Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Story Was Really Created by Him

At 9:00 minutes, Guo Caixia looked at Wang Fan, who was affectionately explaining the story of ghost blowing lanterns in the broadcast studio, showing a look.

And the other three radio hosts are not very good now. They didn't expect that Wang Fan was really live broadcast live this time, and he also broadcast live for ten minutes.

"I don't believe it, he must have hidden the manuscript and brought it in." Looking at Wang Fan, who was talking endlessly about the ghost blowing the lamp in the broadcast studio, Zhao Nuan stood up with a look of disbelief, rushed to the door of the closed broadcast studio, and opened the door of the broadcast studio.

At this time, Zhao Nuan rushed to Wang Fan's side, but found that Wang Fan had no manuscript in front of him except for the pile of necessary equipment for broadcasting. And at this moment, Wang Fan's mouth is talking about the weird and terrifying story.

When Zhao Nuan arrived, Wang Fan still told the story to Mai, but his hands were already stretched out and kept shaking.

Seeing Wang Fan's gesture of rushing people, Zhao Nuan withdrew from the broadcast studio with an ugly face, Zhao Nuan didn't expect that Wang Fan was really telling a story off script.

Zhao Nuan, who had an ugly face, closed the door of the broadcast studio, and secretly thought in his heart that Wang Fan is now telling stories off script, which means that the story may really be created by him, and he may be a writer as he himself said.

When Zhao Nuan was thinking like this, Ai Guo and He Cai hurriedly asked Zhao Nuan if there was a script in the broadcast studio.

Zhao Nuan shook his head with an ugly face, seeing Zhao Nuan shaking his head, the faces of Ai Guo and He Cai changed from being arrogant to listless.

Guo Caixia, who was outside the broadcasting room, had already realized at this moment that the purpose of Zhao Nuan and the other three people to watch Wang Fan's live broadcast and host the midnight radio station was not simple.

These guys wanted to find trouble with Wang Fan, but they failed to find trouble, so their faces were so ugly? Guo Caixia looked at the ugly faces of the three hosts, and felt happy to see it.

The two radio hosts, Ai Guo and He Cai, whose faces had become extremely ugly, now have a little idea of retreating. But after this idea popped up, it was Zhao Nuan's words that suppressed it.

"Wang Fan may be holding on now, he may have memorized a piece of the novel in advance, he is waiting for us to admit defeat and retreat so that he can take out the manuscript. So we can't retreat, we're going to continue to watch him live on midnight radio here until he takes out the script he didn't memorize. ”

When Ai Guo and He Cai heard Zhao Nuan's words, they bit their lips and nodded.

Fifty minutes passed.

In the past fifty minutes, Ai Guo, He Cai and Zhao Nuan were extremely tormented, and they were waiting for Wang Fan to come out of the broadcast studio with the script all the time.

After waiting for fifty minutes, the three hosts, who had been waiting impatiently, finally waited for Wang Fan to come out of the broadcast room. Seeing Wang Fan coming out of the broadcast room, the eyes of the three of them lit up.

However, they didn't see Wang Fan come out to get the manuscript, they only saw Wang Fan come out as soon as possible; Ran to the water dispenser to get a drink.

After Gollum drank a glass of water, Wang Fan ignored the three hosts, Wang Fan just said hello to Guo Caixia and said, "The phone is handed over to you." ”

“OK。” After getting Guo Caixia's response, Wang Fan returned to the broadcast studio and started the midnight radio call to ask questions.

When they started to ask questions on the radio, the three hosts who had been waiting for them were extremely disappointed, they thought that Wang Fan would get the script when he came out this time, but they didn't expect Wang Fan to come out this time, not to get the script, but to drink water.

Disappointment, an expression of incomparable disappointment appeared on the faces of the three people. Guo Caixia saw the disappointed faces of the three people, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Although Guo Caixia still didn't know why the three of them showed such disappointed expressions, Guo Caixia was still very happy and happy to hear it.

Wang Fan really has a hand, just coming out to simply drink a glass of water, which disappointed these three guys to this kind of journey. Looking at the three disappointed people, Guo Caixia thought in her heart.

……

Another hour passed, and Wang Fan finished talking about the two contents of the ghost blowing the lamp off the script.

The second time Wang Fan walked out of the broadcast studio was when the midnight radio broadcast ended.

At this moment, seeing that the lights in the broadcast studio were all turned off by Wang Fan, the faces of the three hosts were full of disappointment.

They really, really didn't want to admit that Wang Fan was a writer, but after these two hours, they admitted the fact that Wang Fan was a writer with a helpless heart.

The stories he's been telling are really what he created! The three radio hosts thought helplessly in their hearts.

The three radio hosts clearly know that in this world, there is no zài rote memorization, and the radio hosts who can recite the content for two hours are zài.

There is no memorization, but there is a temporary creation, which the three radio hosts also deeply understand, and after two hours, they admit that the novel story that Wang Fan said off the script was created by Wang Fan himself.

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When Wang Fan and Guo Caixia were downstairs, Guo Caixia asked Wang Fan suspiciously, "Who are the three of them?" Why did they come to trouble you? ”

"The three of them have the same identity as me, they are all radio hosts. As for why they are bothering me, I can only say that it is a workplace battle. Wang Fan shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Workplace struggles." Hearing Wang Fan's words, Guo Caixia said with some surprise: "A midnight radio host who has no listening rate will also be involved in workplace struggles?" ”

"That was before, and now the midnight radio station that I host, has a lot of listeners. Now among the radio stations, our midnight radio is no longer the first to last, but now the second most popular station. Wang Fan said to Guo Caixia.

"Ah, our midnight radio, the late-night radio station, has become the second most popular radio station?" Guo Caixia's voice was full of surprise.

"It's true that we're the second-most listened to big fire radio right now." Wang Fan nodded and said, "I won't lie to you about this, otherwise I wouldn't be involved in this workplace struggle." ”

"If I become the No. 2 fire radio telephone operator, will my salary go up?" Guo Caixia asked Wang Fan eagerly.

"I don't know about that." Wang Fan shook his head and said.

"How can you not know such a thing? It's a big deal about money!! After Guo Caixia said this depressedly, she asked Wang Fan one more thing: "You don't know if my salary has gone up, so what about yours?" ”

"My, I don't know."

"......" Guo Caixia looked at Wang Fan speechlessly.