang spoke "Journey to the West" into the microphone with a voice.

Today is the tenth day.

In the past ten days, although he can't see the scene of the uncles and aunts in the open space in the community paying attention, he can also see from the reactions of the uncles and aunts these days that "Journey to the West" has completely conquered everyone in this community.

However, it doesn't help!

If he only had this influence, he would not be able to stop Ji Yongwang from converting the broadcast studio into a supermarket.

Five.

Chenyang ended today's live broadcast, but he didn't go back, but turned out the listening rate that he had just applied for from the district radio station yesterday and was in a daze.

However, no matter how Chenyang looks at it, the listening rate above is zero.

Ten days is not a short time, and in the past ten days, Chenyang has carefully studied the Duan Zai of the Happy Village Channel.

Strictly speaking, the channel segment of Happy Village belongs to the district radio station.

In order to establish a harmonious community and enhance the happiness of the people, the last district mayor has added more than 30 channels to the district, and the channel segment of the happy village is how it came.

In recent years, there have been few people listening to semiconductors, and the district radio station has also deliberately ignored it, and even put the program time in the afternoon work section, and the listening rate can be imagined.

Smashing his mouth, Chenyang turned out the district radio program listening rate ranking table, which he also applied for.

Although "Journey to the West" has been ironclad in the previous life, the time period is also a problem, although according to the regulations, village channels at all levels can apply for time adjustment, but it is obvious that under such results, the application form must be ignored by the above.

Recognizing the situation in front of him, Chenyang naturally gave up submitting the application form, he is not the kind of person who has no brains, in the face of results, all prayers are bullshit.

Thinking about it, Chenyang took out another table from the drawer, compared to the table just now, this form was densely packed with program time slots and listening rates.

This is also the statistical table of the program listening rate of the district radio station he applied for a few days ago in the past week.

"No, the listening rate of the first place traffic sound has reached 3.5%!" Looking at the ratings, Chenyang smiled, and then he smiled, "Sure enough, only drivers will have time to listen to the radio these days, so the second place must be a music program." ”

As he spoke, Chenyang glanced down, but the result disappointed him, and the second place turned out to be the City Express, with a listening rate of 3.3%.

No. 3, Entertainment World, with a listening rate of 2.9%

4th place, evening news, with a listening rate of 2.8%

5th, 6th, 7th......

Looking for it all the way, Chenyang became more and more excited, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Damn, no!"

It took three minutes for Chenyang to raise his head from the listening rate ranking table of the district radio column, and the whole person was confused.

This list includes the programs of all district radio stations, but now, an entire district radio station has no music column!

No?!

What is it?

This is a business opportunity!

You know, in the previous life, in addition to the sound of traffic, the most popular among the public is the sound of music, and the majority of driver friends have created a daunting listening rate for the sound of music.

Not even now!?

"Hehe, it seems that the sky will not kill me, and when the broadcast studio is built, the next step will be to fill this vacancy. ”

Chenyang thought proudly.

But smugness, excitement is excitement, he hasn't forgotten what he's doing, what's more, if he wants the district radio station to admit himself and open up a separate program for himself, he has to come up with results first, right?

After collecting his heart, Chenyang continued to focus on the form, this time, he not only looked at it, but also took out a paper and pen to record.

1st place, the sound of traffic.

Listening rate: 3.8%.

Program time: 9:00-14:00, 14:00-24:00.

Peak hours: 12:00-13:00, 14:30-20:00. 、

Low peak time: 23:00-24:00.

Second place, Urban Express.

Listening rate: 3.3%.

Program time: 9:00-14:00, 14:00-21:00.

Peak hours: 12:00-13:00, 14:30-20:00.

Low peak time: 20:00-21:00.

Third place, entertainment world.

Listening rate: 2.9%.

Listening time: 18:00-18:30.

Peak time: 18:00-18:30.

Low Peak Time: None.

4th place, 5th place, 6th place......

A series of data seems dense on the A4 paper, and other people may be dumbfounded, but Chenyang is more and more focused.

Seeing the hundredth place all the time, Chenyang's eyes suddenly brightened, "Sure enough, this is the case! All the village frequency bands are concentrated in the afternoon from seven o'clock to seven and a half o'clock, and at eight o'clock in the evening, the village frequency bands on the top row have begun to decline, not only that, after nine o'clock in the evening, almost all the channel segments have begun to decline, even the listening rate of the sound of traffic is only 0.3%, and there is no program listening segment after eleven o'clock in the evening." ”

"So ......"

Pondering, Chenyang suddenly showed a warm smile, if it was Chenyang's friend in his previous life who saw his current appearance, he would definitely be two hundred percent vigilant, because this look Chenyang was about to enlarge his move next!

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District Radio.

Madoka is a staff member of the radio statistics department, and her daily job is to make listening statistics for the various channels of the radio column, and at the same time, she also has to process applications for village channel programs.

Of course, there are rules for village channels to apply for transfer time, except for those village channels whose listening rate breaks one can be transferred to the edge of peak hours, in addition, village channels can only be transferred during low peak hours.

Under such rules, the village channel is rarely transferred, which makes her job at least half easier, but she regrets that the little power in her hand has not been used so far.

Ding dong.

Just after Madoka finished the listening rate statistics table, an email popped up in her mailbox.

"Dear leader, about the application for the transfer of the Happy Village Channel to the Midnight Channel...... Applicant, announcer Chenyang. ”

"Midnight Channel?"

Seeing the four words on the application email, Xiaoyuanhu was suspicious, but soon, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, she couldn't be more familiar with this happy village channel, the old bottom of 10,000 years, the listening rate is not even 0.1, if it weren't for the previous district mayor put this village channel on their district radio station, such a channel segment would have been canceled long ago.

"Hmph, you can't make any progress in the afternoon period, and you still want to tune to the midnight channel where no one is?" Snorted coldly, Madoka replied in agreement, "If you don't work hard, you won't know what despair is!"