Portable Intelligent System

With the fall of the voice of the female clerk, the office, which was full of discussions, suddenly became very quiet.

All colleagues tacitly cast their eyes on Zhu Xu. It is not worship or recognition, but a kind of banter. It also contains the mentality of passers-by.

Some colleagues even laugh unkindly.

After all, the sudden scene in front of us is so dramatic that we can't help laughing.

A second ago, Zhu Xu was still questioning the listening rate of children's stories; The next second, there are clerks sent a lot of letters to children's programs. Isn't that a slap in the face?

The most embarrassing part of the audience was Zhu Xu, who was clamoring to recalculate the listening rate.

He stood abruptly in the crowd, his face filled with righteous indignation no longer, but with incredible surprise.

Although he is still the focus of attention, he is no longer the fearsome editor in chief Zhu, but a real clown who only provides entertainment for the audience.

At this time, Wu Qinglian, who had been unable to bear it, spoke.

She raised her reader's letter and asked Zhu Xu with a smile, "editor in chief Zhu, do you still want to question the listening rate of children's stories?"

Zhu Xu didn't say a word, but his face changed from white to blue, from green to purple, and then from purple to white, and his cheek was burning with pain.

Under the scorching gaze of the crowd, he just wanted to find a way to get in or hide his face.

I have no face to stay here.

He's so embarrassed.

"Mr. Xu, you are really good! Thanks to you, our children's program has a proud day. It's good, ha ha

Back in the office, Zhang Wenming gave Xu Ling 24 compliments with a smile.

Ever since he was deeply impressed by the story of the ugly duckling, Zhang Wenming called Xu Ling "teacher Xu". This is a kind of recognition from the bottom of his heart, and no longer has the previous perfunctory attitude.

What happened today, in particular, made Zhang Wenming admire Xu Ling.

I admire his brilliance.

If Xu Ling hadn't come up with a wonderful fairy tale, I'm afraid that the listening rate of children's programs would not have reached the middle level of the station's programs in my life, let alone make a good show in front of my colleagues.

Zhang Wenming has devoted seven or eight years to children's stories, saying that there is no expectation is false.

Before, he was so decadent, mainly because of the bottleneck encountered in the program manuscript, unable to break through, so he abandoned himself.

Now it's different.

With the addition of Xu Ling and his wonderful stories, Zhang Wenming can see the hope again, and he is naturally full of confidence in the future of the program.

"Mr. Xu, all my colleagues in the stage say you are a bad luck star, but I don't agree. I, Lao Zhang, think that you are my noble man and the great savior of our children's story show. Ha ha, with you here, this show can't be taken away. "

Zhang Wenming excitedly spits out the foam, the star son spurts Xu Ling a face, still don't know of burst out laughing, in the heart that is smooth tight.

Xu Ling put out her hand to wipe her face.

Well, I don't have to wash my face at night.

"Brother Xu, I love your show. The story of the ugly duckling you told is so wonderful. After listening to it three times, I still want to hear it. "

"Uncle Xu, does the ugly duckling really exist in the world? Have you ever seen it? Can you take a picture for me? Baby really wants to see the ugly duckling."

"Brother Xu, Bixin! Tangtang loves you. I hope you can tell a good story to Tangtang tomorrow, crab

"Miss Xu, your story is very good. My baby likes to listen to it very much, but I wonder if there are any ugly ducklings in the world. Besides, ugly ducklings can really turn into swans. Are ducks and geese animals? I'm so stupid that I can't understand them. Please explain to me. Thank you very much."

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The recording time of the children's program is in the afternoon, so in the morning, Xu Ling is still very idle, so he will open the reader's letters one by one and read them again.

There are letters written by children themselves and by parents.

Of course, their letters basically have two common purposes.

First, praise Xu Ling's program is good, the story is wonderful.

Second, ask if the ugly duckling really exists.

Children are innocent and don't know whether it's true or not. How can parents ask such questions?

Is the IQ of adults in parallel world generally not online?

Xu Ling said it was very square.

At noon after work, Zhang Wenming invited Xu Ling to his home for dinner, but the latter refused.

First, Xu Ling doesn't want to trouble people; Secondly, the canteen food of the radio station is good and the price is cheap.

Two vegetarian dishes, one meat dish and a bowl of soup cost only five yuan. It's not too cheap.

Xu Ling took the plate and sat down in a deserted corner. As soon as he was about to eat, he saw an acquaintance walking towards him.

The person in charge of storytelling column is also Liu Xia, the former interviewer.

At this time, with two dishes of fried vegetables and a bottle of wine in his armpit, he walked to Xu Ling with a smile.

"Miss Xu, let's eat together?"

Before Xu Ling nodded, Liu Xia directly sat down, put the food and wine well, then went to get two wine glasses, and put one of them in front of Xu Ling.

"Have a drink?"

Xu Ling put down his chopsticks, raised his head and asked with a smile: "Yo, Miss Liu, how can I be in the mood to invite me to drink today? It seems that you don't want me in the interview

Liu Xia is not embarrassed, but to tell the truth, "we Mingren don't talk in secret. At the beginning, I didn't want you to enter the stage. After all, no one dares to ask you for anything that happened before. What's more, the person in charge of the late night program has a good relationship with me. I had dinner and drink with me a few days. Every time I got drunk, I would read your name and scold you thousands of times. You've done him a lot of harm. "

Whoa!

Xu Ling, who was drinking soup, sprayed it directly.

"Miss Liu, can we not talk about the past?"

Liu Xia squinted and said with a smile, "OK, it's OK not to mention it."

When he poured and drank a cup, Liu Xia said with emotion: "three days after parting, we should look at each other with new eyes. Now you are dozens of times better than before. I read the story of the ugly duckling. It's well written. It's very suitable for children's taste. It's said that the listening rate has reached 15 in the whole station. Congratulations, Mr. Xu. "

Liu Xia raises his glass to wish Xu Lingqing a happy birthday, but Xu Ling doesn't mean to drink at all. He stares at Liu Xia without blinking, as if he wants to see Liu Xia clearly.

"Miss Liu, if you have anything to do with me, just tell me. There's no need to beat around the bush." Xu Ling said with a smile: "however, you have a very right saying, I am really excellent."

Whoa!

This time it's Liu Xia's turn to spray directly.

You are not modest!

"Cough, well, I'll tell you straight. I really have something to ask you this time."