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Chapter 69 The Name of Bole

Wu Zuojun made a depressing move: "Xiao Li, don't worry. I haven't finished speaking yet. We can see the current problems of literary and artistic frequency. It's not just the problem of literary and artistic frequency. Recognizing your own problems is only the first step. How to solve the problem is the key. I have always had an idea to carry out drastic reforms on some outdated columns that cannot keep up with the development of the current era. I think that your major frequencies should be mutually connected and help each other. You can't just bury your head in your own small circle. You should broaden your horizons, let alone our small radio stations, even if the city is still paired up to help."

Li Haixia raised her hand a little higher, and she wanted to speak very much.

Wu Zuojun was a little displeased: "Xiao Li, the biggest problem with your literary and artistic frequency is that you are self-confidence and cannot always lie on the credit book of the past. The most brilliant time of literary and artistic frequency was already the last century. Since the 21st century, your listening rate has been declining. It seems that there has been no column that breaks the second in a long time, right?"

Traffic Frequency Director Luo Peihong suddenly widened his eyes and lowered his head to approach the listening rate report.

News Director Yuan Jianguo habitually touched the back of his head with the report in one hand.

Li Haixia said: "Wu Tai, we have a column listening rate that has exceeded 2 this week."

Wu Zuojun smiled and said, "Is there any? Nostalgic Franchise?" As the director, he is very familiar with the ace columns of various frequencies.

At this time, Han Dong returned to Wu Zuojun and whispered in his ear.

The smile on Wu Zuojun's face froze. He picked up the listening rate report and read it again. Because there were too many data on it, he couldn't find it for a while, so Han Dong had to point it to him.

吴作军定睛望去.

"Fiction Continuous Broadcast" has a listening rate of 3.5 on Saturday and a listening rate of 3.9 on Sunday.

Wu Zuojun thought he might have read it wrong, so he took off his myopia mirror and looked it up again. Yes, it was clearly written on it. The column with the highest listening rate last week was "Fiction Continuous Broadcast".

However, the listening rate of this program was only 0.3 on Monday, 0.3 on Tuesday, suddenly rose to 2.0 on Wednesday, 2.0 on Thursday, 1.1 on Friday, and broke through three consecutively on Saturday and Sunday. Sunday created the highest single-day listening rate in Taiwan, and also tied the highest listening rate record of Pengcheng Radio this year.

After Wu Zuojun was convinced that he had read it correctly, he thought that there was an error in the statistics. Such data was unheard of and unseen, but it appeared on their statistical reports.

He glanced at Han Dong, and Han Dong nodded, indicating that the statistics were accurate.

Only then did Wu Zuojun realize that he had an awkward incident today, not because "You Are Along the Way" did not set the highest point in the second half of the year, but because of the frequency of literature and art, it was not a dark horse, to be precise, this column has been around for a long time.

Wu Zuojun thought for a while and asked: "Is "Novels" the column hosted by Wu Xuanqi?"

Li Haixia said: "Because Comrade Wu Xuanqi resigned, I have arranged for a new anchor to take over his job from Wednesday."

This sentence is a pun. One is to show that the achievements have nothing to do with martial arts selection, and the other is to show that the new anchor was chosen by himself and his vision is still very good.
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