Wang Qiang followed Zhang Mintao and the three of them to the broadcasting room of Fuliu High School. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After being familiar with it in the past few days, Zhang Mintao opened the equipment with his hands and feet and said to Wang Qiang:

"Let me see what these two generals are capable of"

After speaking, he said to Liu Mingliang: "Liu Mingliang, you come first"

Liu Mingliang walked to the table with the microphone, sat down, and asked Zhang Mintao a little timidly:

"Minister Zhang, I'm not ready yet, do you want to start broadcasting to the whole school now?"

Zhang Mintao smiled and said:

"How is it possible? Now that the program has not been arranged, how can it be broadcast immediately. I've only turned on the radio indoors, and the switch to the outside hasn't been turned on yet. You try it first, and then broadcast it when the program is set."

After Liu Mingliang listened, he breathed a sigh of relief.

According to Zhang Mintao's request, Liu Mingliang looked into the microphone and read the manuscript on the desktop. Then, Zhang Yan also sat down in front of the microphone and read a transcript.

After the two of them finished trying, Zhang Mintao looked at Wang Qiang with some smugness, and invited merit:

"How's that, it's not bad, right?"

Wang Qiang felt that although the timbre of the two brought by Zhang Mintao was okay, there was still a big difference between them and the broadcast host in his mind.

"It's okay, but it seems like it's almost a radio show"

Wang Qiang ignored Zhang Yan's beautiful eyes and said to Zhang Mintao.

Zhang Mintao did not answer Wang Qiang's question, walked to the crowd of broadcasting equipment with a smile, and pressed a button.

Then the room sounded the manuscript that Liu Mingliang and Zhang Yan had just read when they auditioned.

It turned out that just now, Liu Mingliang and Zhang Yan's speeches have been recorded by Zhang Mintao, Wang Qiang only then knew that these devices still have recording functions, it seems that Zhang Mintao has carefully understood the functions of various devices during this time.

Liu Mingming's voice sounded, and Wang Qiang suddenly had the feeling of finding the announcer in his mind. It sounded very different from what I had just heard, it was deep and magnetic. When Zhang Yan's voice sounded, Wang Qiang had the feeling of listening to professional radio programs. Zhang Yan's voice was played by the stereo, and there was a feeling of beauty and tactfulness.

"How can this be?" asked Wang Qiang with some curiosity.

I had just heard their voices, and it wasn't good. But it was obviously much better when it was released through the stereo, and Wang Qiang was a little puzzled.

"There is a big difference between a person's normal voice and the sound transmitted through the stereo," Zhang Mintao said: "Although I don't know the reason, I struggled to find a host who is suitable for the radio timbre, and it was not easy for me to find the two of them."

Zhang Yan and Liu Mingliang raised their heads proudly when they heard Zhang Mintao say about themselves. Zhang Yan also stared at the beautiful eyes and glanced at Wang Qiang, as if she was retaliating against Wang Qiang for denying herself just now.

"Mintao, have you heard their voices coming from the stereo before?" asked Wang Qiang.

"No" Zhang Mintao waved his fat hands and said, "I also went to find the head teacher of the third class of high school, and their head teacher recommended the two of them to me."

"Oh, how did you think of going to the third class of high school to find someone," Wang Qiang asked.

He was not suspicious of Zhang Mintao, but was a little curious about Zhang Mintao going directly to the third class of high school to find someone and not looking for someone in other classes.

"I watched the sky at night last night, pinched my fingers, and thought that I was going to the third class of high school to find someone" Zhang Mintao sold the guanzi, pretending to be mysterious.

Wang Qiang saw that Zhang Mintao pretended to be profound, and turned to talk to Liu Mingliang and Zhang Yan, and left him aside.

Sure enough, Zhang Mintao saw that Wang Qiang didn't ask himself, but he couldn't hold back his words and said:

"The third class of the first year of high school is the school's specialty class, and it is full of people with a skill. We couldn't find a broadcast host, and after learning about the situation of the first and third classes of high school, I went to their homeroom teacher."

Wang Qiang nodded when he heard this, it seems that Zhang Mintao has put a lot of effort into it since he took over the matter of the radio room.

After listening to Liu Mingliang and Zhang Yan's voices after the audition broadcast, Wang Qiang and Zhang Mintao made a decision on the spot, and Liu Mingliang and Zhang Yan will be the hosts of the school's radio room in the future.

Wang Qiang left Zhang Mintao and Liu Mingliang to continue to debug the equipment in the broadcasting room, and by the way, they thought about the content of the future program, and they returned to the teaching building.

Time flies, and it's the weekend again. On this day, his uncle Chen Haipeng called Wang Qiang. He said that he decided to visit Fuliu High School next Thursday and donate a batch of things by the way.

Hanging up his uncle Chen Haipeng's phone, Wang Qiang immediately reported that his uncle Chen Haipeng was going to visit Fuliu High School next Thursday.

Although it was a weekend, the phone of Director Luo of the school office was always on.

After listening to Wang Qiang's call, Luo Cheng said with some excitement: "Wang Qiang, thank you for telling me this good news, I will report this matter to Principal Wang immediately."

After hearing Wang Qiang say that Chen Haipeng planned to donate a batch of materials to Fuliu High School, Luo Cheng said even more excitedly:

"On behalf of Fuliu High School, I would like to thank Mr. Chen for his kindness, and on the day Mr. Chen comes, the school should hold a simple donation ceremony, I hope you will tell your uncle to make him ready."

Wang Qiang pouted with the phone, he thought a little funny: "The school was originally going to go for Uncle Chen Haipeng's money, but now they are pretending to be very surprised, and it is really hard for them."

Wang Qiang felt that he didn't have time to waste time on this matter, and said to Luo Cheng:

"Director Luo, why don't I give you my uncle's phone number, and you can contact him yourself."

"That's not good," Luo Cheng asked with some hesitation.

"What's wrong with this, anyway, the matter has basically been finalized, and the rest of the specific details, you and my uncle can discuss it again. However, it is better for the school to arrange it first, and then communicate with my uncle."

"Oh well"

Luo Cheng is still looking forward to being able to get on the line with Chen Haipeng, the richest man in Fuliu, maybe there will be a time when he needs to ask Chen Haipeng for the head in the future.

In the second week, Tuesday, at the student union meeting, the ministers submitted their departmental plans to Wang Qiang. Even Zhang Mintao, who was busy with his feet not touching the ground during this time, also made a plan.

Because there is only one copy of each plan, and it is still in his own hands, Wang Qiang asked each minister to stand up and briefly explain his own plan so that others can understand. Then, Wang Qiang asked everyone to discuss each plan, evaluate the feasibility of the plan, and put forward suggestions and suggestions for improvement.

Although it was only the first time we had worked together, we were all young people, and we all spoke freely when it was time to express our opinions.

After finalizing the follow-up work content of several departments, Wang Qiang asked him to talk about the progress of each plan at the meeting next week, and announced the dismissal of the meeting.

While most of the people left the conference room and walked outside, a few people remained in their seats and did not get up. Wang Qiang looked at the few people who didn't get up, and felt that there should be something to discuss with him.