Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 114 The Singing Method of a One-man Show 2
Sure enough, Yan Xun's old materials were handled very well. By the time Bai Feng and Qiao Jing finished processing them in a hurry, it was almost 9:45 in the evening!
The two arrived at the live broadcast room. After adjusting the equipment, Qiao Jing looked at her watch. It was already 9:54 in the evening. The show really started.

Qiao Jing was fidgeting a little bit, and looked at Bai Feng.

"Mr. Bai, why don't we... how about we use the old manuscripts from the past, which are saved on this computer. Anyway, no one listens to the show. He started to investigate strictly. Let's go to the station director and sue him, saying that he deliberately Make things difficult for people!"

Bai Feng waved his hand, at this time he was closing his eyes and thinking about the things that could be used in the original world, just kidding, nothing?This is the biggest taboo in the radio station, if you really do this, Yan Xun will have to come over tomorrow to kick people out!In the program accident, the most severe punishment is not one of the most severe punishments!

The time passed by one minute and one second, and the countdown to the last ten seconds began.

After Qiao Jing adjusted the equipment, she began counting down to Baifeng.

3!

2!

1!

Start!
"Hello, viewers, I'm Dabai, the new anchor of "Evening Stories". Tonight, my director Xiaojing and I will start live broadcasting the supernatural novel "Notes on Tomb Raiders" together!"

"Fifty years ago, Changsha's Baoziling. Four Tufuzi were squatting on a mound, and all of them were silent, staring straight at the Luoyang shovel on the ground.

The shovel still contained the soil that had just been brought out from the ground, and the strange thing was that this cup of soil was constantly oozing bright red liquid, as if it had just been dipped in blood..."

When the director Xiaojing heard that Bai Feng actually mentioned her name in the show, she was secretly grateful, and when she heard that Bai Feng actually told the story without script, she was a little dazed at first.

After listening for only 5 minutes, the whole person was completely attracted.

She also likes to read novels, but what she reads is traditional literature. In her impression, shouldn't novels have beautiful language and gorgeous rhetoric, and every sentence can be half-understood by ordinary people?

But why is the story told by Bai Feng running in the opposite direction? It's completely plain, basically without any nonsense.

But it has a strong sense of substitution, which makes people want to hear it!

She didn't know, but Bai Feng knew that "Tomb Raiders Notes" was a big IP that dominated the Internet in her world!After the novel became popular, all kinds of exquisite derivatives were released.

Movies, TV dramas, web dramas, novels, games, anime, games, etc., are all over the place, and Baifeng has been watching them all the time when he was in college, so he can almost describe the plot in reverse, although Among them, the sentences cannot be said to be verbatim, but they can barely be restored...

Bai Feng's tone was low and his rhythm was slow. While speaking, he pointed at Qiao Jing's ear. Qiao Jing quickly woke up from her obsession, and immediately matched Bai Feng's program with a sad and mysterious music background.

"...This old oil box cannon was dug out by his second grandfather from a warlord's tomb back then. I don't think it has been used for many years. It's a pity that he has been running around with his father these few years and has no time to maintain it..."

Bai Feng seized the timing just right, and the rhythm slowly caught up with the mysterious atmosphere of the background music, making Qiao Jing's body tremble, as if she was in an ancient tomb, she swallowed in fright, got up and turned on the light, That's a little better.

During this period of time, there were only the two of them in the whole building, except of course, the uncle who was watching the door.

And in a villa in the urban area, Yan Xun was huddling on a soft sofa with a cigar in his mouth. His wife brought a sliced ​​apple and put it in front of him, and then sat beside him and asked.

"What's the matter, I don't seem to be in a very good mood today. Could it be because there is something wrong with the arrangement of my three nephews?"

Yan Xun squinted his eyes, took a deep breath on the cigarette, and after blowing out a smoke ring, he sneered.

"Hehe, now I have the final say on the entire radio station. It's not up to me to arrange who or not to arrange. Besides, with your old man covering me, who dares not give me face at the radio station?"

"Then what kind of evil did you fall into tonight? You slept well, and you ran to listen to the radio in the middle of the night? Haven't you listened enough for so many years? Or do you think I'm old and impatient?"

Seeing his wife's sullen face, Yan Xun quickly apologized with a dry smile. Although his wife was indeed old and had no job, he didn't dare to dislike her in the slightest. He knew who he had to thank for his smooth progress to this position.

Without the support of his great father-in-law, how could he be quickly dispatched from a small radio anchor to this position?How can you say "with a daughter-in-law in hand, I have the world"?
After a few words of slander in my heart, I hurriedly told the truth, frowning.

"Honey, you don't know, I met a tough guy on the stage today, Bai Feng has heard of it, right? He is the owner of the best chef in the world!"

"The No. [-] Chef in the World? Is that the exorbitantly priced VIP reported in the news? Why do your radio stations and restaurants also have business?"

Yan Xun adjusted his sitting posture and waved his hands.

"Hey, there is a fart business. It's strange to say that this Baifeng went to our radio station to apply for an anchor instead of running a good restaurant, and he had a hard time with me on the first day of work. I'm upset today. I set up a trick for her so that she has no manuscripts to use, who would have thought that I listened to the program just now, and she actually had a manuscript, and it was a novel about tomb robbery... It's really weird, it's amazing..."

His wife rolled her eyes and tapped his forehead as a joke.

"Hey, why are you still living and going back? What's so strange about it? Now that you can find women online, is it possible that you still can't find a story? As for making such a fuss?"

Yan Xun shook his head solemnly, and flicked the cigarette ash.

"No, I just checked, the manuscript she read is not online at all!"

"This... This is a bit strange. Could it be that she wrote it herself? Or made it up?"

"Impossible, how could such a good story be written in half a day? In all fairness, this novel is really good, with ghosts and elves, fascinating, and a very good sense of substitution..."

"That's weird..."

Yan Xun took another puff on his cigar and snorted a sneer.

"Hmph, no matter how good her manuscript is, it's useless. No one listens to this shit show. When I go tomorrow, the ratings of this shit show will definitely be the bottom. I will use this as an excuse to drive her away and keep her. She is here, I always feel uncomfortable!"

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As time passed, Bai Feng spoke slowly, and Qiao Jing occasionally made some sound effects. When Bai Feng finished reading Chapter 3, she saw Qiao Jing gesturing towards her.

I looked at my watch, it was already 11:58 in the evening!

"Friends in the audience, what you just heard is the supernatural novel "Tomb Raider Notes" brought to you by Dabai Xiaojing. Due to time constraints, I will stop reading here today. See you at 10 o'clock tomorrow night!"

(End of this chapter)