My system, you can't mess with it

Chapter 149 The Broadcasting Accident
Xu Qiang put the manuscript on the table, ready to have a sip of tea and go on the show.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew by suddenly, and the manuscript he had prepared on the table was blown out of the window by the wind, and flew out of the studio on the sixteenth floor like a celestial maiden scattered flowers.

"My manuscript!" Xu Qiang's face changed and he poured the tea in his hand anxiously.

The water was originally boiled water, but all of it was splashed between the legs.

"Oh!" Xu Qiang wailed and jumped up from the chair.

Several directors ran over one after another: "Mr. Xu, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Qiang felt that his bottom was almost cooked.

But now he can't care about the following things anymore, he just typed that manuscript from the computer.

Tonight is the new horror novel online.

This novel is the work of a small ghost god, and most importantly, it has not yet been published on the Internet.

It took Xu Qiang a lot of effort to get this work, because he wanted to use this work as an instant hit, so that his ratings could reach a new level.

In order to pursue the effect, he did not choose to record and broadcast, but to broadcast live. Unexpectedly, the manuscript was blown away by the strong wind.

Looking at the time, there are still 10 minutes before the broadcast.

Xu Qiang couldn't care less and ran towards the office.

Although the manuscript flew off, there is still a backup in the computer in the office.

Xu Qiang couldn't care less, and ran to the office desperately.

When he came to the office, he turned on the computer.

Seeing the folder of the novel let out a sigh of relief.

He was about to click print just now, when there was a sudden snap, and the computer turned into a blue screen.

"No, no...!" Xu Qiang barely collapsed.

There are still 10 minutes before the show will be broadcast, but his manuscript is gone.

"What's wrong, Brother Xu?" Several colleagues also gathered around.

Xu Qiang's face was pale: "The show is about to start, but the manuscript was blown away by the wind, and the computer blue screened."

After hearing Xu Qiang's words, everyone's expressions became a little nervous.

After all, the radio has been promoting a new horror novel for the past few days. If it cannot be broadcast as scheduled, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction among the audience.

"No, you can check your mailbox and see if there is any in it." A colleague reminded.

Xu Qiang's face was ugly: "The other party directly brought the USB flash drive over, and then I directly copied it to the computer, and he took the USB flash drive away."

"Then you call that author." A person next to him reminded again.

Xu Qiang's eyes lit up: "Yes, call the author."

He hurriedly dialed the author's phone number, but there was a voice from the other end of the phone: "The phone you dialed has been turned off."

Hearing this voice, Xu Qiang was completely dumbfounded.

The copyright of this novel was purchased by the radio station for [-] yuan, and it has been promoting it for the past few days. Once an accident occurs, this is something he simply cannot bear.

Xu Qiang came to the studio in despair.

"Xu Qiang, why don't you enter the studio to prepare, there are 5 minutes until the program will be broadcast." At this time, Luo Hui, the director of the station, and Meng Hua, the director of the cultural station, walked in.

"Luo, Director Luo, why are you here, Director Meng?" Xu Qiang asked with a grim expression.

"Isn't I on duty today? And your new novel is going to be online. I really want to hear about it. I also like the supernatural novel written by that author." Luo Hui laughed.

Meng Hua also smiled and said, "Xu Qiang, you have to perform well."

Xu Qiang said with an ugly face: "Director Luo, Director Meng, I have a manuscript, and the manuscript is gone."

"What?" Luo Hui and Meng Hua's expressions darkened when they heard this.

"What's going on?" Meng Hua asked coldly.

Xu Qiang's face was pale: "I took the manuscript to the studio, but the manuscript was blown away by the wind, and then I wanted to make a new copy on the computer, but the computer blue screened again."

"Xu Qiang, what kind of plane are you doing? The show will be broadcast in less than 3 minutes. What should I do? You should have read the manuscript and familiarized yourself with it. Just recite it to me according to the manuscript!" Meng Hua said happily crazy.

This time the director personally came to listen to their program on the Art Channel, and such an accident happened.

Not only Xu Qiang couldn't bear this responsibility, but Meng Hua couldn't bear it either.

Xu Qiang grinned: "Director Luo, I can't do without reading the manuscript."

After all, a program needs to be broadcast for an hour, which is equivalent to tens of thousands of words, and dictation is impossible.

"You, you, this is a program accident, you..." Meng Hua said angrily.

There are still 2 minutes until the show airs.

"How about replaying the previous programs?" Xu Qiang said tremblingly.

"Fart, replay, do you think the radio is farting? We advertised for more than a month, but the audience listened to the replay." Luo Hui said angrily.

At this time, the director had already started gesturing, preparing for a 1-minute countdown.

"Meng Hua, Xu Qiang, if this broadcasting incident cannot be resolved satisfactorily, you all should quit." Luo Hui said angrily.

"Xu Qiang, stand up for me, you have to stand up for me on today's show." Meng Hua said angrily.

After all, the radio station's programs are broadcast to the entire Jiangnan region, and there are even online apps that cover the entire China. If such an accident happens, not only Xu Qiang, but even the director of the station will be affected.

Xu Qiang was almost on the verge of crying. He looked at the familiar position of the anchor with a bitter face, and now he was as terrifying as the electric chair for execution.

If it's 10 minutes, it's okay, but this is an hour-long show, what should I say when I sit on it?
At this time, the countdown had already started on the screen.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Xu Qiang looked at the studio but couldn't move.

He knew that even if he sat on it, today's show would definitely fail.

"It's over!" Luo Hui's face turned pale.

Shanghai Radio Station has maintained no broadcasting accidents for two years and 360 four days, and it will be three years soon. Even the leaders above have decided to present awards to Shanghai Radio Station tomorrow, but no one thought that there would be an accident on the last day.

At this moment, a figure quickly rushed into the studio and sat in the position of the anchor.

"Hello, viewers. I am the host Xia Xing. Welcome to the midnight supernatural story show. Today, because Lao Xu has something to do, I will host this show for you."

"Damn, how did Xia Xing go in?" The faces of everyone beside him changed.

"Nonsense, how did he get into a supernatural story show before he hosted it?" Meng Hua's expression turned ugly.

"Who is this person?" Luo Hui asked.

Meng Hua said from the side: "His name is Xia Xing, and he is the newly recruited host of our Art Channel, and he is still in the probationary period."

"Xia Xing?" Luo Hui said to himself.

Xu Qiang on the side showed a sinister smile.

At this time, Xia Xing went up to give himself a thunderbolt. If there was a broadcasting accident, although he would still be responsible for this matter, Xia Xing would not have any good results.

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