Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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early morning.

Sun Xuan hummed, greeted people all the way, and came to the director's office.

The editor-director Lao Cheng, who was cleaning the table, smiled when he saw her: "Xiao Sun, are you proud? Did you see the ratings of the last current affairs debate?"

"The second issue hasn't come out yet, I just saw the first issue." Sun Xuan replied with a smile, then opened her eyes and asked: "Mr. Cheng, you know a lot of people, why don't you ask me?" ?”

"Ask for what?"

"I just want to know." Sun Xuan hesitated.

Lao Cheng curled his lips and said, "Ask the ratings in advance to find someone. Is Lao Cheng's favor so worthless? Or are you willing to invite someone to dinner?"

Sun Xuan thought for a while, and said, "You can have a working meal."

"Hey, you're rich, what's the matter, did the leader give you a bonus?"

"It's just our leader." Sun Xuan said flatly: "The last time I was sent to the west, I agreed to reimburse everything when I came back, but the result was like... well, it caused me to lose three months of salary..."

Sun Xuan looked in pain.

Xiao Zhuang, who was mopping the floor silently in the office, couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a low voice: "Sister Sun, the money for buying wolf skins cannot be reimbursed."

"You said don't call me sister, and you tell me to kill you." Xiao Zhuang frowned instantly, then raised his eyes and said, "Why can't the money for buying wolf fur be reimbursed? Do you know how cold it is over there? The guest house It’s a wooden bed with a thin quilt, and if I don’t buy two wolf skins to put it under, I’d have died of arthritis long ago.”

"Arthritis won't freeze to death, sister."

"Ah... look at me, I won't strangle you!" Sun Xuan had a fierce expression on her face.

Xiaozhuang gently put down the mop, covered his neck with his hands, and looked at Sun Xuan quietly.

If it was a kid with a smile on his face, he would probably be yelling "I can't kill me, I can't kill me, I can't kill me, I can't kill me, I can't kill me."

Sun Xuan didn't know what to do, ignored him, picked up her hot water bottle, thought about mentioning Lao Cheng again, and went downstairs to the boiling water room to boil water. There are many unspeakable sorrows in the life of a cup of tea and a newspaper. For example, you have to go to a place hundreds of meters away to fetch hot water... Otherwise,

Office life just isn't complete.

The life of old comrades is easier. Young people usually clean the office on their own initiative and consciously, help old comrades fetch water and pour water, and even help buy and heat meals. Generally speaking, the main job of the office is to take care of each other during the day. Life, good nourishment and weakness, go home and rest.

The life rhythm of editors and directors is relatively fast, but for Sun Xuan, after finishing a program just now, she can take a good rest for several days.

After returning from the boiling water room, Sun Xuan stopped by to get the newspaper. Without these things, the old comrades in the office would grab you to chat.

For a large unit like Beijing TV Station, newspapers are ordered from one office to another. In addition to the big newspapers such as "People's Daily" and "Guangming Daily" that everyone has, the editorial office also ordered a few relatively small ones. TV newspaper.

Sun Xuan first read various TV newspapers similar to internal publications, and when she found related reports about Lu Boding, she smiled happily, and then looked for other newspapers.

The young man in the newspaper receiving room did not rush, and after Sun Xuan finished reading, he sent an email with a smile, and said with a smile: "Miss Sun, the foreigner who came two days ago sent it over, and specified that it would be handed over to you, saying that it would be returned to you." A 'favor'."

When he read the word "humanity", he was tongue-tied.

Sun Xuan didn't hear clearly, and didn't care about what he called her Miss Sun, so she frowned and asked, "Be clear, what's going on?"

"Foreigner, one of the four people who came to our station to shoot two days ago came here in the car early this morning. I couldn't find you, so I followed the translator to find me." The boy in the receiving room said it again, tongue-tied again. He said "humanity" twice, and said, "That's what the foreigner said when he handed me the postal package. I'll learn from you."

"Favour..." Sun Xuan understood now.

"The foreigner owes you a favor?" the boy in the mailroom asked curiously.

"He's talking nonsense." Sun Xuan didn't want to admit it, lest colleagues in the unit think that he had betrayed some interests.

She quickly took the mail bag, checked the seal, recognized the word "Lite" written on the outside, and asked, "What else did he say?"

"It's gone. They are in a hurry to get on the plane, and the things will be delivered, and they will leave before you can go to work."

Sun Xuan silently nodded her head twice, looked left and right, and whispered, "Don't tell anyone else about this."

"What's so mysterious?" The boy in the mail room couldn't help asking.

"I asked him to buy something for me at the Friendship Store." Sun Xuan said nonsense, "Don't let others know, I'm sorry."

"Oh. Understand understand."

"It's a secret between us." Sun Xuan read aloud delicately.

The boy in the mail room opened his mouth and laughed, nodding his tongue was about to fall out.

Sun Xuan tore off the outer packaging of the mail bag before returning to the office, put the hot water bottle and newspaper on the floor, and continued chatting as if nothing had happened.

No one noticed that she received an extra postal package. Nowadays, people rely on the postal service for correspondence. Some people can receive dozens of letters a week, and there are some people who write letters on their desks every day.

Sun Xuan waited until around ten o'clock, thinking that it was almost time to get off work, and then tidied up the things on the table, stuffed the postal bag into the cloth bag she carried, greeted the people in the office, and then slipped away.

People in the director's office were always coming and going, there was no tradition of sitting in an office, and Sun Xuan's departure did not cause the slightest disturbance. It was past ten o'clock, and it was time to get off work.

After returning home by bicycle, Sun Xuan carefully opened the postal package to see what kind of "favor" the foreigner Lite had left for him.

Three videotapes.

It is all packed in a box and covered with foam plastic, which looks very well protected.

Sun Xuan took it out carefully, only to see that the Roman numerals one, two, and three were written on the shell, which was unremarkable.

She doesn't have a video recorder at home, but her sister and her husband's have one. Sun Xuan looked at her watch, got on the bike and went to her sister's house. Nowadays, people don't pay attention to calling before coming, and they live not far away. They just drop by and call people. Maybe sooner.

Hurrying to the eldest sister's house, it was time for lunch. Sun Xuan didn't care about the greetings from her sister and brother-in-law, but said in a hurry: "Let's watch the video first, maybe it's something important."

Thinking of the nature of Sun Xuan's work, the eldest sister hurriedly took off the red cloth on the video recorder, plugged in the power and turned on the TV for a while.

When the impact of the first video came out, all three of them were dumbfounded.

"This is... in English, right?" My brother-in-law sat in front of the TV with a bowl in his hand, watching the big foreign girl on the screen, and he was enjoying his meal.

"Wait until I get someone to come and translate." Sun Xuan said bluntly, ran out of the room, and went to the small shop to make a public phone call.

She thought very clearly that Lite is a reporter from the United States. No matter what is in the video tape he sent, it is not suitable for the colleagues in the unit to see it immediately. Therefore, Sun Xuan found a former alumnus come over.

Sun Xuan herself studied journalism, which is why she was assigned to work at Beijing TV Station after graduation. In school, the students in their journalism department deal most with the Chinese department and the foreign language department. Those in the Chinese department are used to revise manuscripts, and those in the foreign language department are used to find information. In this era when Digest magazine can buy 6 million copies, any information from foreign countries is precious and interesting.

Of course, if you want to invite talents from the Chinese Department or the Foreign Language Department to help, ordinary requirements are not enough, you must be... very beautiful. Sun Xuan has such appearance requirements, and she learned the art of inviting people very early.

A slightly coercive request quickly caught the gifted alumni who were still working.

Sun Xuan waited for a while at the entrance of the alley, greeted people first, and then told me: "You can tell me what you have translated, and I will decide whether to say it or not. If you agree, I will take you in. If you If you don’t agree, then I will hire another Gao Ming.”

Talent doesn't matter: "Of course you have the final say on what's yours."

"Okay, this is my sister's house, don't talk nonsense." Sun Xuan said, took an ice cream from the refrigerator in the canteen, and handed it to him, "Here's your reward."

"The reward is an ice cream." The wit exclaimed.

"Or else?" Sun Xuan's eyes fluttered, but he was pulling the talented man away quickly.

"Hey, you haven't given me the money yet..." The wit squeezed Sun Xuan's little hand, feeling excited.

"Given it, idiot!"

Sun Xuan scolded, but she was sweet in her heart.

ten minutes later.

After a brief recognition and introduction ceremony, Caizi held a pen in his hand and began to record while watching the video.

Sun Xuan and her sister and brother-in-law stood behind the talented man and watched. Anyway, they couldn't understand what was said in English in the video, so they used the translation written by the gifted scholar as subtitles.

"As a doctor who has participated in clinical trials, I would say that there are often patients who take the drug and still die. They are terminally ill patients anyway, but the problem is that it makes the rescue less important. It's difficult, especially electric shock pacing, which can hardly work."

"You don't know how many people died because of it, you have absolutely no information on that because no one does statistics like that."

"We're in the process of relabeling all antiarrhythmic drugs, and I'm asking my doctors to be cautious about it and not use antiarrhythmic drugs unless life is at stake."

"My advice is don't use it, never use it!"

Sun Xuan was dumbfounded, and asked a little bit: "What is this?"

"Hush...didn't you ask me to read it?" The wit listened to the conversation in the video tape very seriously, and if it wasn't, he even went backwards.

At this time, a beautiful female announcer appeared in the video tape. She spoke extremely fast, and the gifted scholar had to listen to both sides before writing a paragraph: "There are as many as 3,000, maybe More patients may die because of a serious drug problem.This drug was originally used to prevent arrhythmia, but according to the judgment of a biologist, American cardiologists found that this Drugs do actually cause heart attacks."

At the same time, a white and blue pill box appeared on the screen.

Sun Xuan felt like she was going to faint.

These days, in order to prepare for current affairs debates, she has read a lot of materials related to Lipodin, and the pill box in front of her has appeared in her sight more than once.

"It's Lu Bo Ding, isn't it? Is it Lu Bo Ding?" Sun Xuan grabbed the talented man's arm and shook it vigorously.