Rebirth 96: Begin the life of a monster from kindergarten

Chapter 384 The Leader Has No Brains

At noon, the leaders of the provincial radio station invited Zhang and his party to have lunch together again. It was just a normal courtesy invitation. They had no idea how many times they had lunch together before. Zhang and his party simply declined on the grounds that they had other work to do.

After leaving the TV station building, he got into Chen Fei's car. Not long after, Wang Li also walked out of the building, got into Chen Fei's car, and sat directly in the passenger seat.

Judging from the little actions between the two, it seems that they have a very good relationship.

Wang Li exhaled and asked, "Since the leader is not here, we can just order whatever we want. How about hot pot?"

Chen Fei looked at Zhang Yihang in the rearview mirror.

Zhang Yixing nodded and said, "Okay!"

"Then let's have hot pot!" Chen Fei also agreed, and then went to the hot pot restaurant that Wang Li mentioned.

Along the way, Wang Li joked about the etiquette of dining with radio station leaders, and Chen Fei listened and nodded in agreement.

Several leaders of the provincial radio station are elderly people who are more particular about rules. In addition, with the local characteristics of Shandong Province, there are naturally many rules when hosting banquets, especially the rules of drinking, which makes Zhang and his party very annoyed.

It is easy to understand why Chen Fei and Wang Li don't like to eat with them.

When they arrived at the dining place, Wang Li led the two to the private room with ease. Chen Fei also greeted the boss, and it seemed that this was not her first time here.

However, the boss was quite surprised by the arrival of Zhang and his party. He shook hands and greeted them warmly and did not let go for a long time.

The shop is not big, it is an old hot pot restaurant. The interior design of the private room is also simple, with a square table and four benches, which has a sense of age.

Soon the boss came over with the menu himself and sat on the bench with Zhang and his group in a very familiar manner. He watched Wang Li and Chen Fei order food while chatting with Zhang and his group.

"Oh, it's my first time here!"

"Both parents are fine!"

"Have you found a partner?"

Facing this boss who looked to be in his fifties, especially his enthusiastic greetings, Zhang Yihang felt quite overwhelmed, just like facing questioning by a group of elders when he returned to his hometown during the holidays.

After finally seeing the boss off, Wang Li smiled and explained to Zhang Yihang: "This boss is like this, he's a nagging guy, but the hot pot is really good, it's been around for more than 20 years, and it's all real ingredients!"

After a few words, the waiter and the boss came up with the copper pot and dishes.

Zhang and his entourage looked at the plates filled with food and thought to themselves, this is so affordable!
Just as I was sighing with emotion, I heard Wang Li say to the boss: "Today's dishes are so large, they should be doubled, right?!"

The boss lit up the fire and said with a chuckle, "Isn't Xiao Zhang here? I'm happy, eat as much as you want. If you don't have enough, there's more. This meal is on me!"

Wang Li shook her head and refused with a smile: "How can we let you treat us? Otherwise, we will be embarrassed to come next time!"

After a while of polite conversation, the boss finally left the room.

Zhang Yihang looked at the various dishes piled up like a small mountain. Although they were the dishes ordered by the three of them, each plate was filled to overflowing. Soon, the hot pot soup began to bubble. Chen Fei held the chopsticks and said to Zhang Yihang: "Let's eat. Today is thanks to you. You can eat more!"

"You can't eat so much even if you can!" Zhang Yixing glanced at Chen Fei and started pouring mutton slices into the hot pot.

"Eat slowly, don't rush!" Wang Li reminded, and then said to Chen Fei: "The group is not going to the radio station this afternoon, and the leaders probably won't go there either, so we should go back later!"

Chen Fei asked curiously, "Sister Li, I noticed that you seem to be even less friendly to the leaders of your radio station than before!"

"There is a generation gap!" Wang Li smiled bitterly and shook her head, sighing, "If it weren't for the program "Poetry Competition", I would have thought of quitting the hosting business in the next two years. Dealing with these old leaders is too tiring. There is not much work to do every day, just endless meetings. The problem is that there is no way to get anything out of the meetings!"

Chen Fei couldn't help but smile when she thought about how she dealt with those people. It seemed that she felt the same way as Wang Li.

Fortunately, she was not under the jurisdiction of the provincial TV station. Even the director of the TV station was quite polite to her and the official tone could not affect her.

Wang Li continued, "At the beginning of this year, we had an internal meeting, and two leaders talked about several variety shows in the station in recent years, including "Sunshine Expressway", "China's Good Voice" and "The Birth of the Actors". They said that these variety shows were not down-to-earth enough and should be innovatively adapted this year. For example, "China's Good Voice" should go to the people and be built into a rural stage to discover more peasant singers like Zhu Zhiwen! All the young people in the station opposed this. As a result, within a few days, the news that the United States purchased the copyright of "China's Good Voice" broke out, and the two leaders kept silent!"

Chen Fei rolled her eyes and laughed, "Are these leaders brainless? Even if they want to innovate and adapt, they don't think about who owns the copyright. Aren't they worried that we will directly cooperate with other TV stations at that time? You know, other TV stations are eager for us to leave with the program!"

Wang Li said helplessly: "Who says it's not true! It's mainly because some people like to represent the audience and think that what they like, the audience will definitely like, but they just turn a blind eye to the ratings!"

Zhang Yixing also cursed the two people who proposed the idea in his heart as idiots. In the previous life, the Shandong Provincial TV station experienced a period of glory, and then began to run wildly in the direction of the word "rustic", the kind that eight horses couldn't pull back, making the people of Shandong Province blush.

Thinking back to the big rural stage in Shandong Province later, I remember there was a big brother singing with a hoarse voice, "Come with me, we'll set off at dawn", which made people able to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with their toes on the spot.

This kind of situation where a leader decides the direction and style of a TV station also happens in other TV stations.

For example, some TV stations were once exposed because the female leader of the radio station liked young and handsome men, so almost all the programs on the station were about pretty boys and sissy men.

Zhang Yixing didn't take what Wang Li talked about seriously.

After all, the copyright of the program is in their hands. If someone really wants to adapt the program in the future, they can just turn against it. Many TV stations are now vying for variety shows of DreamWeaver Culture.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yihang couldn't help but think of Da Bing again.

I remember that Da Bing also left the station because he was ostracized, and it seemed to be almost the same time that Wang Li quit the hosting business. So he later became a best-selling author, and even made people laugh at his "Ice Studies".

Today, Da Bing’s life trajectory has also changed significantly. I wonder if one day in the future he will still pack his bags and go looking for his own poetry and distant places.

"Yihang, what are you daydreaming about? Come and eat!"

After being reminded by Chen Fei, Zhang Yixing came back to his senses. He picked up a few slices of mutton and put them in his mouth. The heat and aroma immediately filled his mouth. It was indeed not comparable to those chain hot pot restaurants outside.

Zhang Yixing kept picking up his chopsticks and mumbling in praise: "Oh, it smells so good!"

(End of this chapter)