Commercial Radio Building.

Fu Xiaoli was very angry, "Today's Story", which originally belonged to herself, was occupied by an outsider who was not in the station for 40 minutes, the anchor was still a young boy less than 20, and I heard that it was still a Chinese program, which made Fu Xiaoli unbearable.

She is almost 30 years old this year, and she has been in the station for 5 years before becoming the anchor of "Today's Story", how much sweat did she pay for this position, and she also sacrificed her hue to climb into Director Lu's bed, but now it's good, Director Lu didn't say hello and divided half of the show.

She angrily knocked on Director Lu's door, sat on Director Lu's fat lap and coquettishly flirted: "Director Lu, don't tell anyone about other people's programs, you dead ghost really has no conscience." ”

Director Lu was teased by him, he was the deputy director, and there were many things that he could not decide personally, but in front of the beauty, he still patted his chest and promised: "Xiaoli, little baby, don't make trouble, I promise you, if the listening rate of the eleven o'clock time period will decline compared with the same period in the past, then move this show to after the early hours of the morning, now you can rest assured." After speaking, he began to move his hands up and down.

Fu Xiaoli said angrily: "You pervert." “

I was relieved in my heart, how could a stinky boy be his opponent if he didn't know what to do.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, Wang Zheng came to the commercial radio building, and he needed to go to the wireless class to study during the day, and only at night he came to record the program, and when he arrived at the radio office area, he knew that Director Lu had been waiting for him for a long time.

When he came to Director Lu's office, he got straight to the point: "Wang Zheng, because you are a newcomer, and you are bringing a new Chinese program, we need to try it for three days, and if the listening rate is lower than that of the same program in the past, we need to move your program to after the early morning." What's wrong with you?"

"I have no problem, listen to Director Lu's arrangement. Wang Zheng has never been worried about the problem of listening rate. When I went to work during the day and came back late from work at night, I listened to the audio novels of ghosts blowing out the lamps in the middle of the night, and I was scared into a cold sweat, but the more scared I was, the more I wanted to listen to it, not to mention the sour taste.

Seeing Wang Zheng's readiness in agreeing, Director Lu comforted: "Of course, the station attaches great importance to this program, and will advertise your program at various times in the past three days." As long as the listening rate does not drop and the time slot does not change, you can record the program first. ”

Coming out of Director Lu's office, Wang Zheng came directly to the No. 7 recording studio, and met a woman about 30 years old dressed bewitchingly at the door, Wang Zheng nodded to her politely.

Fu Xiaoli snorted coldly at her, didn't speak, and directly left Wang Zheng with a back.

"This woman must be sick, maybe she forgot to take her medicine today. “

Wang Zheng slandered, didn't care, and came to the recording studio. After getting acquainted with the machinery and equipment, today he plans to record three episodes. In order to make the broadcast better, he still prepared a draft, sorted out his thoughts, pushed the microphone to start speaking, and began to record.

"Thunder 811, hello everyone, this is FM88.1MHz "Today's Story", I am your new friend Wang Zheng, today I bring you a new story "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", so that you can learn about the legend of the ancient Chinese school captain touching gold, and the wonderful construction of Chinese tombs. ”

"People light candles, ghosts blow out lamps, candles can be opened, candles are extinguished and exited quickly, and the contract of life and death cannot be broken. Wang Zheng spoke standard Mandarin, and his voice slowed down and pressed his throat, making his voice dry.

"Tomb robbing is not a dinner party, not a fuss, not a painting and embroidery, not so elegant, so leisurely strolling, so calm and unbroken, tomb robbing is a technology, a technology for destruction." Wang Zheng spoke very fluently, and he talked without stumbling at all, and he talked for more than three hours, and he was doing the episodes.

"Listeners and friends, today's story ends here, welcome everyone to continue listening at the same time tomorrow, I'm Wang Zheng, we'll see you tomorrow!"

The story went too smoothly, and four episodes were recorded at once, faster than expected, so that he could finish recording early and go to other things, Wang Zheng went downstairs at ten o'clock in the evening, and he liked such a busy life very much.

Three days later, on the weekend, at home at night, Fu Xiaoli pushed the invitation of Director Lu to go out, and stayed at home to listen to the premiere of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", she wanted to see why this new kid squeezed the time of her own show, and it was 11:20.

"Thunder 811, hello everyone, this is FM88.1MHz. "At the beginning of the program, it was really Chinese, Fu Xiaoli sneered, since 1974, Hui's Sanjie's comedy Cantonese movies have seized the Xiangjiang market, and there are not many people shooting Chinese movies in Xiangjiang, not to mention Chinese radio programs, she continues to listen.

"My grandfather's name is Hu Guohua, and the ancestor of the Hu family was a famous landowner in ten miles and eight townships. Wang Zheng introduced the background of the story and spoke quickly.

The uncle rushed into the house, and when he looked into the bed, he saw a woman's big white face, still wiping her red face, and her eyes were open, staring straight at the ceiling. Hearing this, Fu Xiaoli felt that something was wrong, and felt that her body was a little cold, so she covered herself with a blanket and continued to listen.

"That night, the moon was cold and the stars were cold, the wind was blowing, and there were patches of phosphorus fire wafting in the graves, and from time to time there were a few strange squeaks. Fu Xiaoli was already shivering and hiding in the quilt, and Wang Zheng's slightly dry hoarse voice came from the radio, this night, Fu Xiaoli didn't sleep well.

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Li Yuan is a small white-collar worker in the office, who is busy at work and goes out early and returns late every day. I don't usually have any hobbies, I like to listen to music in my free time, this day, the music program on the radio is about to end, he is lying in bed half-asleep and half-awake, he hears a dry and hoarse voice in his ear to tell something, he slowly regains some consciousness, consciousness follows the voice:" Hu Guohua picked up the shovel and dug up the lower half of the sealed soil, the whole coffin was presented in front of him, took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and pried open the lid of the coffin with a shovel, the corpse inside had a lifelike face, and two large pieces of red rouge were smeared on both sides of her face, and she was wearing a phoenix crown and a red silk auspicious robe..."

Li Yuan woke up nervously and sat up, and found that it turned out to be the voice from the radio, what Chinese program, so terrifying, he continued to listen carefully.

Looking at the extent of the coffin's decay, this corpse will never be just buried, Hu Guohua became nervous and scared, but looking at the gold and silver jewelry on the corpse, he couldn't help but greedily reached out and prepared to take all these things away, just stretched out his hand, suddenly, his wrist was grabbed from behind. ... Listeners, tonight's program is over here, if you want to predict what will happen next, you are welcome to continue to listen at the same time tomorrow, our website will 881903.com launch this episode of the program simultaneously, friends who want to listen to it again can listen again, I'm Wang Zheng, we'll see you next time!"

Li Yuan was originally startled, why is it suddenly gone, damn, scare me awake, you are over, how can I still sleep, I feel a little excited, scratching my ears and cheeks speechless for a long time.