I’m Really a Superstar

It's Monday.

Heaven is not beautiful, the smog is very heavy today.

This was Zhang Ye's first day at work. He was wearing a suit and tie. He came to the Beijing Radio Station with dignity and found the literary and art broadcasting department upstairs. The coverage of their radio stations is roughly the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region. There are also a small number of cities in the northeast that can receive frequencies. They can't compare with the central radio station, but they are still far ahead of the local radio stations of the same level.

Leadership offices.

Zhang Ye knocked on the door lightly and heard a voice of "come in". He pushed open the door and walked into the room. Zhang Ye, who was sitting behind the desk, had already met Zhang Ye during the interview. He was over forty years old. Zhao Guozhou, he is also the person in charge of the literary and art broadcasting frequency, whether it is a radio station or a TV station. In this position, the capital and many regions are generally called the director. Of course, there are exceptions.

"lead."

"Xiao Zhang is here, sit down, have you brought all the formalities?"

"I brought it all."

"Okay, I'll let HR take you on the job in a while, but don't worry, you drink water, and I'll take you to the office area to introduce you to everyone after drinking it."

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

After a few simple conversations, Zhang Ye paid attention to what he said.

After a while, Zhao Guozhou smiled and led Zhang Ye to the centralized office area of ​​the Art Broadcasting Station on the same floor. There is nothing to be busy, playing games, playing games, chatting and chatting. When they saw the leader came over, they put down the game at hand, and those who were chatting also shut up.

"lead."

"Good morning, leader."

Everyone said hello.

Zhao Guozhou nodded, patted Zhang Ye's shoulder and said, "Everyone, stop for a moment and introduce a new comrade, Zhang Ye, a fresh graduate of the Broadcasting Institute's broadcasting major. Today is one of our members. Welcome everyone." Although Communication University is now called Communication University, its predecessor was the Beijing Broadcasting Institute. It has only changed its name in recent years, so many people are still used to calling it the former name, "... There may also be Xiao Zhang's alumni here, who belong to him. Brothers and sisters, everyone should take care of the newcomers."

Everyone sparsely applauded and welcomed, and some people had obvious doubts in their eyes.

Zhang Ye also greeted everyone at the right time and briefly introduced himself.

Afterwards, Zhao Guozhou called a young man, who looked about the same age as Zhang Ye, and even if he was older, it wouldn't matter how old he was, but there was no need to compare his appearance, that young man was much more handsome, "Tian Bin, you are also broadcasting. Host, you have brought a little Zhang during these days to let him familiarize himself with the business."

Tian Bin came over and shook hands with Zhang Ye, "Hello Xiao Zhang, just ask me if you don't understand anything."

Zhang Ye hurriedly shook his hands and said, "Brother Tian, ​​I will trouble you in the future."

Zhao Guozhou said to Zhang Ye, "Oda is the announcer of our frequency's "Late Night Ghost Stories". You can learn more from him, it will help you." In the past, there were ghost stories in the late-night programs of the literary radio, but the programs did not seem to be the same. It's not called this name, it seems that it has also been modified by the game ring.

After all the procedures that should be followed, Zhang Ye went to go through the induction formalities. It was already 10:30 in the morning when he was done, and only then did he return to his desk in the corner of the wall. It is said that many people will grab the corner of the wall. After all, the leaders cannot observe it, and it is convenient to be lazy. However, this corner is different. First, it is not far from the door. Second, there is a water dispenser next to it. People come and go. Very messy. As a newcomer, Zhang Ye can't help it, although his salary as a broadcast host is higher than that of an editor, secretary, and secretary in the same office area.

But the newcomer is still a newcomer, there is no seat for you to choose.

Tian Bin sat opposite him, separated by a baffle.

Zhang Ye looked around looking forward to see that there was nothing to do and no one to arrange work. He stood up and asked, "Brother Tian, ​​what do you think I can do or learn?"

Tian Bin glanced at him, and it was obviously different from the expression of the previous leader when he was there. He didn't like to pay attention to him and said, "Familiarize yourself with it first."

"Oh." Zhang Ye couldn't ask any more questions.

When he went to eat at the cafeteria of his office at noon, Zhang Ye took the opportunity to greet his colleagues in the same office area, "Hello, Sister Wang, please take care of me as I'm new here."

Wang Xiaomei swept his face, hummed indifferently, and turned away.

Zhang Ye still wanted to shake her hand, but he made him quite embarrassed.

He probably knew from everyone's chats and conversations that Wang Xiaomei, who is about 30 years old, is one of the most admired stars in the office area. She is the first sister of their literary broadcast. Their star program with the highest frequency of listening, this is a humanities and history column, talk about the past, talk about the present, Wang Xiaomei hosts it very well, and she looks good. Although she was not as terrified as Rao Aimin's beauty, anyone who saw her would use the word "beautiful" to judge her. Maybe only Zhang Ye didn't have a bad cold with her, because Wang Xiaomei was pretty good-looking, but she was not very good-looking, and she didn't have enough temperament.

For a whole day, Zhang Ye was busy with interpersonal communication, but it had little effect. It seemed that everyone was not very enthusiastic about him, and it seemed that it was optional.

Tian Bin is so.

So does Wang Xiaomei.

Zhang Ye didn't figure out what was going on until he got off work, because he overheard a conversation between a phone editor of Literary Broadcasting and Tian Bin and a beautiful woman. 80% of the beautiful woman is Tian Bin's wife. The two of them are holding hands. They may have picked up her husband from get off work after work.

"Brother Tian, ​​how did Zhang Ye apply for the job?" the phone editor asked.

Tian Bin pouted and shook his head: "Who knows, looks are not enough."

The phone editor sighed with emotion: "Is it true that this look can be used as a broadcast host? I don't know what the stage thinks, it would be better for me to be on him."

Tian Bin asserted: "That Zhang Ye will definitely not be popular."

The telephone editor echoed: "Don't talk about being popular, he can't get the program or not. All the programs of our literary radio have a fixed host. At most, he can be an acting host and make a cameo. Who is sick? Instead of one day, you want to have your own exclusive program? It may not be possible next year, let's keep it up, hehe, if the previous substitute host was transferred to the news station, just his appearance? It's not his turn to enter the literary station Be the host."

Tian Bin's daughter-in-law smiled and said, "Have such people been recruited? It's really boring."

Tian Bin said: "The leader asked me to take him, how can I have the time."

His daughter-in-law said: "Then ignore him, he won't be able to appear on the show, and it is estimated that he will be assigned to other departments on the platform in a few days."

The three of them walked away while chatting, unaware that Zhang Ye at the door of the company had already heard him and spoke ill of me behind his back? Are you still looking forward to sending me? Who are you! Obviously, the editors and clerks were jealous of Zhang Ye's good luck, and the other broadcast hosts also believed that Zhang Ye would not be successful, or Zhang Ye, as a substitute host, was no different from ordinary copywriters in their eyes, so this scene was created. No one in the audience paid attention to him.

Who told you I can't catch fire?

Who told you I can't be on the show?

Just wait, I'll let you know!

What a person pursues in life is fame and fortune. Zhang Ye is not greedy. He only seeks fame and not for profit. He will put all his efforts and energy into fame, according to the game ring's formula of "becoming the greatest star in the world". Go to the ultimate goal! Efforts will always be rewarded, abandoning all desires and fighting for fame, he doesn't believe that he can't be a person! As for other things like money? Oh, what is money, can it be compared with being famous? He has always been dismissive and dismissed as dung. He really doesn't care about external things like money and money. He really doesn't care...

Eh, wait!

Zhang Ye suddenly stopped at the steps on the west side of the station, and stepped on something with his foot. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he bent down and picked up a dime paper ticket that someone had thrown on the ground. Get into your pocket and keep walking forward.

By the way, where did you just say?

Oh yes! Who told you that I can't be on the show? ah? who told you?