My language is the anchor

Not everyone can be an anchor, one of the conditions is seniority.

Hango has only background, only relationship.

Seniority, zero.

He glanced at the uncle, the uncle ran, he followed, the uncle walked, he followed slowly, the uncle stopped, he stopped immediately.

"I'm talking about you, can you learn anything from me?" Zhao Xicheng couldn't help but glared at him.

"I...learned..."

"louder please!"

"I have learned the process of broadcasting news..." The more I spoke, the softer I was, and I covered my ears for fear of being scolded.

Zhao Xicheng paused and exhaled.

In the past few days, he didn't give any special guidance, he just wanted to deal with the timid person in front of him, and wanted to force him to be behind the scenes, leaving him as a burden.

So, he punished him, let him go to work at eight o'clock, and followed the people in the studio to familiarize himself with the equipment and terminology until he finished broadcasting. In front of him, he worked at least twelve hours a day in Korean. He thought he would shrink back, but he didn't expect such a support. Still lasted two weeks.

"Write a press release?"

Han Wuyu nodded, shook his head again, saw the uncle glaring at him, and then said, "I wrote it at school."

Zhao Xicheng glared at him angrily, walked into the tea room, and poured a cup of coffee.

"I have a piece of news here, write about your own views and thinking." Leaning on the side table, he took a sip of coffee.

Han Wuyu took the information and swallowed nervously: "Will you write a press release?"

"if not!"

"I... can't write well..." It became the sound of ants again.

"I also know that you can't write well. I just want to see your point of view. If you have performance, I can correct and guide you." Only then can I drive you away.

Han Wuyu curled his mouth and nodded excitedly.

Holding the materials, he walked to the corner of the studio. Because there was no table, he moved his chair and sat on the ground, using the chair as a table, typing the press release.

Zhao Xicheng ignored him and checked today's news with his tablet.

"Master anchor, you just let your wife sit on the ground?" photographer Zhang Pinwei asked.

"What's wrong with sitting on the ground? Why, Zhang Ge took your scarf and let him use it as a cushion?" Xiaoping raised her eyebrows.

"For a beauty like him, I'd be willing to use it as a seat cushion for him. If it were you, I wouldn't have such a blessing." Zhang Pinwei grinned, but Xiaoping stared at her in return.

He also has a bad mouth, but he doesn't look like a bully like Xiaoping.

"It's okay. For a man of his age, I know what to do." Zhao Xicheng replied lukewarm.He had already realized that Han Wuyu in front of him was shy and didn't dare to ask where there were tables and chairs. Since it was because of his timidity, he made himself suffer.

So, who else can help him.

Personality is a problem that only you can solve.

Holding the materials, Han Wuyu trotted towards Zhao Xicheng, handed over the press release with trembling hands, and when Zhao Xicheng took the manuscript, he was too scared to let go.

"What do I think of you!"

"I, I, I... not good..." He was afraid that he could not write well.

"I didn't expect you to write it well!"

"I... haven't written... ever..." Han Wuyu was still unwilling to release the information.

He has never written a press release, and now he is showing the big devil his writing, and he always feels scared.

"You, let go!" Zhao Xicheng tugged vigorously, pulling through the documents.

Ignoring Han Wuyu's struggle, he flipped through the manuscript, read it for a while, sat back in his seat, and continued to read.

The manuscript he asked Hanwuyu to write was about domestic beef hygiene and quality control and domestic sales stagnation. Simple shooting plan.

The manuscript written by a rookie in my hand seems to be able to cut into the key points and resonate more.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​interviewing a beef noodle stall?"

Han Wuyu was taken aback for a moment, with a look of worry and fear, and it really messed up.

"Beef noodles are everywhere, the source of the meat is very important..." He pursed his lips.

"Any more?"

"The cost of domestic cattle is high, but the health and quality control is solid. There is a big market for domestic and export sales..." The more he said, the softer he was.

"go on."

"In contrast, if the quality control of imported cattle is also solid, and tariffs are added, the cost for merchants will be higher than that of domestic cattle. Then merchants will naturally choose domestic cattle, and domestic sales will not be a problem."

Zhao Xicheng nodded: "This point of view and filming plan are very close to the people. After I revise it, it should be added to tonight's news highlights."

Han Wuyu opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth: "Is this okay?" I couldn't believe it.

Zhao Xicheng hummed.

Although I really don't want to admit it, shooting and discussing from the perspective of Hanwu language can resonate with the audience even more.

"Barely, it's just a reference."

Han Wuyu nodded, smiling a little silly.

Zhao Xicheng gave him a blank look: "The viewpoint and thinking are fine, but the written description is not good at all. Don't get carried away."

Han Wuyu nodded: "I, I, I know, I will work hard." The more she spoke, the lower her voice became, and she returned to her original timid appearance.

Zhao Xicheng tapped him on the shoulder with the information in his hand: "The anchor's conditions, speak clearly."

Han Wuyu was surprised, looked at him, and smiled.

Uncle, he is indeed a good person, never giving up on himself!

He nodded vigorously, and then quickly shouted: "I will work hard for you!"

Zhao Xicheng froze.

He half covered his head, and stretched out his other hand to beckon.

"You! Come here!"

Han Wuyu was taken aback and took two steps back.

He always felt that it was not a good idea to go now.

"I dont go……"

Zhao Xicheng took two steps towards him, and there was clamor and cheers and whistles all around.

He stopped, not moving forward, but not manly backing, which made him embarrassed.

Han Wuyu looked around, the laughter and whistle blowing all around made him afraid, what a lady, what a dear, what a kiss, that's not the case, everyone misunderstood.

Glancing at the uncle, he made up his mind and mustered up his courage.

The conditions of the anchor should be clearly stated.

"It's not like this... Anchor Zhao..." He was stuttering but caught everyone's attention.

The people around came closer, and Zhang Pinwei and Xiaoping also put down their work and took a look.

"He is a good man!" Han Wu said clearly and forcefully.

Uncle, you are so kind, not only your first teacher, but now you are teaching yourself!

There was a sound of gasping all around, and they patted the petrified Zhao Xicheng one by one, and said a few comforting words, saying that the next grass would be better or something.

Zhang Pinwei said: "I have been issued a good card."

Xiaoping was also stunned: "Our anchor Zhao was rejected! Toutiao Toutiao!" She turned around gossiping and talking to others.

Han Wuyu took a breath, feeling that he had exhausted all his courage.

He felt his heart was at ease, and a gust of cool wind blew by, giving him an incisive pleasure.

Looking up, he found that Zhao Xicheng's face was ashen, wishing to gnaw his bones and pull out his skin. He moved his feet, silently hid behind the camera, and closed his eyes tightly.

Zhang Pinwei was taken aback for a moment, seeing Han Wuyu's nervous face, and his face flushed with fear.

"You hide next to me, he can't see." He deliberately lowered the volume.

There is no difference between hiding behind the camera pole and hiding beside him, but he just wants to tease the person in front of him.

Han Wuyu moved her feet as if she had found a savior.

"Uncle, very angry." He screwed up again.

Seeing that he really believed him, Zhang Pinwei hid obediently, chuckled, and nodded: "It seems to be." He turned the camera lens and adjusted the distance.

Han Wuyu sighed: "I don't want to trouble him..." He spoke softly, very softly.

He was frustrated and looked screwed up.

Zhang Pinwei raised his eyebrows, and hummed: "This kind of thing, it's okay! Everyone will forget about it in two days."

Han Wuyu looked at him in surprise.

Zhang Pinwei said again: "You don't believe it? Just look at anchor Zhao, he is ready to be on the anchor station."

Han Wuyu watched Zhao Xicheng put up the headset and looked at the manuscript. His face did not show the anger just now. Instead, he told the producer about his beef noodle idea, completely restoring his professional image.

Zhang Pinwei smiled: "This is not a school, but a society. Professionalism is our focus." Looking at the photography screen, he called Xiaoping to let him touch up Zhao Xicheng's makeup.

Han Wuyu said timidly, "I'm sorry..." He didn't understand anything.

Then he looked at the screen, and then at Zhang Pinwei carefully adjusting the camera.

Professional, the word hit him.

Here, it's not the school, it's the society, and what you look at is the profession.

Very realistic, but useful.

He hugged the materials and huddled his legs on the chair for fear of stepping on the wire and messing up the big things. He watched the broadcast on the screen and took notes.

Zhang Pinwei hummed: "You can use the table."

Han Wuyu was taken aback for a while, and nodded with a blushing face: "Thank you. And I'm sorry..."

I just used a chair as a table, and sure enough, it still caused trouble for others.

Zhang Pinwei didn't respond right away. Before the broadcast started, he turned to him and said, "If you want a table, you have to ask yourself. If you don't ask, no one can help you." He glanced at him again and said, "We all came this way. .”

It's not wrong to be timid and afraid of unfamiliar environments, what's wrong is to let the unfamiliar environment continue to be strange to yourself.

After listening to Han Wuyu, he pursed his lips and hummed.

The cowardice in his heart was clamoring. He told himself several times to be brave and work harder, but often when things happened, he compromised to himself when he still didn't understand the situation.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhang Pinwei said to him softly: "I just said that, so handsome?"

After Han Wuyu was slightly stunned, he nodded vigorously: "Very handsome."

Seeing that he was serious, Zhang Pinwei said, "I really hope that I can take a picture of my serious appearance."

Turning his head, he looked at the screen again, pressed the headset, raised his hand to the anchor, and counted three, two, one from the bottom.

The live broadcast started on the anchor station, with fluent reading voice and rhythmic tone, the cameraman directed the movement of the radio operator and lighting engineer.

Han Wuyu looked at the serious expressions of everyone around him, picked up his phone, and took a photo of Zhang Pinwei.

In the photo, Zhang Pinwei's eyes were focused, his slightly long black hair was tied at the back of his head along the bangs, and a few strands of bangs fell down, hooked casually by his ears, looking like a professional photographer.

Really professional.

And this kind of specialty made Han Wuyu stare at him for a long time.

After the broadcast, pull Zhang Pinwei.

"I...I don't have a camera, sorry for the poor filming."

Zhang Pinwei couldn't figure it out, he glanced at the phone, and was slightly stunned: "Ah...you really took pictures!"

Han Wuyu bowed his head quickly: "I'm sorry, I'll delete it right away." When it comes to getting along with people, he still couldn't grasp the essentials, and now he messed up again.

"No, you passed it on to me. It's just that people like us who have been behind the scenes for a long time will feel a little embarrassed when they suddenly appear on camera."

Han Wuyu was taken aback, he didn't understand, but seeing Zhang Pinwei blushing, he blushed too.

"Forget it, you will know after a while, pass it on to me!" Zhang Pinwei took out his mobile phone, and took his mobile phone, exchanging contact information.

Han Wuyu watched Zhang Pinwei's series of actions, friendly, kind, yet professional, and glanced at the anchor station on the screen.

profession.

He wants to become a professional anchor.

A professional anchor who shines on this screen.