Superstar

Chapter 90: Your mother calls you home for dinner!

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"I don't think it's that simple. Given the poor nature of radio and television, even if it is found that there is nothing wrong with the program, it will never be resumed so soon. Otherwise, how embarrassing would it be?"

"That seems to make sense. The Weibo post on Radio and Television did not say that the show would resume broadcasting!"

"Hey, look at Teacher Qin Hao's meagerness. He only said that we should lock the literary channel at ten o'clock on time, but he did not say that we should listen to the "Music and Art Miscellany" column on time. This seems a bit strange!"

"Hey, why do you care so much? Teacher Qin Hao told us to listen to the program, so let's just listen. He won't trick us!"

"Well, a star like Teacher Qin Hao will never cheat his fans! Don't you know that he spends all his money to treat his fans' illnesses?"

"Well said, you have no brains to support Teacher Qin Hao. Even if you dig a hole, I will jump down!"

"Yes, even if the program at ten o'clock is not "Talk about Folk Arts", I will still listen to it!"

"Even if what Teacher Qin Hao served was a bowl of Rexiang, I would still eat it! For no other reason than to support his charity of treating fans!"

Sun Wenlin had a great time these days. Without Qin Hao's disgusting cross talk, he felt that the air in the capital was much fresher.

"Don't look at Qin Hao, that kid who is always jealous. Look at what's going on now. I just made a phone call and even your program was suspended. What qualifications do you have to be as awesome as me?"

Sun Wenlin looked at the awed eyes of all the disciples in the room, and couldn't be more satisfied.

"Master... Master, something... something happened!" Dong Cheng suddenly stood up from the sofa and pointed at his mobile phone.

"Look at your talk, you're still talking about cross talk!" Sun Wenlin frowned dissatisfied and said displeased.

"No, Master, look, this idiot Qin Hao posted on Weibo..." Dong Cheng was very sad and ran to Master's side like a whirlwind, and said in a very rude way.

At this time, Sun Wenlin lowered his head and scanned the screen of his mobile phone, and was a little surprised: "The radio and television haven't issued a resumption order yet, how dare this grandson force himself to do it?"

However, to be on the safe side, he still called Wang Qun and informed the director of the censorship department about the incident.

Wang Qun was also quite surprised after receiving the call. He immediately informed his secretary to pay attention to the ten o'clock program on the Beijing Radio Art Channel.

Qin Hao is now considered a celebrity on the Beijing Radio Station. After this incident of losing money to save fans, more and more colleagues know about him and are silently following him on Weibo.

Even Zhou Xinyu, the director of Beijing Radio Station, is no exception.

He was also quite surprised when he suddenly saw this Weibo. Secretly thinking that the relationship between Qin Hao and Song Lei doesn't seem to be that good, and he even posted a Weibo post to let fans pay attention to Song Lei's show

Realizing this, Zhou Xinyu immediately called the technical department at the radio station and asked them to check again to see if there were any problems with the scheduled recordings.

Until this time, Zhou Xinyu breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was now in a high position and became the director of Beijing Radio, he did not dare to go against the wishes of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television.

Despite this, he was still vaguely uneasy, feeling that something was about to happen.

After a while, the relevant personnel reported back the inspection results: all recording programs had been scheduled and there were no problems.

As ten o'clock approached, all the listeners and fans who were paying attention to all this turned on the radio one after another. They wanted to know the purpose of Teacher Qin Hao's Weibo post.

Jingcheng Hospital, Ward 1022 on the 33rd floor of the inpatient department.

Wu Qingqing was sitting in front of the radio, waiting for ten o'clock to arrive. She had seen Qin Hao's Weibo a long time ago. She knew that Teacher Qin Hao had promised her that the cross talk would be broadcast as usual today, and she firmly believed that it would be like this.

Because she believes in Teacher Qin Hao.

It's ten o'clock!

An unfamiliar prelude came from the radio, and Wu Qingqing's brows furrowed, because this was not the intro music of "Talk about Folk Art" at all!

"Hello dear listeners, welcome everyone to listen to "Midnight Elegy" on time, I am the anchor Song Lei."

As soon as this opening speech was broadcast, not only Wu Jingjing became a little depressed, but the die-hard fans, cross talk fans and even some soy sauce fans who were waiting in front of the radio had the urge to turn off the radio.

Even Sun Wenlin, Wang Qun, and Zhou Xinyu breathed a sigh of relief, turned off the radio one after another, and then cursed in embarrassment: "This grandson is really causing trouble to labor and management!"

But on Weibo, it doesn’t seem to be so quiet!

"Haha, I really got it right. I'm ready to eat shit. None of you are allowed to steal from me!"

"Haha, I came here to see the reply from upstairs. This is better than the show!"

"No matter what, just post this on Teacher Qin Hao's Weibo. Even if I stay up late, I have to listen to this story to the end!"

Qin Hao’s haters are now also starting to blackmail without thinking:

"Tch, I was expecting some miracle to happen, but it turned out to be a bluff! Qin Hao has been a professional all his life!"

"Tch, I thought there was some excitement, but I didn't expect it to misfire in the end!"

Sun Wenlin's Weibo also published a Weibo at this time: "For some sensationalists, it is very necessary for the relevant departments to take some necessary measures. Without these smoky voices, I feel that the air quality in Beijing has been much better!" "

Seeing how little Sun Wenlin pointed out, Qin Hao's fans gave up and left messages under his Weibo:

"You're so numb! Why do I think the air will stink as soon as your Weibo post comes out!"

"You will tease your feet no matter what, and when some department bans you someday, why the hell are you still holding their feet and chewing on them?"

At this moment, a message suddenly came from Qin Hao's cell phone: "Everything is ready!"

Qin Hao also breathed a sigh of relief and laughed softly.

He also saw this Weibo post by Sun Wenlin, and he became playful for a moment. He immediately used a trumpet account and ran to Sun Wenlin's post bar to post a post: "Sun Wenlin, your mother called you to go home for dinner! Downstairs Please stay in formation!"

As a fan of Qin Hao, Wang Xu does not seem to be very qualified, because the navy under him are all alphabetists or digital partyers, and they have never had any sense of existence. But today, when he saw how arrogant this old guy was, he decided to teach Qin Hao a lesson!

Explode is his best method.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened Sun Wenlin's Tieba, I saw such a post.

"Pfft! Who posted this post? It's so interesting. Is Lao Sun still alive now?"

But for some reason, when he saw this post, he immediately felt like he was seeing a relative.

"Who wrote this post? It's so creative!"