Entertainment check-in: from being abandoned by first love

Chapter 59 Letters from the Audience
"Thank you, Uncle Ding."

Lin Ye was about to refuse.

"Well, I'll send you the location later, at noon, just go there."

"I still have a meeting to hold, so let's not talk about it."

Ding Shuangyuan hung up the phone directly.

Lin Ye looked at his phone and shook his head.

Speaking of which, Ding Shuangyuan treated him well.

Lin Ye sorted out his mood, and continued to write the manuscript for a while.

Voice of the city.

When Su Xiaofei arrived at the office, she found that Cai Zhuo was already seated.

He looked like he came quite early, and his eye sockets were a bit dark, probably because he didn't sleep well last night.

"Uncle Cai, you came really early today."

Su Xiaofei sat down and smiled.

Cai Zhuo nodded: "I'm a little nervous, but I'm also looking forward to it."

He spoke honestly.

After the debut of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" last night.

Cai Zhuo didn't know the specific data yet.

Every morning, the deputy director would come over and announce the audience rating of yesterday's radio program.

in the past.

Cai Zhuo no longer cared about these things.

after all.

It has been a long time since the end of the millennium, and I have long been numb and used to it.

However, it is different now.

"Nervous? Looking forward?"

Li Yuan, who was passing by, heard Cai Zhuo's words, and suddenly laughed: "Cai Zhuo, why are you so nervous and looking forward to it?"

"Anyway, you're used to it, aren't you? What's more, there is only the last issue of Horror Stories left, so what do you expect?"

"Opportunities are reserved for young people like me."

Li Yuan spoke without hesitation.

Cai Zhuo's complexion suddenly became ugly.

Su Xiaofei glared: "Li Yuan, please be more polite!"

Facing Su Xiaofei's eyes, Li Yuan smiled: "I'm already very polite, why am I not polite?"

"I didn't swear."

"Oh, by the way, I heard that yesterday you hired someone who wasn't in our station to record in the recording studio? I told my dad...to the station director about this, and he asked me to tell you that it's not an example."

His answer made Su Xiaofei feel extremely uncomfortable.

She wanted to stand up and argue, but was pulled by Cai Zhuo: "Forget it, Xiaofei, it's okay, don't quarrel with him."

Cai Zhuo shook his head.

Su Xiaofei still didn't stand up in the end.

Seeing this, Li Yuan was particularly proud.

Others in the office saw what happened here, and no one stood up to help and said something.

People take tea to cool off.

Although Cai Zhuo hadn't left yet, the tea was almost cold.

Many of them were taught by Cai Zhuo's top leader.

But now, obviously no one is willing to offend Li Yuan for the sake of Cai Zhuo, who is about to retire.

"Here's today's letter from the audience."

The door of the office was pushed open, and someone from the mail room walked in with a cardboard box.

City Voice has three channels for audience interaction.

In addition to phone calls and online websites, it is this kind of letter from the audience every day.

"Wow, there are so many today?"

Some spoke with a smile, and walked over directly.

"This is for Teacher Song Fang of 'Late Night Emotion'."

"This is for 'Traffic Broadcasting'."

The people in the mailroom handed over the letterheads to the column team one by one.

He distributed them one by one.

Song Fang held some thirty letters from the audience in her hands, and she appeared to be very careless, but in fact, she stacked the letters and placed them in the most conspicuous position.

Cai Zhuo lowered his head, drank his tea, and didn't look at it.

Back in the day, horror stories occasionally got a few letters from the audience.

But as early as a decade ago, few people would write horror stories.

The occasional visits are also about the audience's dissatisfaction with the column.

This column, with its low ratings and bad stories, has long been marginalized.

"Hey, Cai Zhuo, why don't you take a look and see if there is any letter from your horror story over there?"

Li Yuan stood aside, teasing with a smile, and after speaking, he looked at himself again, with a look of sudden realization: "Oh, sorry, I forgot, there is no audience who will write letters to your horror stories. "

"Li Yuan, you are enough!"

Su Xiaofei stood up all of a sudden.

The others glanced in unison.

No one helped Cai Zhuo.

On the contrary, it was Song Fang from the late-night emotion column who said casually, "Xiaofei, you're an intern, so don't make a scene during working hours, it won't affect you well."

"There are no rules like this. After your internship is over, it will affect your conversion."

What Song Fang said clearly was to help Li Yuan.

Su Xiaofei's face changed, and Cai Zhuo looked lonely.

Li Yuan's smug face.

The sender who had already distributed the letterhead suddenly walked up to Cai Zhuo with the cardboard box in his hand: "Mr. Cai, I'm sorry."

"Who is Wild Hope Hangcheng in the horror story column?"

"I don't know who this person is, please help him with the letterhead."

"The letterhead here, and the rest are your horror stories."

"I will leave this box to you, otherwise it will be too much and troublesome."

The sender smiled warmly, and he didn't have any special thoughts because of the poor ratings of Cai Zhuo's program.

"These are all horror stories?"

Cai Zhuo was stunned and raised his head.

Su Xiaofei was also shocked, looking at the cardboard box in front of her.

Too many half boxes.

There must be at least two hundred letters.

Li Yuan, who was still smiling triumphantly next to him for a second, froze for a second, a little unbelievable: "Did you make a mistake?"

"There are not so many letters from the audience of Horror Stories in the past ten years, right?"

He looked at the sender with dissatisfaction.

"There's no mistake. There are some for Mr. Cai, some for the horror story column, and some for the host named Wild Hope Hangcheng."

The sender shook his head. Before he left, he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Cai Zhuo: "Mr. Cai, I listened to your program last night."

"The "Ghost Blowing Out the Lamp" is so well told!"

He looked excited: "After I finished listening, I still want to listen to it again, but it's a pity that it's a little less!"

Cai Zhuo suddenly regained his spirits: "Thank you, thank you for liking!"

His heart was even a little moved.

"Then I won't bother Mr. Cai with your work!"

The sender leaves.

In the office, everyone looked over there with different expressions.

Song Fang frowned slightly, she glanced at the box next to Cai Zhuo over there, and then at the thirty or so letters from the audience that she was proud of in the last second.

She silently stuffed the letter into the drawer.

"Teacher Cai, amazing! There are so many letters!"

"What is "Ghost Blowing the Lantern"?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

In the office, many people talked about it, and some people came over to congratulate.

Cai Zhuo felt a little joy in his heart, and also a little happy.

Su Xiaofei also felt elated, she looked at Li Yuan who was standing there: "Why don't you leave, stand here, are you waiting for me to scold you?"

Li Yuan's complexion changed, and he snorted coldly: "Why, just such a small letter makes you excited?"

"What our radio station pays attention to is the audience rate!"

"Who knows whether these letters were sent by you to find someone outside at your own expense?"

"And the messenger just now, what did you say "Ghost Blowing the Lantern"? The name sounds like a boring story!"

Su Xiaofei was furious: "You!"

She hasn't spoken yet.

The door of the deputy director's office was pushed open, and the deputy director came from inside, holding an envelope in his hand.

"Next, let me announce the audience rating of yesterday's show."

(End of this chapter)