294 [Death xìng does not change]

After the broadcast of the day, Stationmaster Jin said to Wang Zijun and others: "Several, if you want to rest on the mountain, there is our announcer's dormitory, but the conditions are very simple, I don't know if you can get used to it." You can also go down the mountain to stay in the homes of locals, who of course are not much better there. ”

Without asking Wang Zijun and Teresa Teng's opinions at all, Qiu Xuemei made a direct decision: "Let's live on the mountain, let's take a trip, of course, we have to share weal and sorrow with the soldiers." ”

Wang Zijun secretly squeezed his eyebrows at Teresa Teng, and pouted in the direction of Qiu Xuemei, thinking that this old nǎinǎi felt so good about himself. Fortunately, tomorrow everyone will disperse, and there is no need to look at her face.

Everyone turned off the machine, and except for the two announcers who stayed here on duty, everyone else left the broadcasting station with umbrellas and walked to the dormitory area on the side.

Wang Zijun looked back, and the couplet of the broadcasting station was leaking domineeringly in the rain -- "Break down the momentum of the bandit army and promote the sound of the Han Dynasty."

Well, this breath

The war of words between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party has been fought here for more than 10 years, and it can be said that they have won and lost each other.

In the first few years, due to homesickness, many veterans traveled back to their hometowns to reunite with their families. However, as the years have changed, there are fewer and fewer veterans who remain in the station, and the propaganda on the other side has been useless in recent years.

However, the strategy of the Kuomintang has been somewhat effective, especially after the difficult period on the mainland, ** constantly sent leaflets, and sent a lot of daily necessities by drifting in the air and the sea, although the PLA on the opposite side absconded almost none, but the local poor fishermen from time to time someone secretly swam over or fled to Hong Kong.

Most of the mainland announcers on Jiaoyu have worked there for several years or more than ten years, listening to Taiwan radio all day long. After talking to the PLA uncle opposite, Wang Zijun felt that those people were probably the broadest kind of people in the mainland today, and they could still pop up a fashionable word from time to time.

The broadcasts of the two sides on the front line are actually really not powerful, and they are basically equivalent to the most primitive loudspeaker shouting, and the scope of influence is very small. As for the mainland's frequent "eavesdropping on enemy broadcasts," that refers to the broadcasts of the "Central Broadcasting Station" in the rear of the Kuomintang, whose telecommunications can cover the entire mainland.

When I arrived at the dormitory, Qiu Xuemeifu asked for a room, Ziwei and Teresa Teng, while Stationmaster Jin did not go down the mountain to go home and lived with Wang Zijun.

The dormitory is not big, with a single double-storey chuáng, a writing desk, and a cabinet for things.

Stationmaster Jin waited for Wang Zijun to put away his luggage before saying, "Mr. Wang, let's go downstairs to have fun, our announcer has prepared a welcome event." ”

"Okay." Wang Zijun nodded and said.

The so-called welcome event is just a few colorful balloons, some melon seeds and fruits, and everyone chats and sings together.

Most of these announcers are nvxìng, and there are only four men plus the stationmaster Jin, all of whom have learned professional broadcasting, and their voices are good, and they are not bad at singing.

I don't know if it's inversely proportional to the voice and appearance, but there are really few good-looking NV announcers. Of course, it's also the reason why they don't dress up, wearing gray and green Sè work clothes all day long, and they naturally don't look as good as the modern NV Lang in the city.

In fact, these announcers have nothing to do with spies and agents; the first batch of professional broadcasters and propaganda personnel from the mainland, and later ordinary military Chinese personnel or transferred radio workers, generally rotated and transferred away in a few months, staying for a long time for only one or two years (some have worked for more than ten years), and after going out, they are no different from ordinary people.

In later generations, some forums posted photos of these NV announcers on the Internet, and many netizens ridiculed them as military soldiers who betrayed the RÒU body, which is pure nonsense. At present, the Kuomintang garrisons in various localities have a kind of "special teahouse," commonly known as the Jiyuan of the Eighty-Third Courtyard and the Paradise of the Army, and that is where the officers and men have a pastime, and the military workers inside are also xìng workers who have voluntarily come to "labor the army" from the island of Taiwan -- the prostitution in the garrison is much higher than that of the localities, and there is no worry about running out of business. Therefore, this job is very competitive in the jinv industry, and Taiwanese ladies want to come here, what registration, political examination, and physical examination are very strict, and they have to pay bribes to recruit people to come.

Outside of the "special tea room", if the officers and soldiers are found to be in the NV, the punishment will be very serious. As for the hidden power sèjiāo easy, it is found everywhere in the world, and this cannot be eradicated.

Sitting in a circle with the announcers, Wang Zijun smiled and beat the beat, Teresa Teng was singing in the middle, and she was wearing the announcer's costume, and there was an announcer taking pictures next to her. ,

"Next, I would like to invite Mr. Wang Zijun, the emperor superstar of the Republic of China, to come up with a song for you, okay?" Stationmaster Kim shouted.

"Good," the crowd shouted in unison.

Wang Zijun stood up with a smile and asked, "What do you want to hear?" ”

"My future is not a dream," everyone said in unison.

Well, the record of this new song has come to the island of Golden Mén.

"Wait," said one of the male announcers, "I'll go back and get my guitar." ”

Soon, the announcer brought his acoustic guitar to Wang Zijun.

Wang Zijun tried the tone, the sound quality of this guitar is very bad, it belongs to the worst category, but it is better than nothing.

"Are you like me bowing my head in the sun, sweating and working silently and hard......"

Wang Zijun played and sang, and the announcers around him clapped their hands and beat the beat. The youngest of these people was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and the average age was only about twenty years old.

It didn't take long for the two who stayed on duty at the broadcasting station to come over, and finally everyone got together and took a few group photos before they dispersed.

The next day, Wang Zijun slept soundly when he was woken up by the sound of shelling on the opposite bank. I looked at my watch, and it was only ** o'clock, and Nima was opposite to take the * as a morning exercise.

After saying goodbye to the announcers, Wang Zijun and the others first went to the Kim Mén Defense Command to report. Then everyone acted separately, accompanied by the personnel of the headquarters, Qiu Xuemei, Ziwei and others went to Guningtou, Hujingtou and other places, Teresa Teng went to Dadan Island, and Wang Zijun went to the station of Jin Mén Island to sing condolences.

Such days lasted for three days, performing in the army during the day, occasionally going to the county seat to see, and returning to a certain broadcasting station at night to broadcast.

It seems that the Sichuan fellow on the opposite side and Wang Zijun were criticized, and the next two days were much sharper, and the pain was terrible, hoping that Wang Zijun could reform and revolt as soon as possible.

The three days passed quickly, and everyone gathered at the defense headquarters, and then, accompanied by military personnel, they returned to Taiwan on a ship and in a "salute" by the People's Liberation Army.

"How's it going?" In the military vehicle, Wang Zijun asked Teresa Teng with a smile.

"I'm so tired," Teresa Teng said excitedly, "but the officers and soldiers were very enthusiastic, and they also took me to see the sunrise over the sea." ”

"Hehe, are you going to Japan soon?" Wang Zijun asked with a smile.

Teresa Teng said: "Yes, the big brother has bought all the tickets, and the plane in the afternoon." ”

"I wish you the first place in this year's rookies." Wang Zijun said.

Teresa Teng said: "Thank you, I will work hard." ”

Wang Zijun asked: "By the way, do you know an NV singer named Miyuki Nakajima?" ”

Teresa Teng shook her head and said, "I don't know, is she your friend?" ”

"It's not. However, I heard from a Japanese friend that Miyuki Nakajima is very talented and sings well. If you see her in the future, maybe you can be friends with her. Wang Zijun said casually. I thought to myself, Aunt Nakajima seems to have debuted in the past two years, Teresa Teng has never heard of it in Japan, and she is still unknown when she thinks about it.

Wang Zijun used to check the information of Hong Kong and Taiwan stars, and he was not very familiar with the Japanese entertainment industry, and Miyuki Nakajima was still working as an intern teacher in Hokkaido at this time.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when they returned to Taipei, and Wang Zijun and Teresa Teng found a casual restaurant to eat. Before leaving, Wang Zijun wrote another song to Teresa Teng, which was Miyuki Nakajima's "Chūn of the Northern Kingdom".

Aunt Miyuki, there are too many famous songs of yours, so I shouldn't mind copying one or two of you.

Seeing off Teresa Teng, Wang Zijun took a car to the "Grass Mountain Villa" in Yangmingshan, broadcast a phone call to Lin Fengjiao, and fell asleep on the chuáng. In the past few days, I have been running around the islands of Jinmén, and I really haven't slept well.

Lin Fengjiao received a call from Wang Zijun, and she immediately pretended to be sick after filming a set of shots, asked the director for a leave and ran over, and threw her assistants in the crew.

Entering the bedroom, Lin Fengjiao saw that Wang Zijun was sleeping soundly, and she couldn't bear to wake him up. She quietly opened the closet, took out a white suit from it, and spread it out on the chuáng.

This suit was made last time a fashion designer under the hugo_Boss came to Taiwan, and Lin Fengjiao asked him to order it for 3,000 US dollars. At this time, the 3,000 US dollars were converted into NT$100,000, which was reluctant to buy a good dress for Lin Fengjiao, but she could endure the pain and hemorrhage.

In the future, the world's top ten men's wear brands, such as Armani, Gucci, d*G, etc., some have not yet been founded, some have not yet started to make clothes, and Prada, which sells well in bags and men's clothing, is now about to go out of business and is waiting for someone to buy it. hugo_Boss started designing menswear only a few years ago, but it has grown so fast that hugo_Boss menswear is now the preferred choice of many executives.

Lin Fengjiao is not very familiar with these brands, she just wants to help Wang Zijun buy a good dress.

"Are you awake?" Lin Fengjiao saw Wang Zijun open her eyes, and said with some self-reproach, "Did I disturb you?" ”

Wang Zijun sat up and leaned on Chuáng's head, looked at her and smiled: "Fengjiao, you are beautiful again." ”

Lin Fengjiao pursed her lips and smiled, picked up the suit on the chuáng and said, "Hurry up and try to see if it fits, I estimated the size of your body and asked someone to do it." ”

Wang Zijun was about to take the suit and put it on, but Lin Fengjiao had already stood over and raised her arm to serve him to dress. After helping him buckle it, looking at the handsome Wang Zijun, Lin Fengjiao smiled like a blooming fresh huā, and said happily: "It just fits." ”

"Kùzi also wear it and take a look." Lin Fengjiao took the west kù in her hand and asked Wang Zijun to sit on the edge of the chuáng, while she herself squatted in front of the chuáng and lifted Wang Zijun's feet to help him wear the kùzi.