Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　A young man responded quickly, and after hearing the sound of a printer, the young man handed over a page of A4 paper.

　　Zhou Qiong took it over, and Ai Baoliang quickly focused on the numbers.

　　The first is a trend chart.

　　There is only one line on it, which represents the trend of the program after the launch of "Midnight".

　　From 0:00, the trend chart began to appear.Then there were no particularly huge jumps and the chart started to go up in a very steady trend.

　　The whole process is very smooth, there are no huge diving cliffs.

　　The last time the trend chart reached its peak was at 0:11, and then it was stable all the way... Even the advertising time did not decrease in the slightest, but remained at its peak until the end of the show at 0:55...

　　When they saw this trend chart, Zhou Qiong and Ai Baoliang looked overjoyed.

　　Today, because of the coverage of regional radio stations, the listening rate of the radio station has been compressed to a few tenths of the listening rate.

　　Yanjing Literature and Art gradually cannot compare to Yanjing Traffic, Yanjing News, Voice of Music on Tianchao Radio and other programs.

　　The market share was only 0.57 percent last year.

　　In this 0.57 listening rate, although "Midnight" is not on the countdown, the listening share is only 0.08%.

　　It's a lot wrong compared to other programs.

　　At present, the most popular program in Yanjing literature and art is Kang Dapeng's Happy Teahouse, with a listening rate of 0.16%.

　　However, although the listening rate seems low, user stickiness can be seen from another data.

　　In the shrinking radio market, listening minutes is the only way to measure a program!

　　The average user listening time of Kang Dapeng's Happy Tea House is [-] minutes, which is the name of the ace show.

　　And today's Midnight is...

　　The two looked down and saw a piece of data:

　　"47.9".

Chapter 125

　　"Mr. Wu! It's on fire! We're on fire!"

　　At 1:[-] in the morning, when Wu Shaobai received the call, he jumped up from the bed after hearing Zhou Qiong's words in a daze.

　　on fire?

　　where?

　　"Shaobing! Quick! It's on fire!"

　　He yelled...

　　The biscuits turned over in a daze.

　　Wu Shaobai was stunned... He looked around and smelled it with his nose, and then he realized... The "fire" came from the other end of the phone.

　　Looking at the caller silently... After discovering that it was Zhou Qiong~, he said helplessly:

　　"Miss Zhou, what's the situation... You scared me to death. I thought our house was on fire."

　　"No! Mr. Wu! It's not a fire! It's - our show!"

　　Zhou Qiong's voice was still full of excitement, directly ignoring the oolong made by Wu Shaobai, holding the listening rate list in his hand, and said to Wu Shaobai:

　　"The number of listening minutes of our program users is !! It broke the listening minutes of Happy Tea House! Although the listening rate has not yet improved, this is only the first day! When other programs on the station help us promote it tomorrow, the listening rate will definitely increase. Go up! Mr. Wu! Thank you so much! It's been a long time since "Midnight" has been listening to a program with more than 20 minutes! When are you free tomorrow! I'll treat you to dinner! Wow!!! I'm going crazy! Minutes! Mr. Wu! Do you know what this means?!"

　　"Uh……"

　　Although Wu Shaobai didn't know what the concept of this minute was, he could more or less guess the excitement in Zhou Qiong's voice.

　　only……

　　He glanced at the time and said helplessly:

　　"Miss Zhou, what can we say tomorrow... It's past 1 o'clock. I have to rest."

　　"Uh! That's right! Mr. Wu is abrupt, you rest first! Let's meet tomorrow and talk! I have to thank you! I'll hang up first, Mr. Wu, good night!"

　　slap.

　　The phone hangs up.

　　Wu Shaobai looked at the hung up call, shook his head helplessly, and lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.Within a few minutes, the breathing became longer again.

　　……

　　9 am the next morning.

　　Cui You, who hadn't slept much all night, stood at the entrance of Tian Paradise, looking left and right, his eyes a little anxious.

　　It's all 9 o'clock.

　　Why isn't anyone working here yet?

　　Don't make money?

　　He waited for a while, and finally heard a sound behind the door of Tian Paradise.

　　Then the door opened, and the biscuits who had just come from Yu Xuan's house looked at Cui You, who was standing outside the door, for a moment, and then asked:

　　"Is something wrong with you?"

　　……

　　quarter past 10.

　　Yu Xuan walked to the backstage of Tianyuan Paradise in confusion. As soon as he opened the door, he saw an unfamiliar face sitting on the sofa in the backstage.

　　On the other hand, biscuits and Xiaoyue are cleaning the backstage.

　　"uncle."

　　Seeing Yu Xuan coming, the biscuits quickly shouted, and then pointed to Cui You:

　　"This Mr. Cui asked Shaobai about the publication."

　　Yu Xuan nodded and extended his hand to Cui You:

　　"Hello, I'm Yu Xuan, Wu Shaobai's master. What's the matter with you looking for my apprentice?"

　　"Hello Mr. Yu, my name is Cui You, I'm the person in charge of an audio-visual production company. I'm here today to talk to your apprentice about publishing his novel "Ghost Blowing Candles"..."

　　Cui You looked at Yu Xuan's eyes full of light.

　　Like grabbing a life-saving straw.

　　……

　　"Master, I'm having dinner with Miss Zhou."

　　"Well, just finished recording."

　　"Huh? ... Someone wants to publish?"

　　"Uh, I don't know much about this, but the copyright of the audio and video really belongs to my uncle."

　　"Alright, then I'll give you my uncle's phone number?"

　　"Okay... I don't know what's going on. Anyway, according to Miss Zhou, the show is pretty good so far."

　　"Okay, then don't worry about it, just let him talk to my uncle directly."

　　"Well, okay, Master, then you hang up first..."

　　Hanging up the phone, Wu Shaobai didn't speak when he heard Zhou Qiong with chopsticks ask:

　　"Mr. Wu, someone contacted you to publish it?"

　　Wu Shaobai nodded:

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　　"Yes. An audio-visual product company wants to publish my audiobook..."

　　Saying that, he smiled:

　　"But Miss Zhou, don't worry, I understand the rules. If I really want to cooperate, I will also ask people from this company to come to us for literary and artistic cooperation after negotiating the copyright royalties. I will not publish a version, he If you want to publish it, you can just apply our set, and by the way, let him add the name of our show, so that it can be regarded as mutual benefit and common income, don’t worry.”

　　"Uh……"

　　Zhou Qiong glanced at Wu Shaobai in surprise... suddenly asked:

　　"Mr. Wu...Are you being so kind to everyone? Are you thinking of others in everything?"

　　Wu Shaobai glanced at her in confusion, and asked with a smile:

........................................

　　"What? Isn't that bad?"

　　"No no no, of course it's good, but..."

　　Zhou Qiong thought for a while, and then said:

　　"But your character... I'm afraid you will suffer in the future."

　　"Hi."

　　Wu Shaobai waved his hand.

　　"As the saying goes, being kind to others is being kind to oneself, and comparing one's heart with one's heart is the Buddha's heart. Isn't that how people interact with each other? I will come with sincerity first, that is, to give face to the other party, whether the other party likes it or not, he has to follow it. If you don't answer, or have some bad intentions, you don't give face. Right?"

　　"Well, that's true. What if you don't give face?"

　　Zhou Qiong asked back.

　　Wu Shaobai laughed:

　　"Giving face is one way to treat friends. Not giving face is another way. But I still believe that there are more good people in this world. But there are no absolutes, and bad people will definitely meet in the future. But anyway, I The idea of ​​being kind to others was learned from my master. He is the kind of person who treats you as a friend first. I think this is my master's advantage, so I try to do the same. But if I meet someone who is not a friend people……"

　　"What will you do?"

　　Zhou Qiong asked curiously.