Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Then he unconsciously leaned against the wall and rubbed his temples...

　　A wry smile on his face.

　　Good guy, this guy's mouth is really... terrific.

　　He has to slow down.

　　At this moment, he heard a lively scene in the direction of the backstage door. He turned his head and saw that Yue Yunpeng and Kong Yunlong were talking and laughing and walking towards this direction.

　　The two obviously saw Wu Shaobai, Xiaoyue looked overjoyed, and laughed with gossip on his face:

　　"¨"Hey hey hey, Shaobai."

　　"Look at your wretched appearance."

　　Kong Yunlong, who was one year older than Yue Yunpeng, rolled his eyes, and then spoke to Wu Shaobai:

　　"Shaobai, that one, you can do it."

　　"what?"

　　Wu Shaobai was stunned for a while, and asked in confusion:

　　"what happened?"

　　"Still pretending to be stupid~"

　　Kong Yunlong laughed:

　　"People will come backstage in a while."

　　"..."

　　Suddenly, Wu Shaobai knew who he was talking about, and instinctively looked at Yue Yunpeng.

　　Yue Yunpeng was also speechless, poking at Kong Yunlong:

　　"Didn't I let you tell others? What did you tell Shaobai! (Qian Zhaozhao)?"

　　"Nonsense, I won't tell anyone else. That's Shaobai's own girlfriend, what's the matter with me?"

　　"..."

　　Wu Shaobai's mouth twitched, and he looked at Yue Yunpeng without a smile:

　　"You're quick enough, Xiaoyue."

　　"Uh...hehe."

　　Yue Yunpeng patted his head and smiled, but at this moment, Wu Shaobai heard a familiar voice:

　　"Master, come here."

　　Turning his head to look, Yu Xuan was staring at him with a smile on his face.

　　"Master."

　　Wu Shaobai quickly greeted respectfully.

　　Yu Xuan laughed and waved:

　　"Come on, let's chat with my grandfather."

　　(Yesterday, I was confused by the code word, and I sent 119 directly after the chapter was posted. I was also drunk. The two 117118 have been updated. In the front, I made up for a short story, sorry everyone.).

Chapter 124

　　The evening of January 11rd, 55:[-].

　　Once again busy until late at night, Cui You came out of the company a little tired, stood on the side of the road, took a breath of cool air, tightened his coat, and beckoned to a taxi that was heading here. waved.

　　The company's performance was poor this year.

　　With the increasing popularity of the Internet, many programs that used to be rented to watch can be watched online.

　　This has led to the current VCD industry slump across the board.

　　A small company like him can only survive by importing some pirated CDs from abroad or from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

　　However, the smuggling and sweeping operation that suddenly started in Shenzhen in December led to a fault in the supply of goods. Now the CDs are all the last goods from the past... This has made the original scale of the company that was not very profitable and even worse.

　　During these days, he waited every day for the employees in the company to leave, and he had to search for some sources of goods or films by himself.

　　If things go on like this, Cui You feels that his company will go out of business next year.

　　"Ugh……"

　　Sighing silently, Cui You, who lamented that the money was getting harder and harder, got into a taxi.

　　"Tiantongyuan."

　　I told the taxi driver the address, he glanced at the cigarette in the taxi driver's hand, took out one and lit it, opened the window, and listened to the 877 on the radio under the warm air in the car and the cold outside the window. Advertisement, Cui You is full of depression.

　　The end of the year is approaching... but I'm afraid this year is going to be sad.

　　And when he finished smoking a cigarette, suddenly, he heard the advertisement on the radio turned into a recording of a roar of a beast, a scream of a woman, and the sound of hurried footsteps.

　　He was stunned for a moment, then asked the taxi driver:

　　"Surprise at midnight?"

　　"Correct."

　　The driver nodded.

　　Cui You threw away the cigarette butt and sighed with emotion:

　　"But I haven't heard this show for a year or two. It used to be good. At that time, I listened to all kinds of suspenseful stories on the radio every day, but in the past two years, I always feel that this show is a little less flavorful."

　　Hearing his words, the driver smiled while driving:

　　"Hey, we can only rely on the radio for our sports cars. If we buy CDs, we will get tired of listening in a few days and waste money. MP3s are too troublesome to talk about. Five dollars for only 20 songs, this group of people is crazy about money..."

　　When he heard the word MP3, Cui You also felt the same...

　　The main culprits for the shrinking CD market are MP3s and the Internet.

　　"These people are indeed grandsons."

　　He said.

　　And at this moment, suddenly, he heard a voice from the radio:

　　"Audio novel: "Ghost Blowing Candles", a group of tomb robbers...weird experience! Broadcaster: Deyun Society---Wu Shaobai. Recording engineer: Chen Yangyang..."

　　Ghost stories?

　　He was stunned.

　　Isn't Deyun Club a cross talk group?

　　Why are you still telling ghost stories?

　　But just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a conversation on the radio:

　　"To say... this tomb robbery business is not a treat for dinner, nor is it a fuss..."

　　Tomb Raiders...?

　　This profession is new, aren't all the people in Panjiayuan related to these people?But there are still tomb raiders?

　　Cui You thought to himself, but gradually... for some unknown reason, he was attracted by all the content on the radio...

　　And a mysterious unknown world... slowly opened the door to him.

　　……

　　After half an hour.

　　When the second episode of "Ghost Blowing Candle" just aired after some commercials, the taxi arrived at Tiantongyuan.

　　"Here, master."

　　The driver reminded Cui You, but immediately closed his mouth.

　　Because he didn't want to interrupt the content here.

　　not to mention...

　　It sounds really tasty.

　　The same is true for Cui You, although he knew that he had arrived home... but he thought about it and said:

　　"Master, let's walk around Tiantongyuan. I want to finish this passage."

　　"Ok?"

　　The taxi driver was taken aback for a moment, but it would be nonsense if he didn't pick up the job.

　　Seeing that some people are reluctant to get out of the car because of listening to the show, he is also happy to make money in circles.

　　So, the taxi driver continued to start the car, and while Cui You listened to the content inside, light flashed in his eyes...

　　……

　　In Yanjing Literature and Art.

　　Zhou Qiong looked at the one-hour program time that was about to end, and felt a little uneasy in her heart.

　　Time passed minute by minute, and finally, tonight's two episodes of "Ghost Blowing Candles" ended and entered the commercial time.

　　Her eyes immediately turned to the side.

　　Ai Baoliang, who specially came to the radio station today to accompany Zhou Qiong on duty, nodded:

　　"Together?"

　　"Okay, Teacher Ai."

　　Zhou Qiong immediately followed Ai Baoliang out of the broadcasting room. After the two came to an office in a quiet corridor, just after entering the door, Ai Baoliang asked:

　　"Liu, has the listening rate come out yet?"

　　"It's coming out, Teacher Ai."