Portable Intelligent System

Because just now is running to come in the radio station, so Xu Ling at this time also some panting, slowly walked to the office, push the door moment, he was stunned.

Zheng Zheng ground even big mouthful gasps to forget, completely by inside of appearance to startle.

At this time, in Xu Ling's mind, the world has not experienced the Qing Dynasty, so naturally there will not be Ji Xiaolan. The word "eunuch" in the story originates from Ji Xiaolan.

In those days, a eunuch had to pester Ji Xiaolan to tell him a story. Ji Xiaolan was helpless and said slowly, "once upon a time, there was a eunuch..."

Speaking of this, Ji Xiaolan stopped, which naturally made the eunuch quite anxious, and quickly asked, "what's next?"

Ji Xiaolan said with a smile, "there's nothing down there!"

As a result, the eunuch's article came like this. The analogy is that half of the article is not written.

This kind of article, especially can cause the reader's anger, which makes Xu Ling some worried about asking Sato.

"You just gave up the last story?" Xu Ling quickly changed his tongue and explained to Sato.

When it comes to the last story, Sato reluctantly waved his hand with a wry smile, "give up, and few people listen to it. The general direction is wrong. There is no way to write that kind of East China story at such a level as me. Today, after thinking about it all day, I decided to ban it!"

Looking at Sato's lonely expression, Xu Ling patted each other on the shoulder, "don't belittle yourself. When you accumulate more experience, you will be able to integrate the cultures of the two countries and write a successful story of East China."

Get the affirmation of the elder, Sato's eyes also restore the light, heavily toward Xu Ling nodded, and then, thinking of his purpose, quickly asked, "elder, you see this manuscript, how?"

"Well, it's very pure, especially the words in it are in line with the characteristics of the Oriental countries. I believe that with this story, you should be able to make some fame. At least it's not a problem for your listening rate to rise by one percentage point." Xu Ling spoke highly of the manuscripts in his hand. The works created entirely with Sato's native culture are certainly much better than the hybrid ones.

Sato is full of joy, with Xu Ling's evaluation, back to his seat, rubbing his fists, waiting for his show.

After explaining Sato, Xu Ling began to prepare his own affairs again. Of course, the first thing to do is to send the follow-up written in the morning to his colleagues.

This is what he promised early on, and he can't wait for others to rush him.

As Xu Ling sent the manuscript, the whole office was quiet, and then they all gave Xu Ling a thumbs up to express their appreciation.

I'm always tired of the reform of my own program, but it's a good idea to relax once in a while. At this time, people's way of relaxing is also very unified.

Turn on the computer and watch Xu Ling's manuscript.

The formation should be as neat as possible.

While everyone was immersed in the tortuous and strange story, a very disharmonious voice came!

"Wu Qinglian, come out! Don't hide any more. I already know you're here! "

The voice came from the corridor outside the office. With the end of the shouting, the door of the office was kicked open by a middle-aged uncle.

The uncle looked around angrily, looking for the figure of Wu Qinglian in his mouth.

The middle-aged uncle naturally attracted people's attention. If you look at me and I look at you, you shake your head to show that you don't know him.

But it's one thing to recognize or not. Just kicking open the office door in front of everyone is a matter of face.

Fat Jiangshan took the lead, stood up and glared at each other, "uncle, who are you?"

Jiangshan's words did not make the middle-aged uncle keep a low profile at all. Instead, he pointed to Jiangshan and asked harshly, "fat man, do you know where Wu Qinglian is?"

Although Jiangshan is fat, only a few people who are very familiar with him will call him fat, and others will call him by his name. The reason is that he will run away when he hears the name!

"Hey, I'm so grumpy!" As expected, Jiang Shan, hearing what the other party said, rolled up his sleeves and rushed to the middle-aged uncle. Thanks to the preparation of the people around him, he pushed Jiang Shan down.

The middle-aged uncle didn't think that his words could cause such consequences. He felt that the fat man was going to rush towards him. He stepped back two steps in panic and closed his mouth.

Seeing that the latter was held back, he resumed his nature and continued to clamor.

After controlling Jiangshan, Xu Ling was relieved. Although the uncle was a little tricky, he was beaten by Jiangshan. It was not for fun.

Of course, it's impossible to let the middle-aged uncle bully and continue to make trouble without reason. Xu Ling stood up and came to the uncle, raised his hand and said harshly, "Sir, don't shout any more. There are all staff here. You have a great influence on our work!"

The middle-aged uncle is also a master who is afraid of things. When Xu Ling comes over, he doesn't shout. Then he hears that Xu Ling talks to him, and then straightens up, "you tell me where Wu Qinglian is, I won't cry here!"