Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 45 Cultural man

With the help of other anchors, loads of letters were pulled over, and then they carried them upstairs bag by bag.

The last group of people were as tired as the third grandson. Fortunately, Ling Yun was generous enough and didn't invite supper. Instead, each of them gave 200 yuan in cash, which can be regarded as labor expenses.

But looking at the whole pile of letters on the first corridor, he and the fat man started to mess up again.

Until 9 o'clock in the evening, the two of them vomited after reading the letter. In the end, there was nothing they could do. Ling Yun finally made a forced decision.

"Fatty, the bet expires tomorrow. After you collect the money, go to the Municipal Writers' Association first, then go to a few schools, find more Chinese teachers, and ask them to come over to help open letters and select them whenever they are free."

"it is good!"

……

The next morning, after all the anchors arrived at the radio station, the first thing they did was turn on the radio station's data query system, and then click on yesterday's data from "Healthy Children".

"Healthy Children"!
Yesterday's listening rate was 4.1322%!

This data makes all the anchors feel like a concubine!

At some point, an anchor cried out in mourning.

"It's over, we lost..."

……

Fatty and Ling Yun hadn't woken up from the night shift, and a group of people were like leeks waiting to be harvested. At this time, no one called people stupid anymore, but some people felt... as if they were stupid.

At 11:[-] noon, Fatty finally came...

He borrowed a POS machine from somewhere, and walked into the office with a 'bad uncle' expression.

"Who will come first?"

no one said anything...

"95% discount for paying first!"

"I come!"

Ah Fei was the first to take out his bank card.

beep!
After swiping the card, he returned to his seat excitedly, happy to save 500 yuan.

Others patted their thighs and cried out regretfully.

Although it is a verbal promise, everyone knows that this thing can't be avoided, and it can't be denied. They are Zhou Cheng's confidantes. Even if they don't pay, Zhou Cheng may directly transfer his salary to them both.

Thinking about it a bit more dirty, who knows if Zhou Cheng ordered this matter?

Or did Zhou Cheng also take a stake?
Although I didn't want to hand it in, all the anchors were swiped in the end...

Including Hu Tianlai in his office...

With 25 in hand, Fatty and Ling Yun shared 12 each, and the remaining [-] was used as basic funds for Fatty. After eating, he went to the Immortal Raising City Writers Association.

To say that this Writers Association is quite interesting, when Fatty went, a large group of people were having an exchange meeting, drinking tea, chatting, and hugging each other.

such as……

"Old Gao, the essay you wrote a few days ago was really second..."

"No, no, Lao Zhao, the poem you wrote is just a second away, especially the first line: the sea, it's all water...succinct, straightforward, yet rich in philosophy, and has a very thorough understanding of the true meaning of life. .”

……

When the fat man went in, he asked a few people, and seeing no one answered him, he simply let go.

Snapped!
He patted the table hard, and the scene immediately fell silent.

"I have a job here, 100 yuan a day, if you go, raise your hand!"

Everyone showed disdain, and some even had disdain in their eyes.

"200 yuan a day!!!"

The fat man added more money.

"Hey, what are you doing? Do you really think our Writers Association is a labor market? Who do you look down on?"

"That's right! We are cultural people and writers! Who are you insulting?"

……

"500 yuan a day! No one goes!"

After finishing speaking, the fat man rolled his eyes and walked away.

A group of people from the Writers' Association blushed with anger and cursed one after another.

"What is it! You smell like money! Do you really think that if you are rich, you are a master?"

"That's right, we will never bow down for five buckets of rice!"

"Everyone, don't go, whoever goes is the grandson!"

……

An hour later, Xianyang City Radio Station...

"Oh, Lao Gao? Didn't you say who will lose the grandson?"

"My seniority is low..."

……

"Old Zhao, didn't you say you wouldn't bow down for five buckets of rice?"

"I can't help it, I don't even have a bucket of rice at home..."

……

The difference between reality and dream is that one can make you full, and the other can make others full and watch your jokes...

Don't bow down for five buckets of rice, but kneel for six buckets of rice.

In the face of self-esteem and nobleness, there are not many warriors who dare to face the bleak life.

In the Xianyang Writers Association, there are indeed some people who rely on royalties to buy cars and houses, but most of them just rely on the royalties of tofu blocks published in magazines throughout the year to make ends meet.

(Survival monologue: The plot needs it, so don’t put it on the line. This article is all empty. If there is any similarity, I sympathize.)
and so……

As soon as the fat man left, this group of people rushed over in unison.

Besides, they are approving manuscripts, and they are considered professional counterparts, and it is not an insult to cultural people.

It didn't take long for Fatty to recruit Chinese teachers from some nearby elementary schools, junior high schools and high schools.

These people are all professional, and the speed of reviewing is very fast. By almost 8 o'clock in the evening, all the letters have been opened.

Ling Yun clapped his hands.

"Thank you, everyone. Our show is about to start, so I won't invite everyone to dinner for a while. I can give you an extra 100 yuan, is that okay?"

Gao Gao from the Writers Association nodded with a smile.

"Don't be so polite. This essay competition is a good thing. You give essays to the dolls for free on the show, and you subsidize 45 yuan to participate in the competition. To be honest, our Writers Association should really learn from you. We used to think highly of ourselves, and when we met It's better to stand on the ground and do a few practical things for the country and literature in a down-to-earth manner."

Another elementary school Chinese teacher also echoed.

"Yeah, since listening to your program, the composition level of many children in the class has improved. You have indeed done a great thing for the children..."

……

Ling Yun smiled and waved his hands.

"Everyone, please be polite. That's fine. It's getting late, so I won't keep everyone. I'll be here at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. If you have time, please help out. Our essay competition will last for a week, thank you everyone."

……

(End of this chapter)