On the same day, Wang Ling set up a corner in his room and set up a super radio station on the table, and the radio station was next to the fourteen novels of Master Jin Yong, which he exchanged for 10,000 popularity. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Which novel to start with, Lu Ding Ji? No, although it is good-looking, it is a low-martial era, and martial arts are not attractive.

Chivalrous? Flying fox in the snowy mountains? Connecting the city? None of them are good.

The Condor Trilogy, right? This can be had, so start with the Legend of the Condor Heroes, the little man counterattacks to become a big master, and finally marries Bai Fumei. Great, this kind of plot will definitely be popular.

With the experience of storytelling in the park, adapting the novel into an audio story could not be easier for Wang Ling, and he flipped through the book and had the bottom in his heart.

Then turn on the radio station, set the range, Jeonbec Ha province including the capital city, frequency GM98.7 (purely made up by the author), inserted into the province's various bands.

He cooked a bun of instant noodles, hastily filled his stomach, and sent a message to Wang Baogen, asking them not to disturb when their father and son came back, and then sent a message to Yiyi to ask her to turn on the radio at six o'clock and listen to her program.

Everything was ready, and the time was six o'clock, and the story of the Legend of the Condor Heroes came slowly from Wang Ling's mouth and spread to countless radios in the province through the super radio.

Xiao Chen, who drove home from work, likes to listen to the radio while driving, and he usually doesn't have a special favorite channel, so he listens to whichever station is good.

"What kind of broken show is this, I'm talking about the car again, change!"

"This one is even worse, it's about stocks again, and I don't speculate on tickets, change it!"

"There is a song on this station, and it's this song again, my ears are calloused, and there are no new songs to broadcast recently?"

"Hey, what kind of station is this, GM98.7, I haven't seen it, what are you talking about? It's like telling a story, it's kind of interesting, listen to it. ”

"In the middle of the Southern Song Dynasty, the situation was chaotic, the Guo and Yang families were wiped out, and their descendants were scattered. Guo Jing, a descendant of the Guo family, is an upright and resolute person, who has been taught martial arts by the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan since he was a child, and has successively learned the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending" of Hong Qigong and the "Nine Yin True Scripture" of Zhou Botong. met the beautiful and lively Huang Rong, and the two started a love of life and death. "A male voice came from the car radio, rich and magnetic.

"Oh, the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan? Eighteen palms of the dragon? Nine Yin True Scripture? Sounds awesome! Xiao Chen was excited.

Now that the radio has been replaced by television, the old-fashioned radio has long left people's lives, and the car radio has become the main carrier of competition between major radio stations, and the rush hour is their main battlefield. However, these radio stations do not know how to innovate, and they only broadcast programs such as vehicles, stocks, current affairs news, and celebrity gossip.

The audience has long been tired of listening to it, there are many people like Xiao Chen who change the channel frequently, and as soon as they change the channel, they heard the legend of the Condor Heroes that Wang Lingzhu said. The novel program method, profound narration skills, and never-before-heard martial arts plots all made the audience unable to extricate themselves.

"Qiu's kung fu is so powerful, and the Yang family's marksmanship is also good."

"The golden dogs are so hateful, kill them, good job, that's it." This is an angry young man.

"What kind of martial arts is this? , it's the first time I've heard of such a cow's martial arts."

"Did my country have such a good martial arts in ancient times? Hung Fist, Wing Chun or something, is there a weak explosion? ”

"When will the Nine Yin True Scripture appear, I'm looking forward to it."

"The Seven Monsters of Jiangnan are so cool!"

All kinds of exclamations and praises came from private cars in the province.

There are a total of forty stories about the Legend of the Condor Heroes, Wang Ling plans to say it five times a day, start the live broadcast at six o'clock in the evening, and start replaying it at seven o'clock the next morning, a total of eight days to finish, the workload is not small, but he is very happy. He didn't know how effective the radio was, but he was confident in Jin Daxia's story.

There are actually not many books in the five times, and Wang Ling's speed of speech is very fast, and he finished it in less than two hours, "That's all for today's story, I hope you like it, I will share with you the wonderful story of the Legend of the Condor Heroes here at six o'clock every night in the future, and listeners and friends who have not had time to listen can receive my replay at seven o'clock the next morning, I wish you all a happy night, goodbye." ”

"Why is it over, I haven't heard it yet!"

"I'll have to wait a day, it's a sad day!"

"I stayed in the car for two hours, and I made excuses for not going home for dinner, but this story is so exciting!" Situations like his happen all over the province, Bibi Jie.

At eight o'clock, Wang Ling finished work and immediately received a call from Zou Yiyi.

"It's so good! How did you come up with this story, and how did your head grow exactly? ”

"What's this, this story has just begun, the heroine hasn't appeared yet, the plot behind it is called exciting, and this is a trilogy, and the back is more exciting than the other, you just wait."

"Really, one is more exciting than the other? I don't want to listen to stories on the radio like ordinary listeners, I want you to tell me, okay? "Yiyi began to use her coquettish method.

Wang Ling also ate this set, and when she was snorted, she immediately agreed, "Then you will come to my house every night in the future, sit beside me and listen to me." ”

Subsequently, under Yiyi's fierce pursuit, Wang Ling signed a series of treaties that humiliated the country, and finally sent this aunt away.

A pack of instant noodles really didn't feel hungry, but it was only more than two hours, Wang Ling was so hungry that his stomach growled again, he went out of the room, went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and was stopped by Xiaoqiang and his son.

"Uncle, I just heard you babble in the room for a long time, what are you doing?"

"It's broadcasting, the private radio station I just applied for today."

"Uncle, you've upgraded, and the radio stations are all on board." Baogen gave a thumbs up and compared with Wang Ling, and Xiaoqiang did the same.

"What's on the air? Journey to the West? ”

"No, it's a new story, called The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

"What!! Have a new story? You didn't tell me to listen? Wang Baogen, as the hardcore No. 1 fan listener of Wang Ling's novel, knew that there was a new story, but he didn't hear it for the first time, so he was very dissatisfied and jumped up from the broken sofa.

"Don't, I have a recording, I'll listen to it for you later." Seeing that the eldest nephew was angry, as if he was about to pounce on himself, Wang Ling immediately comforted.

"I'm going to hear it too." Xiaoqiang followed suit.

"Okay, you can listen too."

"The stories I broadcast at night will be recorded, set a time on the device, and it will be automatically replayed at 7 o'clock in the morning every day, you can help me promote it, introduce it to your workers on the construction site, and let everyone listen to it."

Wang Baogen promised to come down and said that he would definitely complete the task.

"I'll let the kindergarten kids and teachers listen too." Xiaoqiang said that he could also help.

"That's good!" Wang Ling touched Xiaoqiang's head.

The two tidied up the living room again and moved the radio to the living room, "It starts at six o'clock every day, and if you can't come back, you can use the radio software on your mobile phone to listen to it." By the way, there will be guests at home to listen to it in the future. ”

"Who?"

"Hey, guess?" Wang Ling was embarrassed to say it, so he played a dumb riddle.

"You don't know anyone else in the capital!"

"You'll find out tomorrow."

"I know, it's a beating." The little strongman is a big ghost, and he guessed it right at once.

“……”

"You go get me something to eat first."

The next morning, a radio station office in Beijing.

Director Wang of the radio traffic channel walked in, with a serious face, holding the ratings documents of yesterday's traffic channel programs in his hand.

Everyone in the office was chatting and laughing, and when they saw the director come in, they all greeted him with a smile.

"Director Wang, it's early."

"Director Wang's face is not very good, did he pay too much public grain last night?"

Caused a burst of laughter.

"Director, is the program listening rate out? We had a good show yesterday, so we should have a breakthrough, right? ”

"Laughing at what? Can you still laugh? ”

"What's wrong?" Only then did everyone realize that something was wrong.

"Now let's announce yesterday's listening rate."

"Early Train to Work" listened to 2.78%

"News Broadcast" listener rate 2.34%

"Star to My Home" has a listening rate of 1.89%

"The Stars Know My Car" has a listening rate of 1.56%

"Emotional Hotline" listened to 0.93%

……

"Finally, there is "Afterwork Male God" at six o'clock and "The Sound of Music" at seven o'clock, which is indeed a breakthrough."

"It's good to have a breakthrough, the director is so serious, I thought something was wrong."

"It looks like the director's menopause has arrived."

"It is indeed a breakthrough, but it is a downward breakthrough, "The Sound of Music", which has a listening rate of 2.67% for "The Male God of Off-duty", is 1.42%."

"Wouldn't it? Our programs have always had more than 3% listening rate during the rush hour, how can this be? ”

"You ask me? I don't know? These two programs have made history, creating a new low since the start of the broadcast, and it is much lower. ”

"Tell me, what did you do?"

"Yesterday's broadcast was not bad, and there were no broadcast accidents."

"Director, is there a mistake?"

"You guys one by one, you don't usually do anything, and now this achievement, let other channels watch our jokes, where do I put my face? Or am I mistaken? I wouldn't make a mistake when your mom wrapped you up in the hospital!! The director began to go berserk and scolded the group of hosts who usually felt good about themselves.

"Xiao Jiang, you go to check, go to other channels to check, and see which channel has abnormal listening rates at the same time."

Xiao Jiang has a wide range of contacts, and after receiving the order, he called everywhere to find a relationship to inquire.

"What? The listening rate of your six or seven o'clock programs has also dropped, oh oh, thank you. ”

"No, your show is usually the best listener, why was it so bad yesterday."

Xiao Jiang made seven or eight phone calls in a row, asking all seven or eight channels in the capital. The news I got was from six to eight o'clock during the off-duty rush hour, and the listening rate hit a new low.

"Director, their listening rates are not normal, they are all at a new low."

Director Wang and other colleagues on the side looked at each other, what a hell, how could this happen, don't people listen to the radio after work now? It can't just be a day when the audience suddenly doesn't listen, right?