With heavy snowfall and few people on the street, the bustling Zhonghai became cold and cold.
The Zhonghai TV station located on Weihai Road in the city center is extremely busy. The more people have nowhere to go, the busier the TV station is, and they are running for the TV viewers to watch the ratings of Lifeline.
A program is about survival or death, good or bad, advertising revenue is more or less, the director of the station looks at you whether it is good or evil... All are scattered on that number. It is cruel and cannot be faked.
And this time when the streets are empty, it is the moment when the stations are frantically competing for the audience. The producers and planners are racking their brains to try their best to entertain the public and fool the people, just for everyone's remote control not to leave.
In the evening, a yellow Porsche drove into the door of the TV station. The security guards did not make any handicap. Everyone knew that it was the car of the news project team, the Noon News and the popular host Yanjun at 7:30 in the evening.
Yanjun's surname is Zhang, but no one can remember her surname, because her stage name on TV is Yanjun, so no matter what she calls her.
She has never bothered about ratings. News programs never need to worry about it. Of course, she is not lazy because of this. Why is she famous for so many news programs in China Shipping? It is by no means just because she is beautiful.
The general news program host, or to be more precise, the announcer. They are straightening their bodies all day long, sitting in front of the broadcasting station, facing the machine, and then reading manuscripts without any expression.
But Zhang Yanjun is different. She is a full-time host. Instead of reading manuscripts in the studio, she prefers to go out, interview, investigate, find the truth, and help those helpless audiences to solve some practical problems. It made her feel more fulfilled and fulfilled, and she was more loved by the citizens of China Shipping.
In fact, Zhang Yanjun has always had a desire in her heart, that is to host a talk show. She feels that only such a show is a challenge to her reaction ability, knowledge level, and communication ability. Unfortunately, the station has never been there. Arrange the release date.
The yellow Porsche parked on the side of the podium. There was a parking space dedicated to her. Then, a beautiful woman with a golden wig and big sunglasses that could cover half of her face got out of the car. If Zhang Yuan was in You will definitely find that the female spy in the morning is the hottest host, reporter, Zhang Yanjun of China Overseas Television.
It’s also difficult for celebrities. It doesn’t matter if you encounter friendly passers-by, or come to join a photo and sign a name, but the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds. Zhang Yanjun once met and knelt on the ground. Those who complain with their noses, have encountered begging beggars who insisted on borrowing money, have encountered stalkers who do not make any sense, and have also encountered tabloid paparazzi who accompany them like a shadow.
So now when she goes out, she will wrap herself tightly, so as not to meet those boring people.
As soon as I arrived upstairs, the male host she matched with came over with a roll of press releases, "Oh, Yan Jun is here, I went to interview a high-priced school today, why have you been there for so long?"
"Oh, don't mention it. The principal is an old fox. He just couldn't answer the question. Later, he had to interview the students from one family to the next, and he was exhausted."
"Oh, then you take a break, and you will be on the show again in half an hour."
Zhang Yanjun nodded and went to her office. She took off her fur coat. She could see that the long skirt inside showed her slender figure. Then she took off the wig like a big hat and put it on a plastic mannequin on the desk. She took a photo of her exquisitely matched almost perfect face with the machine again, and her self-confidence immediately surged.
Putting down the mirror, Zhang Yanjun was about to pour a glass of water, and then went to the dressing room to patch up the makeup for the show. Just after two steps, the phone rang.
Zhang Yanjun took out his mobile phone and number from a shiny black Kun bag, hurriedly connected, walked to the window, and said coquettishly: "Grandpa~ I'm taking advantage of my time in the last festival."
The old voice on the other side was taken aback, "Isn't your show called News 8:30?"
"Grandpa~" Zhang Yanjun yelled unwillingly, "It's half past seven."
"Oh, hehe, old and old." The opposite old man patted his forehead, and said: "Then I will make a long story short. Tomorrow afternoon, when I go to Zhonghai, you must come and pick me up. If you didn't pick me up from Grandpa's plane last time, During the interview, I immediately boarded the plane and returned to Beijing."
"I know." Zhang Yanjun replied, and asked cautiously: "Grandpa, there is such a big thing here, is it suitable for you to come?"
"What a big thing! Didn't you just arrest a corrupt official? Although Fan Dasheng is a person I always value, if it is found that there is a crime, I will never protect my shortcomings, and I myself will ask the organization to punish me!"
"But it's still messy here. I heard that a fierce gun battle broke out in a town below last night. It's not safe." Zhang Yanjun tried to persuade her grandfather.
But she also knows that most of it is useless. Even if the danger is great, grandpa will not change his schedule for his own safety reasons. Just like the words he said after the shoe throwing attack in London, "Even if it is dangerous goods, I will Will not move a single bit!"
After a few words with Grandpa, the phone in the office rang again, and her work was always so intense and busy.
After answering the phone, he hurried to the editor-in-chief's room, and the editor-in-chief handed over a provisional manuscript. Zhang Yanjun didn't care to read it, so he hurried to her studio No. 5 and sat on the recording station.
Although the news is broadcast live at 7:30, each time I sit in half an hour earlier, and the recording will be slightly earlier, so that the host can adjust to the environment and adjust his emotions. At the same time, a makeup artist and hair stylist will simply handle it, because it is For news programs, makeup is not complicated. Zhang Yanjun often does it simply by herself, and she has confidence in her appearance.
"It's okay if you don't have pancake sauce on your face." Zhang Yanjun himself made a joke to herself. She still remembered the incident during the day, and she didn't know if the little sunshine boy chased the little beauty of the model.
"Pancake sauce?" The male host was scared, and fumbled back and forth on his face.
Zhang Yanjun, who was wearing a headset, smiled, "I didn't say you, I was handsome today." Then he waved to the bottom, "Ready, let's start."
Then all the lights that were too bright to open the eyes were turned on. The small studio was silent for a while, the small red light on the camera began to flicker, and then the dark place could be heard after the light, the voices of various departments, "Lights ,!", "Subtitles,!", "Video recording,!"
The editor-in-chief gave an order, "Go!"
Zhang Yanjun's crisp and melodious standard Mandarin immediately remembered, "Welcome to Zhonghai Satellite TV at 7:30 in the evening, good evening, I am Yanjun.", "I am Hailin."
After the routine greeting every day, Zhang Yanjun can broadcast the news, "First, the latest news just sent by the reporter. At 6 o'clock this afternoon, there was a vicious shooting at the entrance of Meihong Cinema on Meihong Road in this city. The young man was killed while walking. The police claimed that the case was related to Zhang Yuan, the only fugitive suspect in the Van Dasheng corruption case. It is believed that the situation is still under investigation. The police drew attention to the public. If the suspect is found, don’t act recklessly and promise. If you are safe, call 0 to report. The suspect is quite dangerous. Please see the suspect below... Zhang Yuan..."
Zhang Yanjun suddenly seemed to have his tongue stuck, my God! This is Zhang Yuan! What I saw this morning was this heinous guy who asked him for help, told him to throw trash, and made him touch his face! The cake seller! so horrible! too frightening!
When Zhang Yanjun was panicking, our protagonist Zhang Yuan was enjoying his teacher's meal.
Snow fluttered outside, but spring was boundless in the phone booth less than one square meter.
Zhang Yuan’s lips and Lin Xin’s red lips were squeezed together. The big black rubber-scented raincoat became their natural fig leaf. Under the raincoat, Lin Xin’s coat was already untied, and the woolen sweater and cotton sweater inside were also covered. Zhang Yuan pushed up violently. Zhang Yuan's hand was cruelly kneading the most attractive Xuefeng of Teacher Lin Xin. It was so soft, so warm, and so maddening. Zhang Yuan was like an impulsive little boy. The lion pounced on the fat white lamb.
Lin Xin has long been weak and unable to support her legs and feet, and her perfect chest is also her most sensitive spot. At this moment, she has already leaned her back against the glass wall of the phone booth, and feels the great pleasure brought by those two bad hands. .
"Teacher..." Zhang Yuan seems to have forgotten the danger, forgot everything, forgot that this is just a phone booth, and he can't help but whisper to the teacher, his lips have slipped from the corners of Lin Xin's mouth, and he kissed the slender white neck hard on Lin Xin's body. The faintly sweet fragrance became stronger and stronger as it went down, and Zhang Yuan couldn't help but follow the fragrance, occupying her most fragrant and mysterious place.
"You bad boy." Lin Xin couldn't help groaning when he heard that he was still calling her teacher, and closed her eyes like a dream, "Do you think... calling me teacher... is more exciting? Finally got the teacher...? "
Lin Xin said intermittently that Zhang Yuan’s movements slowed down, knowing that she had made a mistake again, and she just wanted to change her name to Xiaoxin, but she breathed out from her hot red lips, and said, "Just scream if you like. , As long as you feel comfortable, in fact... I also think you make the teacher more exciting, ha ha."
"Teacher... I want..."