"Oh, Xiao Xiao is back." Du Peng was the first to stand up to greet him: "What's wrong with you getting a box? Where did you pick it up."

Xiao Yiruo is walking in the pace of recognizing his relatives,

Bang!

Putting the cardboard box on the table in the middle, screenwriter Chen got up and looked at it, and immediately turned around: "You called Xiao Xiao, and you will call him Brother Xiao in the future."

Du Peng was puzzled and walked up to him: "Mr. Xiao, did you buy it out of your own pocket?"

The other people looked at the boxes of office utensils and were amazed. Everyone had experienced Sister Yao's excellence. Few people on the entire TV station could enjoy this treatment. Especially Comrade Xiao Xiao accidentally offended the other party at the beginning, how could he receive so much?

"Open your eyes and see if it's the brand we use." Xiao Yiruo took out the marker.

"How did it do it?" Du Peng was quite curious.

"you guess."

"Sister Yao is in a good mood today?"

"You can try it."

"Impossible. I went to the next door to borrow tea. The young man came back because he had to get things. His hands were empty and he was dejected." Someone said next to him.

"Did you catch Sister Yao's handle?" Du Peng's mind was full of ideas.

Xiao Yiruo pushed him and said, "Don't talk nonsense, let's discuss it. You can take care of the preparations in the future. What should I do if I give it to me?"

Du Peng's eyes rolled quickly and thought: "Wait, I'll call."

After saying that, he walked away.

Sister Chen was also curious: "There are a lot more things inside than we do. To be honest, Xiao Xiao, how did you convince her to come?"

Xiao Yiruo did not hide it, and he roughly explained the process.

Everyone knew it, but they had some misunderstandings.

Xiao Yiruo omitted the technical link, showing that he had flattered the right thing. Sister Yao happened to buy a bracelet and showed it out properly in front of many people, especially leaving room for the price, earning enough face.

"Okay, Xiao Xiao, I thought you used a handsome trick." The director was also joining in the fun.

"Things are not."

Du Peng came back happily over there: "I asked the same-time student from the TV station next door. Xiao Xiao is OK. I heard that you are in the logistics department. Although the few behind you didn't give me any good looks, you got all the things."

Xiao Yiruo raised his eyebrows: "What do you say?"

"We will be fixed in the future."

After laughing and making a fuss, the director clapped a few times: "Have a meeting."

There were few people and I worked together for a long time, but there was nothing to do with it. The director sat in the first place and saw everyone, and started talking directly.

This is a weekly meeting. As a radio midnight program, there are not so many requirements and meetings are not so frequent.

The content process remains basically unchanged.

First, Du Peng gave feedback on the audience's opinions last week. This was done by two interns and compiled a few pages of PPT, which was quite simple.

It’s nothing more than which story has received good reviews, and which story has no feeling at all.

Next, the screenwriter will take out the stories he has sorted out in the week and discuss them together. The ones left will be left for broadcast next week.

Finally, the director spoke, conveyed the instructions from the station, and arranged the next work, which is how it is.

However, today is a little different. When Du Peng was about to pick up USB, screenwriter Chen Jie shook his head and asked him to sit down. The two of them waited quietly without saying anything.

"Tell me something," the director picked up the big cup and drank a sip of tea: "Our show has been going on for several years now, and it is still going well. It is inseparable from the efforts of everyone present. Come and applaud yourself."

It wasn't too enthusiastic. Du Peng touched Xiao Yiruo under the table and gave him a look.

"What's the situation? Is there something happening?"

Xiao Yiruo shook his head slightly. He was also an intern, so he didn't know what was going on, but he also instinctively felt something was wrong.

Because the host of the show, Wang Qinghua, was not present, he would appear normally.

This made me feel excited. If something happened to the show, they didn't know where to go.

The director soon deciphered the secret that Wang Qinghua was considered an internal tune, but was taken aback by other programs and left.

Sister Chen sighed: "Hey, this is already the first one. The slightly better seedlings were taken away, and they didn't care about our lives or death."

The director is also helpless. The reason is very simple. The listening rate is not good. The radio station has a total of eleven programs throughout the day, and they are basically at the bottom. Wang Qinghua wants to go to morning transportation and needs to get up early every day to broadcast live. However, the listening rate is one of the best in the station, so he is naturally willing to go there.

The most important thing is that you don’t have any reason to stop people. If you go to a higher place, you can’t stop others’ future.

"Who is here?" someone asked.

"This time, there is a little different. There is no suitable host for the moment. The meaning of the station is to let us do it."

"Oh, I don't give money or people, so I'll just stop the show." Someone said anger.

Xiao Yiruo was trampled by Du Peng again, and the fat man tried hard to widen his eyes: Your chance is here.

That's right, he was also a little excited when he heard the host left. Isn't it just about broadcasting? Seniors are promoted and no one comes to replace him. This is indeed a good opportunity for him.

Unconsciously straightened his waist, looking like he wanted to be noticed but did not want to express his feelings.

The director saw it, but didn't say anything, just smiled faintly.

"What should we do now?"

"The show will continue, and I have agreed to Wang Qinghua that it will record it for two consecutive days," the screenwriter replied on his behalf: "However, what Director Zhang and I mean is that we are a little fed up.

If we continue to follow the old path before, we will still be at the bottom of the year. Every time we hold a big meeting, we only dare to hide in the corner, and we will criticize each time, but we will not have any reward.

You still go to work every day, with less salary and bonus than others, I believe you have complaints in your heart."

Except for the two interns, they were nodding.

It's really atrocity. No matter when working on a TV or a radio station, they always keep their chests straight and proud when they go out, but they are very hesitant because there are too many people who have never heard of them.

Compared with performance of ordinary companies, radio stations naturally have the listening rate, which is at the bottom for a long time, which makes everyone feel that they are shorter and they have no confidence in speaking.

"What's the solution to the twelve o'clock program? We can do it even if we change the time period."

"You can't say that," Director Zhang was quite kind and rarely angry: "You don't seem to pay much attention to radio stations in other cities, such as Su City, and Qin'an. Their midnight channel is very exciting, and some can rank in the top three in local radio stations.

This meeting is mainly about working together. Everyone should take advantage of this time to think more and see more about what content and form are suitable for midnight periods.

Our show..."

He looked at everyone and said word by word.

“Reform is needed!”
Chapter completed!