Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 93 The effect is gratifying
Back at the radio station at night, when "Zero Story" was about to start broadcasting, the fat man begged Ling Yun in a low voice.

"A distant uncle of mine contacted me before. He likes to write poems. Now he is dying of cancer. He said that his greatest wish is to publish a poem in his lifetime. Help, but I... I'm just a radio anchor."

"Your distant uncle? Got cancer? Why didn't I know about it? Or... let's find time to visit tomorrow?"

The fat man quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, my uncle has just one wish right now, as long as we can satisfy him, it's considered my filial piety, Ling Yun, let's discuss it with you, how about... let's read his poems before the show? Just two A dozen or so words..."

"Okay, don't delay anything, then you will be responsible for reading poetry later."

Seeing that Ling Yun agreed, Fatty was happy and hurried to make preparations.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, "Zero Story" officially started broadcasting.

"Hi everyone, I'm Ling Yun..."

"Hello everyone, I'm Chen Tong. Before the show, I'll bring you a poem. The author is Shangshan Rushui, and the title of the poem is "Trouble"!"

Ling Yun nodded to Fatty with a smile, and cast an encouraging look, Fatty swallowed hard, and then began to read.

"Wake up early... pick up the cage... go for a walk with the bird, and at night... hot pot... with barbecue. Eat enough... drink enough... go to bed, worry... don't rush... run by yourself."

As soon as he finished reading, Ling Yun's eyeballs widened. Seeing that the fat man wanted to read more, he pinched the fat man and cursed in a low voice...

"Fatty man, have you received black money from others?"

……

After returning to the dormitory after the broadcast, Ling Yun returned to the dormitory and asked.

"Your uncle dares to lie to me, how did Sun Guofu become your distant uncle who has cancer? Huh?"

"My Cao, how do you know it was written by Sun Guofu?"

The fat man covered his face in surprise, Ling Yun took out his mobile phone and clicked on the Wechat group of the Writers Association.

"After the last essay competition, I joined the Sunset Red WeChat group of the Writers Association. This group of literary old men would post doggerel poems to the group when they had nothing to do. Sun Guofu posted the most, with more than 20 high-yield poems a day like a sow, and he always likes to post in groups. A friend asks someone to comment, how can I not know him?"

Looking at Ling Yun's phone, the fat man pouted and complained.

"Isn't it good for you to reply to people, and you also said that it rhymes with rhymes and is down-to-earth..."

"I……"

This question made Ling Yun a little speechless.

Looking at the frustrated fat man, he sighed again after a while, and patted his shoulder earnestly.

"The two of us are on the same show, and the advertising sponsorship is divided between two people. You don't need to go out to advertise again. In the future, if you need money, just come to me. Don't you know the bank card password?"

The fat man smiled mischievously.

"Hehe, I'm not doing it for money, I just... just don't want people to say behind my back that you are going through the back door for me. Now that you are the head of the station, you still have to pay attention to your image. We can't be like before. You have to maintain The majesty of the director."

"Majestic ass, you don't even want a brother when you're a director?"

Ling Yun rolled his eyes, but felt warm in his heart, he took out a stick of Monkey King and handed it to the fat man.

"I don't care about majesty. If I lose friends because of majesty, then I would rather choose not to be the head of the station. In the future, you must not be self-righteous and engage in petty tricks, or I will really give you the back door... Don't get me wrong, what I said It's the real back door... that's the back door... Forget it, you should be able to understand..."

"I originally understood...but once you explain...why do I feel like I don't quite understand again..."

"go away!"

……

Originally they said it was sensational, but after this trouble, both of them laughed again.But this cannon... a smile to destroy all grievances...

Laughter eliminated the gap that should not have existed, and the atmosphere seemed to be back to the past.To the fat man, Ling Yun is still the same Ling Yun, and to Ling Yun, the fat man is still the same fat man, Pi, it doesn't matter, just a beating is enough.

In the days that followed, all the anchors were enthusiastic. Apart from being on the show every day, they began to go out to 'run business'. Just like what Ling Yun said, run more, earn more, run less, earn less, and wait. The days of windfalls are basically over.

At the weekly meeting of the second week.

Ling Yun began to read last week's ranking of new programs.

"No.1 "Zero Story", the listening rate is 9.4352%!"

"No.2 "Healthy Children", the listening rate is 8.3981%!"

"No. 3..."

This deliberate pause made all the anchors on the scene breathe a sigh of relief.

"No.3..."My Car Has Something to Say", the audience rating is 2.8742%! Congratulations to Xiaoxiao, the audience rating of the new program is only one week after its launch, and it should be able to break through in the future. Congratulations to Xiaoxiao, this The audience rating, advertising sponsorship, reader interaction rate and other indicators of this program are all very high, everyone applauds!"

wow wow wow...

Everyone looked at Xiaoxiao enviously, only Xiao Qiao showed complex expressions of disappointment, dare not, and resentment.

This time, due to the program adjustment, her program has always been ranked No. 3 because of its previous ratings, that is, the two programs second only to Ling Yun.

So after weighing the pros and cons, she chose not to adjust.

Unexpectedly, in just one week, Xiaoxiao's new program directly surpassed her ranking.

But there was more to her than she had thought of.

"No.4 "Flying Singing", the audience rating is 2.8658%! Congratulations, A Fei, the audience rating has increased a lot after the adjustment of your program time, but you still have to work hard."

"Good director, I will continue to work hard!"

A Fei hurriedly nodded excitedly, his eyes flicked across Xiao Qiao, and found that Xiao Qiao's face was a little darker.

"No. 5..."

"No. 6..."

……

The more I listened, the darker Xiao Qiao's face became, until No. 12, I finally heard her name.

"No. 12, "Xianyang Good Morning", audience rating 2.0238%!"

Ling Yun looked at Xiao Qiao and smiled.

"Little Qiao, how hard you work..."

"I'm not the last..."

Xiao Qiao was a little unconvinced, Ling Yun smiled and nodded.

"Hehe, although you're not the last one, you're the only one whose ratings have dropped. Anyway... come on."

After hearing this, everyone looked at Xiao Qiao in unison. The former No. [-] lady of the radio station is now the only one whose audience rating has declined. This seems unimaginable to everyone. .

Xiao Qiao's face darkened again, already as dark as Hu Tianlai's.

After reading the ranking, Ling Yun smiled and clapped his hands.

"It can be seen that since the adjustment of the program, everyone's enthusiasm has been very high, and the audience rating of the program has also increased significantly. Congratulations in advance, I hope everyone will keep it up and continue to work hard."

After a pause, he took out another booklet and opened it.

"Now let me read about the advertising sponsorship situation of everyone last week. Continue to maintain good results, and continue to work hard for poor results."

(End of this chapter)