led everyone to look at the office, Wang Qiang said to the Minister of Propaganda, Zhang Mintao, who was wiping his desk:

"Zhang Mintao, come with me to the radio room"

When the other cleaning ministers heard this, they all put down their work and followed, planning to go to the radio room of Fuliu High School together to have a look and have a look. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Seeing that everyone wanted to go and see, Wang Qiang didn't stop him.

The broadcasting room was not far from Wang Qiang's office, only a few rooms away. After walking a few steps, everyone reached the door of the radio room.

Wang Qiang took out the key, opened the door, and let the ministers of the various student unions go inside to visit.

After Wang Qiang got the key, he had already come once. When I entered the door, I saw that the broadcast room was cleaned very cleanly, and there was not much obvious dust on various equipment, so it should have been cleaned by Luo Cheng before it was handed over to Wang Qiang.

Seeing that everyone was curiously looking at the various equipment in the room, Wang Qiang said to Zhang Mintao:

"Zhang Mintao, the broadcast room will be handed over to you in the future. You should arrange for a few officers to come over as soon as possible to familiarize yourself with them, learn how to use these equipment, and start broadcasting every day as soon as possible. Later, we'll discuss the timing of the broadcast."

Zhang Mintao nodded, looked at the equipment in the room, and then looked at Wang Qiang, and stopped talking.

"What else?" asked Wang Qiang.

"I won't use this thing," Zhang Mintao said with a flushed face.

You may feel embarrassed, Zhang Mintao, a good boy, shy like a girl when he speaks.

Wang Qiang has not used these devices either, but he is very confident in his ability to understand these things, and even if he can't do it, there is still Director Luo Chengluo of the school office who can ask.

"You first see if there is a manual in the room, if there is, take a good look at it, and I will study it with you later," Wang Qiang said.

Since the equipment in the broadcast room was not turned on, everyone watched for a while and then went back to the office and continued to clean their desks in the office. Only Zhang Mintao was still looking through a manual he found in his desk pocket.

Seeing that Zhang Mintao still looked ignorant for a long time, Wang Qiang took the manual in Zhang Mintao's hand and looked at it.

The manual is not complicated, Wang Qiang understood the operation of the broadcasting equipment and the opening method in two or three clicks.

Wang Qiang taught Zhang Mintao a few times, and when he saw that he had understood, he was relieved.

Wang Qiang saw that Zhang Mintao still wanted to start the equipment test, Wang Qiang hurriedly stopped Zhang Mintao and said:

"We're not ready yet, and if we start the broadcast rashly, it's likely to be live. Or wait until you're ready to turn on your device?"

"That's fine," Mr. Zhang said.

By the time Wang Qiang and Zhang Mintao returned to the office, the desks and chairs in the office had been wiped clean as new.

"Let's all come here, let's have a meeting together today," Wang Qiang said to everyone, sitting at the head of a small conference table in his office.

When the people in the office heard this, they all stopped what they were doing and walked over.

When everyone was seated, Wang Qiang said:

"Our student union has just been established, and there are a lot of things that have not yet been decided. I won't arrange specific things today. When you go back, sort out what you have at hand, see what you can do, and let me know what you think next Tuesday. In the future, we will have no other things to delay every week, and we will set aside a day to hold a meeting at noon or afternoon to arrange specific things," Wang Qiang said.

All of them had thoughtful expressions.

"Are there any more questions?" asked Wang Qiang.

After all, it was the first time to have a meeting together, and the participants were not prepared, and they all shook their heads and said that they had nothing to say.

"If it's nothing, then do what I just said and adjourn the meeting," Wang Qiang said.

After the meeting ended, people walked outside one after another, and Wang Qiang also left the office with everyone.

The days that followed, Wang Qiang, were hurried and fulfilling.

Every day, there are some small things for Wang Qiang, the president of the student union, to deal with.

In the process of dealing with these problems, Wang Qiang's dick silk personality slowly faded, and he began to form his own management style.

On this day, Zhang Mintao gave Wang Qiang the key to the broadcast room and brought two classmates.

Since Zhang Mintao has been studying various equipment in the broadcasting room whenever he has free time in the past few days, Wang Qiang gave Zhang Mintao the key today and asked him to match one.

"This is Liu Mingliang and Zhang Yan from the third class of high school," Zhang Mintao pointed to the two people next to him and introduced Wang Qiang.

Liu Mingliang is not "bright", he is quite tall, should be about 1.85 meters, with dark skin and a thin figure.

Zhang Yan is a beautiful girl, about 1.7 meters tall, with fair skin, a slender figure, and a black green silk that goes down vertically to her buttocks.

"This is the president of our student union, Wang Qiang," Zhang Mintao then introduced Wang Qiang to the two of them.

"Hello!" the two said.

"Hello!" replied Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang was not angry because the other party did not call him chairman. In fact, since he was elected president of the student union, no one has called Wang Qiang the chairman at all. One is that people may not be used to this kind of designation. Another reason is that Wang Qiang thinks that it is likely that everyone feels that they are not good enough!

After Wang Qiang and the two of them said hello, they looked at Zhang Mintao suspiciously, not knowing why he brought these two people to him.

Looking at Wang Qiang's puzzled expression, Zhang Mintao said with a smile: "Wang Qiang, these are the two announcers I found for the radio station, what do you think?"

"Okay," Wang replied.

Although Wang Qiang said that it was okay, he felt that Zhang Mintao was a little sloppy in his heart.

Wang Qiang feels that broadcasting is an industry that relies on sound to eat, and it is useless for Zhang Mintao to find two good-looking ones, and people can't look at them.

As if he knew what Wang Qiang was thinking, Zhang Mintao patted the side, and Liu Mingming's shoulder said:

"These two students are art students recruited by our school, they have strong language skills, and they are perfect for being announcers, so you can go to the radio station to listen to it later."

After listening to Zhang Mintao's words, Wang Qiang looked at the two of them again and found that the two of them were looking at him nervously.

"Then go and have a look, anyway, there's nothing going on right now," Wang Qiang said as he looked back at his classmates who were studying on their own.

On the way to the radio room, Wang Qiang smiled at Zhang Mintao: "You are also considered to be strong, other ministers don't know what to do, you have already started to strengthen the team for yourself"

"Don't laugh, how can a person like me be considered a strong soldier. If this is considered a strong soldier, how can I recruit people later," Zhang Mintao said with a smile.