It's Monday.

The weather is not good, and today the smog is very heavy.

This was Zhang Ye’s first day at work. He was wearing a suit and tie, and he came to Beijing Radio Station again in a decent manner and found the literary and artistic radio department upstairs. Their radio station coverage is roughly the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region. There are also a small number of cities in the northeast that can receive the frequency, which is not comparable to Central Radio Station, but the number of people listening coverage compared to local radio stations of the same level is still far ahead.

Leader's Office.

Zhang Ye knocked on the door gently and heard a "come in" voice coming from inside. He pushed the door and walked into the room. Zhang Ye had already met the person sitting behind the desk during the interview. He was Zhao Guozhou, who was over 40 years old. He is also the person in charge of the frequency of literary and artistic radio. Whether it is a radio station or a TV station, in this position, Beijing and many areas are generally called directors, and of course there are exceptions. For example, in southern and northern Hunan provinces, there are also people who call them "Taozhu".

"lead."

"Xiao Zhang is here, let's take a seat, have you brought all the procedures and documents?"

“Take them all.”

"Okay, let's take you to join the company later, but you're not in a hurry. You can drink a sip of water and I'll take you to the office area to introduce it to you after drinking it."

"Okay, please give me a hassle."

After a few simple conversations, Zhang Ye was also very careful when speaking.

After a while, Zhao Guozhou smiled and led Zhang Ye to the centralized office area of ​​the Art Radio Station on the same floor. It was very large, with about thirty or forty tables. Perhaps today's program was recorded in advance, and everyone was not very busy. Those who played games and chatted. When they saw the leader coming, they put down the game at hand, and those who chatted shut up.

"lead."

"Good morning, leader."

Everyone greeted each other.

Zhao Guozhou nodded and patted Zhang Ye on the shoulder and said, "Everyone stops and introduces a new comrade, Zhang Ye, a fresh graduate of the Broadcasting College of Radio. Today we are one of us. Welcome." Although Communication University is now called Communication University, its predecessor is still the Beijing Radio College, which is only a name that has been changed in recent years, so many people are still used to calling it the previous name, "... There may also be Xiao Zhang's alumni here, who are his senior brothers and sisters, so everyone should take care of the newcomers."

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

Zhang Ye also greeted everyone at the right time and briefly introduced himself.

Afterwards, Zhao Guozhou called a young man, who looked about the same age as Zhang Ye. Even if he was old, he wouldn't be a few years older. However, he didn't have to compare his appearance. The young man was much more handsome, "Tian Bin, you are also a broadcast host. During this period, you brought Xiao Zhang around to make him familiar with the business."

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

Zhang Ye hurriedly held it with both hands, "Brother Tian, ​​I'll have to worry about you in the future."

Zhao Guozhou said to Zhang Ye: "Oda is the announcer of "Late Night Ghost Story" of our frequency. You can learn and practice with him more, which will help you." In the past, there was a ghost story on the late night program of literary and artistic radio, but the program did not seem to be called this name. It seems that it has been modified by the game ring.

After leaving the procedures that should be left, Zhang Ye went to go through the entry procedures. After finishing all these, it was already 10:30 in the morning, so he returned to his desk in the corner. It was said that many people would rob the corner of the wall. After all, the leader could not observe it, and it was convenient to be lazy. But the corner of the wall was different. First, here is not far from the door, and second, there is a water dispenser next to it, and people were very confused. As a newcomer, Zhang Ye had no choice. Although his salary as a broadcast host is higher than that of the editor and secretary in the same office area, the newcomer is still a newcomer and there is no seat for you to choose.

Tian Bin sat opposite him, across from a baffle.

Zhang Ye looked around and saw that there was nothing to do and no one assigned the job, so he stood up and asked, "Brother Tian, ​​see what I do or what I learn?"

Tian Bin looked at him and it was obviously different from the previous leader's expression. He didn't like to pay attention to him and said, "You can get familiar with it yourself first."

"Oh." Zhang Ye didn't know how to ask more questions.

When Zhang Ye took the opportunity to greet his colleagues in the same office area when he went to the canteen for lunch, he took the opportunity to meet him, "Hello Sister Wang, I'm a newcomer, please take care of me."

Wang Xiaomei swept his face, nodded calmly, and turned around and left.

Zhang Ye wanted to shake her hands, but she even made herself very embarrassed.

He probably understood through everyone's chats and conversations before that Wang Xiaomei, who is about 30 years old, is one of the most popular stars in the office area. She is considered the number one sister of their literary and artistic radio. The "Talk about the World" hosted by her is their most frequently listened to star program. This is a humanistic and historical column. Talking about the ancients and the present, Wang Xiaomei hosted very well and looked good. Although she is not as beautiful as Rao Aimin, who will evaluate her with the word "beauty". Maybe only Zhang Ye is not very fond of her, because Wang Xiaomei is pretty and pretty, but she has no characteristics. She is not as good-looking as her landlady. She is not a little worse than his landlady aunt.

For a whole day, Zhang Yequan was busy with interpersonal communication, but the effect was very little. It seemed that everyone was not very enthusiastic about him and was dispensable.

Tian Bin is like this.

The same is true for Wang Xiaomei.

It was not until after get off work that Zhang Ye understood what was going on, because he accidentally heard a conversation between a telephone editor of the Literary Radio and Tian Bin and a beautiful woman. The beauty was probably Tian Bin's wife, and the two of them held hands, maybe it was the one who picked up her husband after get off work.

"Brother Tian, ​​how did Zhang Ye apply for the job?" asked the telephone editor.

Tian Bin curled his lips and shook his head, "Who knows, he looks so bad."

The telephone editor sighed: "What I said is that you can be a broadcaster with such a look? I don't know what the station thinks, so it's better for me to make him go."

Tian Bin asserted: "Then Zhang Ye will definitely not be popular."

The telephone editor echoed: "Don't say it's popular, he will just say whether he can get the program or not. All the programs on our Literary Radio have fixed hosts. At most, he will be an agent and host, and make a guest appearance. Who will replace him if he is sick for a day? Want to have his own exclusive program? It may not be possible next year. Let's wait. Haha, if the previous class host was transferred to the news station, just his appearance? It wouldn't be his turn to enter the Literary TV station to be a host."

Tian Bin's wife smiled and said, "Have you recruited such people? It's so hard."

Tian Bin said: "The leader asked me to take him, how could I have the time?"

His wife said, "Then don't pay attention to him. If you can't play the show, you will probably be sent to other departments on the rooftop."

The three of them left while chatting, not knowing that Zhang Ye, who was at the door of the company, had heard it, and was talking bad about me behind his back. He was still looking forward to posting me? Who are they? Obviously, the editor and clerk were jealous of Zhang Ye's luck, and other broadcasters also believed that Zhang Ye would not achieve success, or that Zhang Ye, the substitute host, was no different from ordinary copywriting in their eyes, so this scene occurred, and no one in the art station paid attention to him.

Who told you that I can't become popular?

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

Wait, I'll let you see it!

What a person pursues in his life is fame and fortune. Zhang Ye is not greedy, only seeking fame but not profit. He will focus all his efforts and energy on becoming famous, and move on according to the ultimate goal of "becoming the greatest star in the world" set by the game ring! Work will always pay off. If you abandon all desires and fight for fame, he doesn't believe that he can't make a personal appearance! As for other things like money? Haha, what is money? Can it be compared with being famous? He has always disdained and treated it as dirt, and really doesn't care about money at all, and he really doesn't care about external things like money, really...

Alas, wait!

Zhang Ye suddenly stopped at the steps west of the station and stepped on something. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he bent down and picked up a dime paper ticket that someone threw on the ground sneakily and stuffed it into his pocket, and continued to strode forward.

By the way, where did you just talk about it?
Chapter completed!