I’m Really a Superstar

It’s Monday.

Heaven is not beautiful, today is very heavy.

This is the first day of work for Zhang Wei. His suit is wearing a tie and once again came to the Beijing Radio Station and found the upstairs art and television broadcasting department. Their radio coverage is roughly the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region. There are also a small number of cities in the northeast that can receive frequencies. They can't match the central radio station, but they are far ahead of the local radio stations at the same level.

Leadership offices.

Zhang Hao gently knocked on the door and heard a voice coming in, and he pushed the door into the house. The person sitting behind the desk, Zhang Wei, had already seen it during the interview. It was over forty years old. Zhao Guozhou, he is also the person in charge of the literary and art broadcasting frequency, radio station or TV station. In this position, the capital city and many areas are generally referred to as directors. Of course, there are exceptions, such as Xiangnan Province in Xiangnan Province, and also called “Daochang”.

"leadership."

"Xiao Zhang is coming, sit down, do you have the documents?"

"All brought."

"Well, one will bring you to work, but you are not in a hurry. You drink your mouth. After drinking, I will take you to the office area to introduce to you."

"Oh, you are in trouble."

I simply communicated a few words, and Zhang Wei also paid attention to it.

After a long while, Zhao Guozhou smiled and led Zhang Wei to the concentrated office area of ​​the literary and art radio station on the same floor. The area is very large, about thirty or forty tables. Maybe today's programs are recorded in advance, everyone is also Nothing is busy, playing games, chatting and chatting. When I saw the leader coming over, they let go of the game at hand, and they all shut up.

"leadership."

"Leader good morning."

Everyone greeted them.

Zhao Guozhou nodded and took a picture of Zhang Wei’s shoulder. “Everyone stopped to introduce a new comrade, Zhang Wei, a fresh graduate of the Broadcasting Academy. Today is one of our members. Welcome everyone.” Although the Communication University is now called the Communication University, its predecessor was the Beijing Broadcasting Institute. It was only the name changed in recent years, so many people still used to call it the former title. "...There may also be Xiao Zhang’s alumni in the room, it is his Brothers and sisters, everyone cares for new people."

Everyone applauded and applauded, and some people had obvious doubts in their eyes.

Zhang Wei also said hello to everyone at the right time, and introduced himself briefly.

Later, Zhao Guozhou called a young man, and he was almost as big as Zhang Wei. Even if he was too big, he wouldn’t be older, but he wouldn’t have to look at it. The young man would be handsome. "Tian Bin, you are also broadcasting. Host, this time you bring a small sheet to familiarize yourself with the business."

Tian Bin came over and shook hands with Zhang Wei. "Hello, Zhang, if you don't understand, ask me."

Zhang Hao was busy with both hands, "Tian Ge, I will bother you afterwards."

Zhao Guozhou told Zhang Weidao: "Oda is the broadcaster of the "Deep Night Ghost Story" of our frequency. You can learn from him and help you." Previously, the literary broadcast late night program also had a ghost story, but the program seems to be Not calling this name, it seems to have been modified by the game ring.

The procedures for the walk went away. Zhang Wei went to the entry procedure. After finishing the work, it was already 10:30 in the morning, and he returned to his desk at the corner. According to the position of the corner, many people will grab it. After all, the leader can’t observe it. It’s convenient to be lazy, but this corner is different. Once here, it’s not far from the door. Second, there is a water dispenser next to it. Very messy. As a newcomer, Zhang Wei can't do anything. Although his salary as a broadcast host is higher than that of the editor of the same office area, the newcomer is still a newcomer, and there is no seat left for you to choose.

Tian Bin sat opposite him, separated by a baffle.

Zhang Wei left and right to see no things to do, no one to arrange work, he got up and asked: "Tian brother, do you see what I do or learn something?"

Tian Bin’s sigh of him has obviously not been the same as that of the previous leader. He does not like to take care of him: “You should be familiar with yourself first.”

"Oh." Zhang Wei is not good enough to ask.

When I went to the canteen to eat at noon, Zhang Hao also used the opportunity to greet colleagues in the office area. "Hello Wang, I have to pay more attention when I first came."

Wang Xiaomei swept his face, not salty, not faint, and turned and left.

Zhang Wei still wants to hold her hand with her, and the result is quite awkward.

Before passing through everyone's chats and conversations, he probably knew that Wang Xiaomei, who is about 30 years old, can be said to be one of the stars in the office area. It is a sister of their art broadcast. She presided over the words "The World" The star program with the highest frequency of listening rate, this is a column of human history, talk about ancient, talk about this, Wang Xiaomei presided over very well, and looks good. Although she is not as frightened as Rao Ai Min, but whoever sees it will also evaluate her with beautiful characters. Maybe Zhang Wei is not very cold to her, because Wang Xiao is pretty good looking, but it looks good but has no special features. The temperament is not enough. It is not a star or a half worse than his landlord.

Throughout the day, Zhang Wei was busy with interpersonal communication, but the effect was very small. It seems that everyone is not very enthusiastic about him, but there is nothing like it.

Tian Bin is like this.

Wang Xiaomei is also like this.

Zhang Xiaocai did not understand what happened until he got off work, because he accidentally heard a telephone editor of the literary broadcast and Tian Bin had a conversation with a pretty woman. That beautiful woman is 80% of Tian Bin’s wife. The two of them are holding hands. It may be that the unit picks up her husband after work.

"Tian Ge, how can Zhang Nai apply?" the telephone editor asked.

Tian Bin shook his head and said: "Who knows, looks like it."

The telephone editor said with emotion: "What is said, can this kind of appearance be broadcasted as a host? I don't know what it is like in Taichung. It is better for me to go on."

Tian Bin asserted: "That must be red."

The telephone editor echoed: "Don't say red, he can't take it to the program and say it. We have a fixed host for all the programs of the literary and art broadcast. He is the host of the agency at most. Come on, who is sick? Instead of one day, I want to have my own exclusive program? I won’t be able to do it next year, let’s go, oh, if the previous generation’s host was transferred to the news station, would he look like this? When hosting."

Tian Bin’s wife and daughter laughed and said: “Is this kind of person recruited? It’s really embarrassing.”

Tian Bindao: "Leader also let me take him. How can I have this work?"

His wife said: "Then he will ignore him, he can't get on the show, and it is estimated that he will be sent to other departments on some rooftops."

The monks walked away while chatting, but I didn’t know that Zhang Wei, who was at the door of the company, had heard it. Still looking forward to distributing me? Who are you! Obviously, the editors and clerk are all lucky, and other broadcast hosts also believe that Zhang Wei will not have achievements, or that Zhang Wei’s substitute class is no different from ordinary copy in their eyes, so they have this scene, literature and art. No one in Taiwan cares about him.

Who told you that I can't fire?

Who told you that I can't get the show?

Wait, I will let you see and see!

The pursuit of human life is the name and benefit, Zhang Wei is not greedy, only the name is not profitable, he will put all his efforts and energy on the fame, according to the game ring, "become the world's greatest star" The ultimate goal is to go on! Efforts will always pay off. Abandoning all desires is only for fame, and he does not believe that he can't mix himself! As for other things like money? Oh, what is the money, can you be famous? He has always dismissed as much as he looked at the dirt, and really didn’t care about the money outside of it. He really didn’t care...

Hey, wait!

Zhang Wei suddenly stopped at the steps on the west side of the station, took a foot and slammed a thing, saw no one noticed, bent down and picked up a dime paper ticket that was not known to be thrown on the ground. Into the pocket, continue to stride forward.

Yes, where did you just say?

Oh! Who told you that I can't get the show? what? Who told you?