Xu Qiang put the manuscript on the table, ready to take a sip of tea and then go on the show.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew, and the manuscript he had prepared on the table was blown out of the window by the wind, and flew out of the broadcast studio on the sixteenth floor like a goddess scattering flowers.

"My manuscript!" Xu Qiang's face changed, and the tea in his hand was poured in a hurry.

The water was freshly boiled, but it was all splashed between the legs.

"Whew!" Xu Qiang wailed and jumped up from his chair.

Several directors ran over one after another: "Teacher Xu, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Qiang felt that his underside was almost burned.

But now he couldn't care about what was going on, and the manuscript he had just typed from the computer.

Tonight is the launch of a new novel of horror novels.

The novel is the work of a supernatural god, and most importantly has not yet been released online.

Xu Qiang took a lot of effort to dig up this work, just to make it a hit through this work and bring his listening rate to a new level.

In order to pursue the effect, he did not choose to record and broadcast, but broadcast live, but he didn't expect the script to blow away.

Looking at the time, there are still ten minutes left before the broadcast.

Xu Qiang couldn't take care of it anymore and ran towards the office.

Although the manuscript flew, there was still a backup in the office computer.

Xu Qiang couldn't take care of it, and ran desperately to the office.

Coming to the office, he turned on his computer.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the folder of the novel.

He just wanted to click to print, when suddenly there was a snap, and the computer turned out to be a blue screen.

"No, no......!" Xu Qiang almost didn't collapse.

There are still ten minutes to go to the show, but his script is gone.

"What's wrong with Brother Xu?" several colleagues also gathered around.

Xu Qiang's face turned pale: "The show is about to start, but the script was blown away by the wind, and the computer was blue-screened." ”

Listening to Xu Qiang's words, everyone's faces became a little nervous.

After all, in the past few days, it has been advertised on the radio that a new horror novel will be broadcast today, and if it is not broadcast as scheduled, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction among listeners.

"No, look for the mailbox and see if it's there. A colleague reminded.

Xu Qiang's face was ugly: "The other party brought the USB flash drive directly, and then I copied it directly on the computer, and he took the USB flash drive." ”

"Then you call that author. A person next to him reminded again.

Xu Qiang's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, call the author." ”

He hurriedly dialed the author's phone, but the other end of the phone came: "The phone you dialed is turned off." ”

Hearing this voice, Xu Qiang was completely dumbfounded.

This novel is the copyright that the radio station spent 100,000 yuan to buy, and he has been promoting it for the past few days, and once there is an accident, this is a responsibility that he can't bear at all.

Xu Qiang came to the broadcast studio in despair.

"Xu Qiang, why haven't you entered the broadcast studio to prepare, there are still five minutes of the program to be broadcast. At this time, Luo Hui, the director of the station, and Meng Hua, the director of the art station, walked in.

"Luo, Director Luo, Director Meng, why are you here?" Xu Qiang said with an ugly face.

"Isn't I on duty today? And your new novel is going to be launched, I specifically want to hear it, and I like the supernatural novel written by that author. Luo Hui said with a smile.

Meng Hua also smiled and said, "Xu Qiang, you have to behave well." ”

Xu Qiang's face was ugly and said: "Director Luo, Director Meng, my manuscript, the manuscript is gone." ”

"What?" Luo Hui and Meng Hua's faces sank when they heard this.

"What's going on?" Meng Hua said coldly.

Xu Qiang's face turned pale: "I took the script to the broadcast studio, but the script was blown away by the wind, and then I wanted to make a new copy on the computer, but the computer had a blue screen again." ”

"Xu Qiang, what kind of plane are you doing, there are less than three minutes before the program is about to be broadcast, what should I do? You should have read the draft, be familiar with it, just recite it to me according to the draft!" Meng Hua was almost crazy.

This time, the director of the station personally came to listen to the program of their literary station, and there was such an accident.

Not only Xu Qiang can't bear this responsibility, but Meng Hua can't bear it.

Xu Qiang grinned: "Director Luo, if you don't look at the manuscript, I can't." ”

After all, a program will be broadcast for an hour, which is equivalent to tens of thousands of words, and it is impossible to dictate it.

"You, you, this is a show accident, you ......" Meng Hua said angrily.

There are still two minutes left before the show airs.

"What if we replay the previous shows?" said Xu Qiang.

"Fart, replay, do you think the radio is fart? We did more than a month of advertising, and we got the listeners to listen to the replay. Luo Hui said angrily.

At this time, the director has already begun to make gestures and prepare for a one-minute countdown.

"Meng Hua, Xu Qiang, if this broadcast accident can't be satisfactorily resolved, you all don't do it. Luo Hui said angrily.

"Xu Qiang, you give me a top, you have to hold me through today's show. Meng Hua said angrily.

After all, the radio program is broadcast to the entire Jiangnan region, and there is even an Internet APP covering the entire Huaxia, if this kind of accident occurs, not only Xu Qiang, but even he, the station director, will be affected.

Xu Qiang was almost about to cry, he had a bitter face, looking at the familiar anchor position, and now it was as terrifying as an electric chair for execution.

If it's ten minutes, it's okay, but it's an hour-long show, what do I say when I sit down?

At this point, the countdown has already started on the screen.

"Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven......"

Xu Qiang looked at the broadcast studio but couldn't take a step.

He knew that even if he sat on it, today's show would definitely be smashed.

"It's over!" Luo Hui's face turned pale.

The Huhai Radio Station has maintained two years and three hundred and sixty-four days without broadcasting accidents, and it is about to reach three years, and even the leaders above have decided to present the award to the Huhai Radio Station tomorrow, but no one expected that there would be an accident on the last day.

At this moment, a figure quickly rushed into the broadcast studio and sat in the anchor's position.

"Hello audience, I am the host Xia Xing, welcome everyone to listen to the midnight supernatural theater program, today because Lao Xu has something, I will host this program for you. ”

"Damn, how did Xia Xing get in. The faces of everyone on the side changed.

"Nonsense, why did he run in if he didn't host a supernatural show?" Meng Hua's face was also ugly.

"Who is this person?" asked Luo Hui.

Meng Hua said on the side: "His name is Xia Xing, he is the newly recruited host of our art station, and he is still in the probation period. ”

"Xia Xing?" Luo Hui muttered to himself.

On the side, Xu Qiang showed a sinister smile.

At this time, Xia Xing went up, purely to give himself thunder, if there was a broadcasting accident, then although he would still be responsible for this matter, Xia Xing would not have good fruit to eat.