How to turn the tide at a critical moment

There are tens of thousands of urgent things happening every minute and every second in this world, especially in an industry with a high frequency of accidents.

At this time, practitioners need to have extremely high psychological quality, adaptable high-speed brains, and the ability to open eyes and tell nonsense calmly.

Wen Wen is very glad that he is just the host of a warm program that only needs to read a few essays, play music, and experience life from time to time on a radio station that is short of funds.

To complete this program beyond the standard, you only need to have a non-mainstream flying XX space and a hypnotic voice that pretends to be gentle.

Compared with my colleagues who are struggling to figure out how to deal with the audience who are happy to be active at night, my biggest enemy is the broken equipment for impromptu work depending on the mood.

Therefore, the revision of the program is definitely not a good thing for Wen Wen, who is not prepared for danger in times of peace.

The leader has already issued an order: because the chicken soup for the soul programs at night can't compete with the powerful originator of literature and art, XX space, so that the audience thinks that turning on the radio is too expensive, and it is better to feel sad alone in XX space, Monday to Thursday at [-] o'clock in the evening The "Star Language" program will be completely revised.

At two o'clock in the morning, Wen Wen received a call from Deng Zhu in his dream: "As a young man of literature and art, I thought that I would lose my job of revising the program outline for you because of the whim of the boss. survived on the job."

He sighed again: "So there is still room for me in this world!"

Wen Wen, who didn't wake up, had a zero IQ. He grabbed the phone and thought for a long time before replying "Huh?"

Deng Zhu said: "Are you surprised that there is still a place for me in this world? Yes, I am also surprised, but I am even more surprised that there is no emotion in the radio waves from you."

Wen Wen woke up and looked at the time. He remembered that when he got off work at eleven o'clock just now, he saw Deng Zhu, the program director assistant, looking pitifully at everyone in the radio station with the dismal expression of an unemployed person.

Why is it resurrected with full blood at this time?Could it be that after twelve o'clock, the game will update and the stamina will not be replenished automatically?

Wen Wen grabbed the phone: "There is still room for you in the world, which means that human beings still have a lot of room for improvement. In fact, I am so sad that human beings are still living in dire straits, but I did not show it because of our mutual friendship."

Deng Zhu said: "I've let you down. It's not in vain for me to guard the bosses who had a meeting overnight. Director Lin told me that a new version of the program has been discussed, and the leaders feel that the text part should be shrunk, and the weight of music and communication should be expanded. I can continue. Write an outline for you, and you can continue to play your sentimental healing man. The biggest change is to change your lonely image of talking to yourself-each issue will have a guest."

The text part has shrunk. Doesn't Deng Zhu's work not only not be lost, but also become easier?Wouldn't it be more difficult for him to survive if there was one more guest?

Wen Wen said depressedly: "Hey, what do you mean? Why do you want me to pay for your ease?"

Hearing Wen Wen's depression, Deng Zhu instantly became satisfied: "It's because a man pays for others that he can show his gentlemanly demeanor."

Wen Wen paused for a long time: "I seem to hear from your happy tone that I paid a very large bill."

Deng Zhu couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart: "No, I just feel that I have finally been rewarded for paying for you all the time, Wen Wen, you have grown up."

Wen Wendao: "Deng Zhu, please restrain your mother's tone of voice to her son. I want to ask you to call me so late, just to... so untactfully build happiness based on other people's pain Take it out to show off?"

Deng Zhu said: "That's right, this can prove that it is really me, Deng Zhu who called you... Could it be Deng Zhu who doesn't base his happiness on your pain! That must be a counterfeit! "

Wen Wen hung up the phone with a "snap", unplugged the cord, and then in order to avoid secondary harassment, Wen Wen hurried back to the bed and turned off the phone.

I should have unplugged the phone line the moment I realized it was that bitch Deng Zhu calling.

Two years ago, when Deng Yuan, Deng Zhu and his brothers met for the first time in their rented house, Deng Yuan expressed to himself the polite words that his brother would bring him trouble. At that time, Wen Wen was busy declaring himself A lodger of good habits, kindness, and a big heart.

Before he could hear what Deng Yuan said, he said "it doesn't matter" three times in a row.

Only now did I know how sincere Deng Yuan's guilty gaze was to him!

But now is not the time to criticize how cheap Deng Zhu is, Wen Wen turned on his watch in the dark to check the time, and fell on the bed.

I just heard the news a few hours ago that the program will be rectified, and then held a meeting overnight. It must be an urgent program rectification.And very urgent, very urgent, even more urgent than the rolling Yangtze River that has been requisitioned many times to symbolize the fanaticism of love.

But what is more urgent is that I need to go to bed right now, so that I can devote myself to the day's work and pretend that I am also very anxious and active.

Then the leader will cast a gratifying look at himself, and the salary will grow like weeds.

Wen Wen determined his firm goal in life in a second, and was ready to go back to sleep.

As soon as Wen Wen's head touched the pillow, someone kicked open the door of his bedroom, and a gust of cold air came in.

Seeing Deng Yuan holding a shiny mobile phone with a cold face, Wen Wen knew what it meant.

Deng Yuan said: "Deng Zhu asked me to tell you that he is very happy because you need to go to work an hour earlier tomorrow."

Wen Wen said: "...Deng Yuan, you are not as humble and polite as when we first met. Are you trying to help your brother or are you blaming me for not letting you sleep well?"

The phone in Deng Yuan's hand went out, and his whole body changed from a partial grimace illuminated by the light to a black shadow.

Deng Yuan said grimly, "I'm just upset that I'm the only one being harassed innocently."

In Wen Wen's silence, Deng Yuan slammed the door shut and left.

After tossing and tossing back and forth, Deng Yuan was finally ready to fall asleep, only to hear the sound of the key turning outside the door, especially crisp.

Ma De, the deity of Deng Zhu is back!

Because Wen Wen's show is at night, and during the day, he goes to work at [-] pm, and an hour earlier is [-] pm, so no matter what, it is still very eye-catching to go to work the next day with two dark circles under his eyes.

Last night, Wen Wen spent two hours in a daze wondering "when will he continue his hateful harassment", got out of bed more than once to check whether the door of his room was locked successfully, whether the earplugs fell out, whether the blindfold was There are no loopholes.

What's even worse is that Deng Zhu came to harass him in the end when everything was ready.

Because of Deng Zhu's very penetrating snoring when he fell asleep peacefully.