Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 216 Restarting Qinxi Provincial Radio Station

Surrounding Bai Feng to the office, Ding Ning rushed to bring Bai Feng a glass of water, and Qiao Jing poured her another cup of coffee. Bai Feng sniffed the coffee and joked.

"Hey, it looks like you guys are having a good time after I'm gone. The Blue Mountain coffee you drink in the office is imported from abroad. It's not cheap!"

Looking at Qiao Jing after speaking, Bai Feng smiled again.

"Heh, Qiao Jing, you're so rich now, this work clothes are all custom-made, SKC? This is a foreign professional clothing brand, tsk tsk tsk, look at each of you, I've only been away for half a year, look, Everyone has lost more than ten catties on average, right?"

Ding Ning smiled proudly.

"That's right, Mr. Bai, it's not that we're bragging. Now Qinxi Provincial Radio Station is the richest radio station in the country. Since we implemented the business commission system, everyone's motivation is full now. When paying wages every month, They are all carrying sacks home, so these days will be fine! Haha..."

Qiao Jing gave Ding Ning a white look, and smiled.

"Hehe, Mr. Bai, don't listen to his bragging, but the salary is indeed much higher now, but it's busier than before. I have to thank you. Now every day, local stations come to us to learn from us. Wang Tai just said in a meeting The representative team of Dongyun Province is coming!"

"Mr. Bai, if you want to talk about Dongyun Province, there is something I have to tell you. Last time we went to Beijing to hold a plenary summary meeting, you didn't watch it. Wang Tai has lost the limelight! Everyone in our station They all drive luxury cars, the most expensive is more than 200 million, and the cheapest is the Q60 of more than 5. The poor stations in other places are still crowded with buses! After going, that guy saw us one by one It's all a mess! Haha..."

"That is, the standard rooms that everyone else lives in during the meeting, all of us in Qinxi Province have five-star double rooms! Once the meeting is held, Bureau Lei will praise us again and again."

"Haha, he can't boast. The radio station now relies on our station for 80.00% of its income! This meeting is called a comfortable one. Everyone looks at us with envious eyes..."

……

These people excitedly told Bai Feng the story of what happened after she left, about their changes, who got married, who had a baby, who signed a big client, and who got a monthly commission of more than 30. Ten thousand……

When the greetings were almost over, Bai Feng realized that in the middle of the crowd, the little old man Wang Changzhi was just smiling faintly, looking at him.

After arriving at the director's office with him, Bai Feng took a glance and saw that his office was still the same, the water dispenser creaked as soon as it boiled water, and his clothes were still the gray suit that had been washed whitishly. It looks so out of place.

"Wang Tai, I'm so sorry, I've been busy since I got back to the hotel, so I didn't come to see you..."

Bai Feng was a little embarrassed, but Wang Changzhi smiled and waved his hands.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. The relationship between gentlemen is as light as water. By the way, if you come today, something may happen..."

When Wang Changzhi asked such a question, Bai Feng felt even more embarrassed, and after a long time of embarrassment, he explained his purpose.

"Director, actually... I want to ask you for help..."

"Oh? There is still something that can hinder you now? Hehe, this is really strange. Tell me, if you can contribute, Qinxi Provincial Radio Station will help you. As I said, this is your home."

"I... I actually... really have a troublesome thing... I want to promote ancient poetry..."

Wang Changzhi was stunned while holding the teacup, showing doubts.

"Promotion? Ancient poems? What... how do you say this?"

"Uh...that's...don't those friends of mine write a lot of ancient poems? I want to promote it, preferably nationwide..."

"This... this is not difficult, you have a lot of Weibo fans, post it online, or find some professional media to publish a collection of poems, and then our radio station will help you create another column..."

Bai Feng shook his head awkwardly.

"Director, this may be a bit difficult. To be honest, this matter is really important to me. Now you know this person, who likes to read fast food culture. Even if he publishes a collection of poems, he buys it back as a decoration. , not many people will read it..."

This time Wang Changzhi also frowned, and he also understood what Bai Feng said, just like movies and TV shows, whether the ratings are high or low, the box office is good or bad, it has nothing to do with classics or not.

For example, chicken soup for the soul, every sentence is a philosophy of life, but after half an hour, will you still remember it?But vulgar words such as 'I rely on', 'your sister' and 'you MD' are a bit like insults, but they can be popularized by people all over the world in the shortest time.

Therefore, the difficulty of promoting ancient poems that Bai Feng said is conceivable... especially those written by ordinary people, the difficulty is even higher.

Wang Changzhi thought for a moment, then squeezed his chin and hummed.

"If you really want everyone to remember and praise it, I think... there is a method that should be able to..."

"any solution?"

"Selected in the Chinese textbooks of each school year!"

"what?"

Bai Feng let out a cry. She was not surprised by this method, but was surprised by the difficulty of this method. She has never eaten pork, and she has seen pigs running. It is almost impossible to select the article into the Chinese textbooks of each school year. of……

Counting from the first grade of elementary school to the end of the third year of high school, all the Chinese textbooks, even including after-school reading, are barely more than 300, and more than half of them are prose.

There are at most a hundred or so poems in ancient Chinese poetry, which seems like a lot, but you have to know how many of these hundred or so poems were selected.

From ancient times to the present, there are almost tens of millions of excellent articles, and in the end only a hundred or so articles were selected into Chinese textbooks!

This is not so difficult!

Seeing Baifeng's expression, even Wang Changzhi was a little embarrassed, and he hesitated to speak...

"Uh...Actually, there is another way..."

"Is there any way?"

"Hmm... I know a professor from the Chinese Department of Peking University. Their department is planning to open an ancient poetry appreciation class. I can recommend you to be a substitute class. As long as you perform well, he should be able to help you!"

"How to help?"

"This professor is called Fifth Sword, and he has another identity, that is, the leader of the Chinese language editing team of Huaxia Primary and Secondary School! Of course, this editing team is a temporary team, after all, the texts of textbooks are not changed every year.

So with his status, I can only say that it is possible to help you. Isn’t it November now? If you work harder, after the Spring Festival, maybe I can see your ancient poems printed in the Chinese language of elementary and middle schools. In the textbook!At that time, these children will recite and learn your ancient poems every day. Is this a national promotion? "

Bai Feng's eyes widened immediately, and he excitedly held Wang Changzhi's hand.

"Director! Oh, you have helped me a lot, thank you!"

"Hehe, don't thank me in a hurry. I've said it all. You have to go to Peking University to give lectures first. If you can really convince Fifth Sword, then I can count as helping you. How about it, I'll call you right away. He shouldn't be busy, I'll see if I can make an appointment, you two meet first."

(End of this chapter)