Xu Song, who was eating fried rice, raised his head and said, "Teacher Huang, I bought you two to three thousand yuan in takeaways. When will you transfer the money to me?"
Teacher Huang's face hardened, and he frowned and asked, "What did you say?"
"Let me tell you!" Xu Song suddenly raised his voice, "You already owe me two to three thousand yuan in takeaway money. When will you pay me?"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
This is the big office of the literary channel. The anchors who have scheduled the evening programs and other staff are all here, and they all looked over.
"You...you...you..." Teacher Huang pointed at Xu Song angrily and embarrassed.
"Your monthly salary plus bonus is 10,000 yuan, right? As for me, it's only 5,000 yuan. How dare you hit me!" Xu Song said confidently.
"I...I...I'm just asking you to do a favor." Teacher Huang has been a host for 20 or 30 years. He is actually very smooth-talking, but now he is just like Sister Zhao. , completely shocked by Xu Song's subversion.
"No, no, you are over 50 years old, don't you even understand the principle of doing your own thing? If you need others to do everything for you, what do you do when you get up every day?
My second uncle’s sister-in-law’s nephew’s cousin’s uncle’s son’s colleague’s neighbor was hit by a car that day. Even if he is hospitalized, he has to do more things every day than you. "Xu Song said angrily.
Teacher Huang pointed at Xu Song tremblingly. This time he couldn't even utter a word, and then he walked away clutching his chest.
【Ding! Congratulations to the host for gaining 9 popularity points. 】
Oh, there are extra gifts, not bad!
At this time, Xu Song was like Bao Longxing who had scolded the third aunt who had never lost a fight before asking for help. He was so high-spirited that he said to the stunned colleagues: "Who else?"
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."
Everyone did not dare to speak, and immediately lowered their heads and started doing their own things.
Isn’t this Xu Song an honest man?
I didn’t expect to attack people so harshly, I can’t afford to offend him, I can’t afford to offend him!
Xu Song, who had just sat down and was about to continue eating dinner, was patted on the arm. He turned around and saw that it was Sister Zhao.
Hey, want to find something wrong?
Unexpectedly, Sister Zhao smiled and handed Xu Song an apple: "Xiao Xu, if you eat some fruit after a meal, you will live to be ninety-nine."
"Thank you, Sister Zhao." Xu Song suddenly seemed like a different person, with a sincere look on his face, and he took the apple with a smile.
See, if the workplace is not in order, everyone will treat you as a soft persimmon; once you get tough, your colleagues will not only dare not instruct you, but will also try to please you.
...
"Team leader, it's not good. Teacher Huang suffered from myocarditis and was sent to the hospital!" A young man wearing a work vest and a headset rushed into the office of the on-duty team leader of Xiongxi Radio Station.
"My day, what's going on?"
The team leader, who was having a late-night snack with several staff on duty, almost spit out barbecue from his nose.
"I heard that I had a quarrel with Xu Song at night, and my heart has been feeling uncomfortable."
"This young man Xu Song still quarrels with others? Bah, bah, bah, now is not the time to talk about this. The most important thing is, where can I find the replacement anchor now?" The team leader looked at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. Forty, there are only twenty minutes left before the premiere of "Star Talk".
After spinning around a few times in a hurry, the team leader said helplessly: "Let deputy anchor Xu Song take over!"
"He is a post-2000s generation and has only been a full-time broadcaster for half a year. He has never been a big anchor. Can he do it?"
"The post-00 generation is so unreliable. Why don't we let Teacher Chen, who is about to go off the air, take over?"
"Isn't this nonsense? Teacher Chen is a financial anchor. You want him to host an emotional program?"
"That means you have more experience than those born in 2000, right?"
The staff nearby expressed their opinions.
"Okay, stop talking, let Xu Song go up, and whoever thinks it's not good can take the lead." The team leader got angry.
The director who received the instructions from the team leader on duty said through the glass to Xu Song, who had been waiting in the live broadcast room for a long time: "Xu Song, be prepared, you will broadcast alone today!"
The corners of Xu Song's mouth twitched and he almost laughed.
"Countdown preparation, 10, 9, 8..."
Xu Song calmed down and sat upright.
Because of advancing with the times, radio stations now not only have to take care of radio listeners, but also open live broadcasts to take care of the majority of netizens.
As soon as the screen lit up, Xu Song smiled and read the opening words:
"Stars light up, illuminating the future. Hello everyone, this is the zero o'clock program of Xiongxi Radio, "Star Language in the Starry Sky". I am Xu Song, welcome everyone, the program hotline is 2504444..."
At this time, more than a dozen viewers came into the live broadcast room:
"Elves who can't sleep, we meet again."
"Hey, isn't this Xiao Xu? Where is Teacher Huang?"
"Haha, Teacher Huang must be in trouble, so the post-00s deputy anchor finally takes the lead."
"It's not just the same thing. Just give everyone a meal of chicken soup and be done with it, without any expectations."
"I think it's not as good as Lao Huang. The post-00s generation has no life experience, so I'm afraid that even chicken soup won't do it justice."
"Haha, so what? Do you still think that those born in 2000 can rectify this program and make it more fun?"
"Forget it, I wonder if anyone has any good late-night program recommendations?"
"I'm afraid it's difficult to find good programs in the middle of the night."
"I'm in a bad mood today, and I don't want to drink chicken soup. I'd better go shopping on other platforms. There should be many beautiful and handsome guys broadcasting live now."
"Let's go together. Chicken soup is too heavy, so let's dance to relieve stress."
...
The director frowned.
The start was not good. There were less than 20 viewers in the live broadcast room, but 4 were lost in one go. As for radio listeners, this should be the same situation.
"Because Teacher Huang is temporarily busy, I, a post-00 generation, will be the host today to spend a wonderful night with everyone."
Although there were not many friendly comments, Xu Song was not panicked at all.
After all, the original owner was a talented student at Communication University and had been working at the radio station for almost a year. Xu Song had completely inherited everything.
"It's a good day today. A call came in so quickly." Xu Song saw the director's gesture and saw the intercom next to him light up, so he answered the call with some excitement.
A middle-aged man's voice sounded: "Hello host, I am an online ride-hailing driver and I am waiting for my order at the airport."
Xu Song asked: "Hello, master, may I ask your surname?"
"My surname is Pan."
"Thank you for your hard work, Master Pan. What story or mood do you want to share with everyone?"
Master Pan sighed and said: "Today is already September 1st, and the children have started school during the day. I have three children, and I have to pay more than 15,000 tuition fees in a week. I feel that life is very tiring. "
According to the program's convention, Xu Song should be filled with chicken soup, such as "Bitter first and then sweet, how wonderful it would be to enjoy the blessing of three children in the future", or "Isn't this the meaning of our life? Work hard and take care of your children slowly." Slow flowering” and so on.
But Xu Song is no longer the Xu Song he used to be.
