Superstar

Chapter 26: Xian'er from the literary channel

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Zhang Guodong then announced the names of several other programs. They were basically the same as before, and they did not cause any fluctuations.

"Here, I would like to especially commend Xiao Qin and his team of "Noon Story Collection" for being able to pull a tepid mid-day program into the top three in terms of listening rate on the first day. But it’s something that has never been done before, and I hope everyone can learn from Teacher Xiao Qin.”

Zhang Guodong took the lead in applauding at this time, and after a while, there was a wave of applause in the conference room.

Everyone present knew that Qin Hao had secured his position as the anchor of "Lunchtime Stories", and of course he would not be stingy with his applause at this time.

When Qin Hao returned to the office, he saw Song Lei sitting in his seat and sulking. When he was about to walk to his seat near the corner, Liu Ming jumped up from his seat and stopped him, saying flatteringly:

"Teacher Qin, you'd better sit here. There is a desk, which is convenient for you to work. Later, I will urge the logistics department to add another desk to our room."

Qin Hao was a little stunned at this time, but then he was relieved. Song Lei is the official anchor of the radio station, so he doesn't have to worry about himself. But Liu Ming is just an assistant, and it is definitely not a good choice to have a confrontation with him in this situation.

Thinking of this, he did not refuse Lu Ming's kindness and sat in his seat.

"Teacher Qin, please drink some water. I just took it. It's still warm!" At this time, Liu Ming had already put the water glass in front of Qin Hao.

"Haha, you don't need to be so polite. I can do these things myself. Besides, you don't need to call me Teacher Qin. I think you are a few years older than me. Just call me Xiao Qin."

"You are too humble..." Liu Ming lowered his head and smiled, no longer as arrogant as he was two days ago.

At this moment, Lin Xiaohui suddenly walked into the office and directed a group of staff to move a new desk inside and assemble it.

"Teacher Qin, according to the arrangement of the leader, I will be your assistant from today on. If you have anything, please tell me!" Lin Xiaohui smiled sweetly, and she indeed looked much more comfortable than the somewhat wretched Liu Ming.

Qin Hao nodded with a smile and said, "Okay."

After sitting in the new office seat for a while, Lin Xiaohui suddenly stood up as if she was playing chess or something, and said: "By the way, Teacher Qin, your program is at 12 noon, and you have to start now. Went to record. I have reserved the third recording studio for you, please give me the manuscript now and I will help you sort it out."

Qin Hao saw that her face was red and knew that she must have forgotten this matter before. Then he smiled and said: "No, you have been busy for a long time, so take a rest first. I don't need the manuscript."

Looking at Lin Xiaohui's surprised face, Qin Hao pointed to his head and said, "It's all pretending here!"

Qin Hao was actually not bragging. In his original world, he spent half a month practicing his broadcasting skills on "The Legend of Wukong" in order to interview at the Beijing Radio Station.

Although I couldn't memorize every word of the 150,000-word novel, I could at least memorize about half of it. Judging from the current situation, it can still last for a while. As for the subsequent plot, he still generally remembers it, and should be able to finish the novel successfully.

It's ten o'clock now, and there are still two hours before the show starts. He should be able to record four episodes. He must record the program as soon as possible while his memory is still very deep, otherwise he will be in trouble when his memory is blurred. .

Just as Qin Hao was about to walk out of the office, he heard Song Lei's arrogant voice in the office again: "Huh, what are you bragging about? Is this novel possible or not written by you?"

"Yes! Teacher Song, don't you know?"

Qin Hao's light words suppressed Song Lei's words in his stomach, almost causing internal injuries.

"Hmph, aren't the results just okay on the first day? But that is also guaranteed by the previous publicity on the radio. As time goes on, the listeners will gradually lose the freshness. By then, I will see if you are still so awesome. ?”

"Hey, you're talking about yourself. This kind of situation will never happen here!"

Seeing Qin Hao's confident expression, Lin Xiaohui's eyes almost had little stars.

Song Lei was so angry at Qin Hao's words that he took another breath and coughed loudly.

In a short time, the news that the book "The Legend of Wukong" was written by Qin Hao himself spread throughout the capital radio stations. After hearing that this time he went to record without a script, many staff members came here to see his amazing skills.

There are even staff from other channels among them.

Most of these people have also heard Qin Hao's last issue of "The Legend of Wukong", and there are also many people who are attracted by this novel. But if someone is able to memorize the novel without writing it, they don't think it is impossible.

However, it would be a bit impossible to interpret each character in this novel with a different voice. You know, this "The Legend of Wukong" is a dialogue-flow novel. Without a manuscript, how can anyone do this unless they are gods

However, when they saw Qin Hao's smooth broadcast through the window of the third live broadcast room, they finally believed that there was indeed such a genius in the world.

This caution caused a huge commotion inside the stage, and even the leadership was alarmed. After Zhang Guodong learned that "The Legend of Wukong" was actually the work of Qin Hao, he was even more excited and ran to the scene to watch it in person.

After seeing Qin Hao's performance, Zhang Guodong's face turned red and he kept exclaiming in his heart that he had found a treasure!

At this time, Qin Hao was completely famous on the Beijing Radio Station!

Even the hosts of other channels, even the cleaning aunts, and the janitors all know that there is a fairy in the art channel who never brings scripts when recording, and always records directly!

When he got off work, Qin Hao packed up and was about to go out. Unexpectedly, he suddenly received a call from his mother: "Son, are you off work?"

Qin Hao was slightly startled. When did his mother become so gentle? But he didn't dare to ask, so he could only smile and said: "Well, I'm going back. Do you always eat?"

"Son, don't rush back to the rental place. Go home first. I made your favorite braised pork today!"

"Mom, what's going on? Just tell me. I'm really uncomfortable with you being like this!" Qin Hao broke into a cold sweat on his forehead.

"You bastard, get back here quickly! What can happen at home? Someone from the TV station came and said they have something to do with you!" My mother got angry and roared at the top of her voice.