The heroine of Kuai Chuan Zhi's family only farms

Chapter 1378 [1377] Sign the contract (5000)

When Ding Wei was waiting at the gate, he saw commuters riding bicycles and walking coming to work one by one. He would introduce to her who to interview for a while, and praised her for her preparation. Being able to come alone, being generous and independent enough in dealing with others, just based on this, I don't know how many children are better than him.

At 45:[-], Grandpa the doorman told Ding Wei.

"Okay kid, it's almost time, you go up, remember to go up the stairs and turn right, the second room on the left, just knock on the door and go in."

Ding Wei thanked the old man again and again, arranged her clothes, took the personal file she had prepared in her hand, and put it in a kraft paper file bag. This was sorted out for her by the old man in the pile of waste newspapers just now, and it was not marked. Ding Wei Wei took out her personal files from her schoolbag and put them in neatly.

Ding Wei came here on time, and it was already 55:[-] when she went upstairs and knocked on the door. The staff let her in when they heard the knock on the door.

Seeing a little girl standing at the door by herself, she was a little surprised: "Son, are you here for the interview?"

Ding Wei smiled and said hello: "Yes sister, my father sent me to the door and went to work. I think I can do it. If you have any questions, just ask me."

My sister called the staff member who can be called an aunt, and she was very happy. This is a small meeting room. She just finished cleaning. As soon as the little girl came, she quickly asked her to sit down: "Okay, you wait here for a while." , I'll call someone for you."

Twenty years later, the place will undergo earth-shaking changes. The original two-story building has become a five-six-story single-door courtyard. Yes, not new, but clean enough.

After waiting for three to five minutes, two or three men and women walked in in formal Lenin suits, and Ding Wei immediately got up to say hello.

"Hello, teachers. My name is Ding Wei. I am eight years old and I come from Fotantou Village, Yuetan Town."

The two men didn't say anything, and nodded politely at her, but the female staff member subconsciously asked, "From the village?"

Ding Wei didn't show any dissatisfaction because of her contempt, and nodded very cooperatively.

"Yes, my family is from the countryside. I am in the second grade of elementary school this year. I saw our recruitment advertisement on the school bulletin board, so I came here for an interview."

"You...," the female staff member wanted to ask something, when the slightly fatter and older staff member with a square face next to her suddenly asked her in correct Mandarin.

"Come on, kid, introduce yourself and let us get to know you. By the way, why are you here to interview the announcer and what are your specialties?"

When Ding Wei heard the voice, she raised her eyebrows subconsciously, because this was exactly the tone of the announcer!
He was able to look at her squarely, and she naturally couldn't disappoint them, so she straightened her clothes, coughed lightly, and sent her files in front of them neatly, then bowed and introduced herself.

"Good morning, all the judges and teachers. My name is Ding Wei, Wei of Qiangweihua. I am an ordinary primary school student from the countryside below our county seat. I am eight years old. I love broadcasting very much. I often practice Mandarin pronunciation with the radio at home, and I can also read aloud. I even learned a lot of red songs, my composition is very good, I can tell vivid and interesting stories, I am confident that I can be qualified for the post of a small announcer.”

After listening to this introduction, the female staff laughed subconsciously: "You're not very young, so you're quite confident?"

The male staff member ignored her and took out two manuscript papers from his folder and handed them to her.

"Come to Ding Wei, and interpret these two manuscripts in your own way."

Ding Wei took a look. The first page was a very popular red poem in the 60s, and the second page was a short story about a hero.

Ding Wei read it silently for a few times with her head down, then cleared her throat, and performed the first poem in a passionate and passionate way with the broadcast accent and standard Mandarin. The stage performances of this era are slightly exaggerated. Yes, and as an announcer, the audience should have an immersive feeling, so her performance can be said to be very in line with the characteristics of this era.

She has more experience in the hero story on the second page. After all, she played multiple roles on a certain APP platform, dubbed the novel, and even topped the list, becoming the god of that website for N consecutive years. Such an honor, Naturally brought her a unique advantage.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the female staff member covered her mouth with a look of disgust and smiled: "What is this? It's a surprise!"

However, as soon as her words fell, she had already started to tell the story in a way full of emotion and emotion, especially when the little hero died in the end, her voice even started to choke, and her eyes were sobbing. They were all red. After the story was told, she calmed down and bowed to them.

"Okay, very good, student Ding Wei, you are the person we are looking for, not bad, not bad, I accept you as a little apprentice!"

The staff member with a happy face sitting in the middle immediately stood up, walked towards her, and shook her hand.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the deputy director of our radio station. My name is Lei Feng, Feng Huo's Feng. Although I really want to have the same name as Hero, I am sorry,"

"Hello Mr. Lei, nice to meet you,"

"Hey, you can just call me Uncle Lei. It's just a title. Let me ask you, did you really learn your Mandarin by yourself?"

Ding Wei nodded, "I have a small radio at home. Before I went to school, I listened to it every day, and sometimes practiced it. Gradually, I figured it out by myself. However, there are still many areas for improvement."

"It doesn't matter. Let's practice slowly. You don't know. The young announcers who come to interview during this period are all localized. This is a big taboo in the broadcasting industry. Although our station is small, there are not many listeners. , but everything is difficult at the beginning. If the head is not opened well, how can we leave a good impression on the audience in the future? Not bad, I didn’t expect that today’s opening will usher in a good start, but, your home is in the village, sometimes we have to broadcast Wait until eight o'clock in the evening, and there will be no cars at that time."

"My dad is a worker in a tractor factory. We will figure out how to do it ourselves. As long as I can get the interview, I will come here rain or shine."

"Okay, very good, you little girl is nice, I admire you very much, so, since it's settled, let's sign a contract, let's wait for your father to come over for a year first?"

Ding Wei nodded. It is indeed not legally efficient for her to sign now, and a guardian should sign on her behalf. Afterwards, the director told her about her remuneration.

"What about you, you are not included in the establishment of our radio station, so your remuneration is billed on a monthly basis, do you understand that?"

"Understood, it means that the money will be given once, and then given together at the end of the month."

"Yes, that's it. You just got used to it for a while. In the first year, you will be paid [-] cents each time. We will broadcast it for two consecutive days on Friday and Saturday. If you think it is okay, you can go to your father to sign it now."

Fifty cents a time, one hour at a time, which is very cheap. The specific broadcast time has not yet been determined, but it is sure to be Friday and Saturday, two days, one hour a day. If there is a time adjustment or a change in the program schedule, just follow other people's time Let's go, and also require a phone number to be notified in time.

It doesn't matter, Dad's unit and their production team can be reached by phone.

Her second brother is still studying in the city. If it is not convenient for her father to live there, she can ask her to find a bed for her.

After the interview, she left the office, walked to the gate, told the good news to the security guard, and then went out happily, planning to go to her father's unit to tell the good news.

After she left, the female staff member looked at Lei Feng with an ugly expression.

"How could you just make an appointment like that? Isn't it a little too casual for you to announce that you've appointed her before the deadline?"

Lei Feng didn't even look at her, he looked down at Ding Wei's personal file, and then sneered.

"Cao Lihua, if you want to give your cousin the back door, just say it directly. Why are you mocking a little girl like that in front of me? Look at what she wrote, and then look at what you wrote. It's not as good as a second grader. What about my child! Besides, how long have you been practicing Mandarin? You still can’t pass it. If you think about that child’s voice, she was born to eat our bowl of rice. Also, she is generous. Even if she goes to the TV station in the future, it’s not like she’s not out of control. That possibility, compared with others, you are too petty!"

Lei Feng stood up, closed his folder, and looked at Cao Lihua with extremely cold eyes.

"You have something to do with me. I'm too lazy to tell you too much, but in my home stadium of Lei Feng, people who can't speak Mandarin are absolutely not allowed to enter. I don't want some people to use the name of an announcer to speak authentically Dao’s hometown dialect, then I will feel that I am very unqualified, and I can’t bring out a compliant one. You have the time to struggle with xenophobia, so you should practice your Mandarin well. In the future, if you don’t know Mandarin, you won’t be able to get into this position. Post! Don’t be eliminated by then, so what if you have a backstage? You still can’t get on post, after all, the audience’s ears are very sharp!”

Not long after Ding Wei walked out of the gate, she saw her father riding a bicycle panting over. Seeing her excited smiling face, she braked and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Looking at my daughter's expression, is it possible that she was chosen?"

Ding Wei smiled and nodded at him, "Dad, have you brought your work permit with you, our household registration book?"

When entering the gate of someone else's unit, you have to show a letter of introduction to the doorman. The letter of introduction was issued by the production team, and the doorman's grandfather has already read it.

Since the contract was to be signed, the household registration booklet and work permit must be required, and the father kept in mind his daughter's previous explanation and patted the bag he was carrying to work.

"Don't worry, if this matter can't be done well, wouldn't it be embarrassing for my daughter? But, is it really chosen? Isn't this too fast?"

Ding Wei laughed and said, "They are waiting for us to sign the contract. However, the salary is not high, [-] cents an hour. If there is extra time, it will be calculated separately."

"That's not much, I think it's pretty good, you are a child, it's amazing to come to this kind of unit to work with such a powerful person, isn't it, we have to come even if we don't give money, what an honor it is It seems that I have to discuss with you, Mom, that we need the whole radio in our house, so that we can hear my daughter's voice."

"Dad, radios are getting expensive,"

"No matter how expensive it is, you have to buy one. You can't buy the expensive one, and you can't buy the big one. Let's buy a small one!"

More than half an hour later, the father and daughter signed the contract and appeared on the roadside at the gate of the radio station, looking at each other with smiles in their eyes.

"Hey, my eldest daughter, you are really capable. Even the deputy director of the TV station can shake hands with me. Why do you think you are so good? Our factory also has a radio station. You can go to our factory and try it later. Give dad a long face."

Ding Wei looked at her father helplessly: "Father, let's not get out of the limelight. You see, we don't live in the family courtyard, and they don't know us,"

When talking about the house, Ding Zhenlong took it seriously: "It's not a big deal. I can be allocated a bed in a collective dormitory now because of my ability. As for the house in the family courtyard, that is I dare not even think about it!"

"Does your unit not have a fund-raising room?" Ding Wei asked suddenly, which made Ding Zhenlong a little confused: "What is a unit's fund-raising room?"

The unit raises funds to build a house. The unit organizes employees to pay funds to the unit. The unit prepares to build a house on its own land in its own name.

To put it simply, the workers pay their own money, the unit gives the land, calculates the cost price, and pays the workers according to the cost price.

In this case, the issue of length of service is naturally not involved. Whoever pays more is eligible to buy a big house.

But looking at Dad's expression, I knew he hadn't heard of it at all. He hadn't heard of it. Naturally, their unit didn't have such a welfare policy.

"Dad, is the housing shortage in your unit?"

"Then how can I not be nervous? I'm very nervous. I'm fine. I have a bicycle, a bed in a collective dormitory, and a lot of people living in the city with their families. In fact, they can go back to the countryside. I live there, but I just can’t figure out why they are crowded here together. There are many women who don’t have a job. In the countryside, they have rations and land, they can earn work points, and the housing is not crowded. I don’t know what those people think.”

"Perhaps many people don't want to live in the country after their families are separated, but want to live in the city. Every family has difficult scriptures to recite!"

"Hey, you girl, you know a lot. Let's not talk about them, just talk about you. Should we buy something to celebrate? Otherwise, let's buy some good dishes in the state-run restaurant, and we will go back and talk to you Mom, celebrate well?"

"Dad, I haven't earned the money yet. I just want the flowers. Forget it. You'd better go back to work quickly. I'll take the bus home."

"Why don't you go to my dormitory and wait for me, and we'll go back together at night."

Ding Wei shook her head, "That's not it. Waiting for a long time is too exhausting. It's okay, Dad. It's fast by car. I'll be home in less than an hour."

Seeing his daughter's insistence, Ding Zhenlong had no choice but to ride her to the bus station. The current bus is full of people, and the departures are infrequent. There is only one bus every hour. Fortunately, Ding Wei came at just the right time. Pay eight cents for the fare. After paying the money, the conductor will give her a ticket. After a while, the conductor will keep checking on the road, and you need to show the ticket when you get off the bus. If you don’t have a ticket, you don’t have to pay the fare. Please collect your tickets.

If it is a stop sign in the county, maybe a five-cent ticket is enough, but as long as you leave the county and go to the current village, the fare will be increased according to the distance, and the farthest may charge [-] cents.

Her home is neither near nor far. Of course, this bus only runs on the national highway, and you need to walk back by yourself for the rest of the way, or you can ask your family to pick you up.

Half an hour later, Ding Wei plucked up the courage to shout to the driver: "Master driver, stop at the red house ahead, I want to get off!"

I got off the car in the aisle of the town, and I didn't find anyone I was familiar with when I looked around. Usually, if I can meet someone from the same village at this time, I can hitch a ride home.

After failing to find anyone she knew well, Ding Wei estimated the distance, at least three or four 10 minutes to get home. She took a deep breath, packed her schoolbag, and walked home confidently.

This is the first time she has gone home in this way when she grew up, so she is not familiar with everything around her, but compared with later generations, the house now is low and dilapidated, except for the flat road of the national highway. , other roads are full of potholes.

The aisle road has been repaired and talked about for many years, but only a layer of gravel has been paved, and no concrete road or asphalt road has been repaired.

As for the roads in this village, whenever it rains, there are all kinds of ruts, so they are very bumpy. When my father took her on this road by bicycle in the morning, he almost knocked her off.

She walked home with small steps, and when she passed the post office in the town, she went in and looked at the prices of stamps and envelopes, because if she wanted to submit manuscripts in the future, she would have to have enough stamps and envelopes in her hand, including manuscript paper. It needs to be prepared in advance, but the price is five cents in the local area, eight cents in other places, and two cents in the envelope. She has saved one dollar now, but it is not enough. She will work as an announcer for a year first. Look at the market, and if you have money in your hand, it’s not too late to make a contribution.

Because today she asked, like where did the themes of the stories told in children’s programs come from, and Uncle Lei said that they were all excerpted from newspapers and magazines, or bought some children’s books, which were all there, and when they were broadcast, To report where this story came from, I haven’t mentioned the situation of collecting manuscripts, because there is not so much money in the station, and it is how to save money.

Ding Wei has a different opinion in her heart. If a program wants to be successful, it must have its own characteristics. Stories like this one that are extracted from other places cannot actually attract the audience. The most reliable way is to do it. Serial novels can only be considered successful if they attract small audiences to listen to them.

(End of this chapter)