It's Monday.

The sky is not beautiful, and the smog is very heavy today.

This is Zhang Ye's first day at work, he is wearing a suit and tie, and he came to the Beijing Radio Station again with dignity and found the literary and artistic broadcasting department upstairs. Their radio coverage is roughly the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region, and there are also a small number of cities in the northeast that can receive frequencies, which cannot be compared with the central radio, but compared with local radio stations of the same level, the number of listeners is still far ahead.

Office of Leadership.

Zhang Ye knocked on the door lightly, and heard a voice of "come in" from inside, he pushed the door and walked into the room, the person sitting behind the desk Zhang Ye had already seen during the interview, it was Zhao Guozhou, who was over forty years old, he was also the person in charge of the literary and artistic broadcasting frequency, whether it was a radio station or a television station, in this position, the capital and many regions were generally called directors, of course, there were exceptions, such as Xiangnan and Xiangbei provinces, and there were also people who were called "Daochang".

"Leadership. ”

"Xiao Zhang is here, sit down, have you brought all the formalities?"

"I've brought them all. ”

"Okay, I'll let the personnel take you to the job, but it's not in a hurry, you drink saliva, and I'll take you to the office area to introduce you to after drinking. ”

"Well, excuse me. ”

After a few simple words, Zhang Ye also paid attention to what he said.

After a while, Zhao Guozhou led Zhang Ye to the centralized office area of the literary and artistic broadcasting station on the same floor with a smile, the area is very large, there are about thirty or forty tables, it may be that today's program has been recorded in advance, and everyone is not busy, playing games, chatting. When they saw the leader coming, they put down the game at hand, and the chatter shut up.

"Leadership. ”

"Good morning leader. ”

Everyone greeted each other.

Zhao Guozhou nodded, patted Zhang Ye on the shoulder and said, "Let's stop and introduce a new comrade, Zhang Ye, a fresh graduate of the broadcasting major of the Broadcasting Academy, is one of us today, everyone is welcome." "Although Communication University is now called Communication University, its predecessor is still Beijing Broadcasting Institute, but it has only changed its name in recent years, so many people are still used to calling it its previous name," ...... There may also be Xiao Zhang's alumni here, who are his brothers and sisters, and everyone takes care of the newcomers. ”

The crowd applauded and welcomed, and some people had obvious doubts in their eyes.

Zhang Ye also greeted everyone in a timely manner and briefly introduced himself.

After that, Zhao Guozhou called a young man, who looked about the same age as Zhang Ye, even if he was a few years older, but there was no need to compare his appearance, the young man was much more handsome, "Tian Bin, you are also the broadcast host, you bring Xiao Zhang these days to familiarize him with the business." ”

Tian Bin came over and shook hands with Zhang Ye, "Hello Xiao Zhang, if you don't understand something, ask me." ”

Zhang Ye hurriedly shook his hands over, "Brother Tian, you will have to worry about it in the future." ”

Zhao Guozhou said to Zhang Ye: "Xiao Tian is the announcer of our frequency "Late Night Ghost Story", you can learn more from him, it will help you." "In the past, there was a ghost story on the late-night show of the literary radio, but the show doesn't seem to be called that name, and it seems that it has also been modified by the game ring.

After all the procedures that should be taken are gone, Zhang Ye went to go through the entry procedures, and it was already half past ten in the morning after finishing these, and then he returned to his desk in the corner. It is said that many people will grab the location of the corner, after all, the leader can not observe, and it is convenient to be lazy, but this corner is different, one is not far from the door, and there is a water dispenser next to it, and people come and go very chaotically. Zhang Ye can't help it as a newcomer, although his salary as a broadcast host is higher than that of the editor and secretary in the same office area, but the newcomer is still a newcomer, and there is no seat left for you to choose.

Tian Bin sat across from him, separated by a baffle.

Zhang Ye looked left and right and saw that there was nothing to do, and no one to assign work, so he got up and asked, "Brother Tian, what do you think I can do or learn?"

Tian Bin glanced at him, and it was obviously different from the expression of the previous leader at the time, and he didn't like to pay attention to him and said, "You can familiarize yourself with it first." ”

"Oh. Zhang Ye didn't want to ask any more.

When he went to eat in the canteen of the unit at noon, Zhang Ye took the opportunity to greet his colleagues in the same office area, "Hello Sister Wang, please take care of me when I first arrive." ”

Wang Xiaomei swept his face, hummed without being salty, and turned to leave.

Zhang Ye still wanted to shake her hand, but he was embarrassed.

Through everyone's chats and dialogues before, he probably knew that Wang Xiaomei, who was about thirty years old, could be said to be one of the stars in the office area, and she was the first sister of their literary radio, and the "Talking about the World" hosted by her was their star program with the highest frequency listening, this is a humanities and history column, talk about the past, talk about the present, Wang Xiaomei hosts very well, and looks good. Although she is not as frightened as Rao Aimin's beauty, anyone who sees her will also evaluate her with the word beauty. Maybe only Zhang Ye is not very interested in her, because Wang Xiaomei looks good-looking, but she is good-looking but has no characteristics, and her temperament is not enough, and she is not a little worse than his landlord and aunt.

For a whole day, Zhang Ye was busy with interpersonal communication, but it had little effect, as if everyone was not very enthusiastic about him, as if it was dispensable.

Tian Bin is like this.

The same is true for Wang Xiaomei.

It wasn't until he got off work that Zhang Ye figured out what was going on, because he happened to hear a conversation between a telephone editor of Literature and Art Radio and Tian Bin and a beautiful woman. The beauty is Tian Bin's wife, and the two of them are holding hands, probably to pick up her husband after work.

"Brother Tian, how did Zhang Ye apply?" asked the phone editor.

Tian Bin pouted and shook his head: "Who knows, the appearance is not good." ”

The telephone editor sighed: "What are you talking about, this kind of appearance can be a broadcast host? I don't know what Lu Dao thinks in the station, it's better for him to be on than me." ”

Tian Bin asserted: "That Zhang Ye will definitely not be popular." ”

The telephone editor echoed: "Don't say it's popular, if he doesn't take it to the program, all the programs of our literary and artistic radio have fixed hosts, he will be an chargé d'affaires host at most, make a cameo, who is sick and replace the day, and want to have his own exclusive program? ”

Tian Bin's daughter-in-law smiled: "This kind of person has been recruited? ”

Tian Bin said: "The leader still asked me to take him, how can I have this time." ”

His daughter-in-law said: "Then ignore him, he can't be on the show, and it is estimated that he will be assigned to other departments on the rooftop in a few days." ”

The servants chatted and left, unaware that Zhang Ye at the door of the company had heard it, and said bad things about me behind his back? Still looking forward to assigning me? Obviously, the editors and clerks were jealous of Zhang Ye's luck, and the other broadcast hosts also thought that Zhang Ye would not have achievements, or Zhang Ye, the substitute host, was no different from ordinary copywriters in their eyes, so there was this scene, and no one in the literary station paid attention to him.

Who told you I couldn't be on fire?

Who told you I couldn't be on the show?

Wait, I'll show you what to see!

What people pursue in this life is fame and fortune, Zhang Ye is not greedy, only fame and profit, he will put all his efforts and energy on fame, and go on in accordance with the ultimate goal of "becoming the greatest star in the world" set by the game ring! Hard work will always pay off, abandon all **** and just strive for fame, he doesn't believe that he can't mix up his personal appearance! As for other things such as money? Heh, what is money, can it be compared with fame? He has always disdained it as dung, and he really doesn't care about money at all, he really doesn't care......

Eh, wait!

Zhang Ye suddenly stopped at the steps west of the station, stepped on something with his foot, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he bent down and picked up a dime paper ticket that he didn't know who threw on the ground, sneakily stuffed it into his pocket, and continued to stride forward.

By the way, where did you just go?

Oh yes, who told you I couldn't be on the show? Ah, who told you?