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Lin Jingkang found that since he was hospitalized for a few days, he was particularly prone to anger, unable to control his emotions, and was very prone to anger just like the previous times.

"This manuscript was originally written for you, and if I don't give it to you, will I write it for my own amusement?"

This sentence is like pouring honey, sweet in the heart of the cute girl paper, and she replied shyly, "Do you like me?" ”

"Well, I haven't seen you in person, where can I talk about liking?"

Touching his mobile phone, Lin Jingkang was embarrassed, and accidentally hooked up with a sister paper, what a crime!

"Then why are you so nice to me?"

What to say? Continue to fool her? Or do you admit that you are bored and ask you to relieve your loneliness?

It's really tangled, I can't bear to hurt such a pure and kind little girl, but I'm even more afraid of deceiving the other party, and I feel more guilty in my heart, and I'm in a dilemma.

After thinking about it, Lin Jingkang said directly: "I just think you are more straightforward, speak directly, and are not pretentious." Besides, I'm not sick, I'm bored, you just added me as a friend, you helped me get through a few days of boredom, I have to thank you, right? ”

The cute girl paper was a little disappointed, and immediately cared about his physical condition again, and then began to study the document with great interest, constantly taking notes, typos, broken sentences, etc., thinking about how to read it to achieve the maximum effect.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, the energetic cute girl paper went back to work and walked into the office, Lao Tian had already sorted out the manuscript on his desk, and smiled when he saw the former:

"Xiaoxin, congratulations, congratulations! I heard that you are in charge of tonight's late-night show, come on! ”

Lao Tian is a good colleague, he has worked in this radio station for seven or eight years, he is well versed in office politics, and everyone laughs, but he is definitely the one who is the best at sycophants when it comes to leaders.

"Thank you, Brother Tian, I'll do my best." Zheng Zixin smiled sweetly and made a fist clenching motion.

It's just that as soon as her words fell, a nasty voice sounded next to her, "What's the use of coming on?" It's not the same bottom, and it's a waste of effort. ”

When Zheng Zixin heard this, her lovely eyebrows wrinkled tightly, her little face pulled, she lazily reasoned with the man, and walked towards her desk with her small high heels.

Looking at her departing back, Song Hong gritted his teeth angrily, secretly scolded the fox spirit, and thought to himself, if it wasn't for the other party hooking up with Director Huang of the column group, the late-night show would definitely be him.

Last month ago, he already knew that the late-night gear was about to be replaced, but who was on top, the leadership has been arguing endlessly, and there is no conclusion, so it was delayed until the nearest time.

For nearly a month, he served tea and water, shh

has already been recognized by another deputy director Liu, and the successor of the late-night file is definitely him, who knows, halfway to kill Cheng Cheng to bite the gold, Director Huang stopped the matter, and tried his best to give the show to a college graduate who is not deeply involved in the world.

Everyone was stunned, this little assistant had only been in the station for more than half a year, and he actually climbed to the sky in one step and became the host of a column? Didn't you say she didn't have a relationship? Why does even Director Huang take such good care of her?

Most of the people at the bottom do not know the inside story, and only the top level understands that this is the leader of the provincial department who has spoken, in accordance with the spirit of the central government, keeping up with the pace of the times, reform and innovation.

It's so good that they don't die, but the provincial leaders actually used their radio station, saying that it is a radio station, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, why doesn't it have a little vitality?

looks lifeless, several programs are hosted by people in their fifties and sixties, does anyone listen? Take a look at this report, and that's your results?

The director of the station was scolded for being bloody, and after returning to the radio station, he immediately convened the heads of various departments and held a high-level meeting. So, an attempt before the reform began with a late-night show.

The ignorant Zheng Zixin was ordered to become the first little sheep to experiment, if it succeeded, it would be okay, and the reward would not be less; If you fail, hehe, never want to have a bright future in Taiwan.

A radio station, full of calculations, including leaders, is only nearly 100 people, but here is like a small country, and it will always crush people to death at the level of officials and universities.

Deputy Director Liu was very embarrassed, he received Song Hongzhen's gift, but the matter was not done, and he didn't know what Director Huang was crazy about, so he insisted on a dictatorship, how could there be no complaints in his heart?

Director Huang can't do it, but Zheng Zixin, a newcomer who has just graduated for less than half a year, can't he handle it?

No, Zheng Zixin, who just arrived at the recording studio today, was immediately told that the big brothers and sisters of each column had to use the recording studio, and they would not be able to vacate until after nine o'clock in the evening, and when she heard the news, she immediately became anxious.

However, from morning to evening, even during meal time, there were people using the recording studio, and she couldn't interject at all, mainly because she was too young and no one was willing to accommodate her and offend Deputy Director Liu.

"What's the trouble finding me!" Director Huang's words are still in his ears, but the stubborn Zheng Zixin still doesn't want to trouble the leaders because of this trivial matter, so that the leaders will look down on him.

After nine o'clock, most of the people on the radio station got off work, and Zheng Zixin, who had been sitting all day, walked to the recording studio and was dumbfounded when she saw the empty room.

What about the on-site director? What about tuners? What about Wang Xiaoli, who is in charge of managing the recording studio? Locked the door?

She hurriedly took out her mobile phone, called Wang Xiaoli, and was told that the doorman downstairs also had the key, and then there was no more.

"If there is no one, I will come by myself, I don't believe it, without Butcher Zhang, I can only eat hairy pigs?" Zheng Zixin cheered herself up, then ran downstairs, asked the doorman to get the key, and opened the recording studio.

After half a year of hard work and all kinds of learning, now is the time to test the results.

Lock the studio to prevent people from disturbing you during recording. Organize the manuscript and put it on the table so that you can read it yourself. Check whether the recording equipment is in good condition and so on, and after these are ready, the time has come to half past ten in the evening.

Her late-night program is broadcast at half past eleven in the evening, and she only needs to record for half an hour, so she still has time to do it.

Sitting in a chair, with a headset on, facing the recording microphone, one hand on the tuning console, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Zheng Zixin pinched one of the buttons of the console a little nervously, moved it slightly, and said:

"Hello everyone, welcome to listen to "Late Night Ghost Story", I am your friend Xiaoxin, and I will bring you a refreshing story tonight, I hope you will like it."

"Tomb robbing is not sightseeing, not poetry against ......"

………

In a private house in Rongcheng, a man in his thirties sat at a computer desk and chatted with his friends.

In the hall, the man's wife turned off the TV in boredom, swearing and saying that there are no good TV series recently, which is really annoying.

Seeing that her man was still sitting motionless in front of the computer, she was angry, and every time she said that he was still like this, she simply ignored it.

There is also a radio at home, five or six years, I didn't want to throw it away, the first two months were repaired, and recently she listened to it before going to bed.

Lying on her bed, covered with a quilt, the cold was blocked, she turned on the radio, and turned on a few sets in a row, but she was still not satisfied, there was nothing good to hear.

Suddenly, a soft and beautiful voice came out, "He tied a white paper woman to Hu Guohua as requested, and painted the paper figure with watercolors eyebrows, eyes, nose, clothes and hair, and looked at it from a distance, hey, it's really like a living person." ”

The plain language has an inexplicable power that attracts her, and the more she listens, the more energetic she becomes, and before she knows it, it's almost early in the morning.

"What? What's next? ”

Zheng Zixin read a total of two chapters, and the speed of speech was relatively slow, no more, no less, just twenty minutes to finish.

It's just that what she doesn't know is that the dozen or so people who listened to this column tonight couldn't sleep for a long time, and they all desperately wanted to know what happened to the protagonist after entering Inner Mongolia?

Early the next morning, Deputy Director Liu came to Zheng Zixin's desk with the report and said angrily:

"Look at you, more than a dozen people listened on the first day, did you blush yourself? You ruined this late-night column, I really don't know why Director Huang recommended you, wasting an opportunity in vain. ”

Zheng Zixin's sweet face was tense, her silver teeth were clenched, tears were rolling in her big eyes, and the colleagues next to her were very unbearable to see it, but they didn't dare to come forward to comfort her, for fear of angering Deputy Director Liu.

Song Hongzhen, who watched this scene from afar, was secretly refreshed, it seems that it won't be long before he will host a late-night show.

Because of Director Huang's words, Deputy Director Liu still didn't dare to be too presumptuous, criticized Zheng Zixin a few words, and then left with his hands behind his back.

New Year's Day and New Year's Day are approaching, and it stands to reason that the radio station has a lower listening rate, but strangely, the listening rate of late-night ghost stories has skyrocketed.

From the original bottom position, he suddenly came to the seventh place in the station, and pulled down the original morning news program.

After New Year's Day, everyone was stunned when the colleagues at work heard the documents from the little brother in the technical department.

Late-night ghost stories are on fire!

Song Hongzhen's face turned pale, he didn't expect things to take such a dramatic turn at all, it was incredible.

And Deputy Director Liu had a hellish expression, especially on the fifth day after New Year's Day, that is, a week's appointment, and saw that the listening rate of the late-night program was actually the same as that of the prime-time program, and he was speechless.

Director Huang has also been paying attention to this matter, and seeing such good results, he waved his hand and asked Zheng Zixin to work hard and apply for her to be incorporated into the organization within half a year.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded! (To be continued.) )