"Everywhere! We are all our own people! It should be! It should be!"
The donkey-faced man said with a smile.
…
Zhang Haidong didn't know this. After he sorted out the manuscript, he finally went downstairs.
Du Xiaoyin bought him a scooter so he could ride it to work.
After arriving at the unit, my colleagues had already finished get off work.
There are only three people on duty.
"coming.
That's your new studio over there, go in yourself.
It starts on time at ten o'clock."
Wang Xingze, a veteran employee, said.
Zhang Haidong entered the studio.
He is too lazy to talk more. Now he only has one dream, which is to spread the classic culture of online literature and make money.
I just want to make money!
Zhang Haidong took a deep breath and held the manuscript in his hand.
When the time just reached ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Haidong finally turned on the broadcast microphone: "Dear listeners, good evening everyone.
I am the host of the new column New School Novels, my name is Dongdong.
Starting today, I will bring you a column about new-school novels.
The novels here are far from the mainstream novels on the market, but in terms of relevance, I believe these novels are more relevant to the public.
You will be mesmerized for sure!”
As soon as his soft and emotional voice came out, he won the favor of the audience in front of the cash register station.
After listening to the emotional program, everyone was ready to go to bed.
Upon hearing this, some of the audience cheered up.
"Isn't this new announcer bragging? Compared with the novels on the market, is it more relevant to the public?
Good guy, if you put Jin Guliang Wen there, he has the ability to publish a book and make a TV series!"
Someone in front of the radio station immediately retorted.
"You're so bragging! Anyone can be an announcer these days."
"I'm very interested to see what this anchor is like.
New novel?"
"This announcer looks so familiar! It seems like... it seems like the cheater who told the fairy tale the day before yesterday?"
The listeners in front of the radio station were still attracted by Zhang Haidong.
Of course, Zhang Haidong couldn't hear those ridicules and slanders.
"Okay, so this time I have prepared a few manuscripts, and I decided to find a lucky listener to connect and let him take a look. That novel is more suitable for you now."
After Zhang Haidong finished speaking, he gently stretched out his hand, and soon, a lucky audience member was connected.
"Hello!"
"Hello announcer!"
"Excuse me, what kind of new genre novels do you want to hear."
Zhang Haidong asked with a smile.
"Uh... I don't know what novels there are in the new genre yet. Can you tell me more specifically?"
The lucky listeners of the connection were also introduced by Zhang Haidong.
"The novels of the new genre include the fantasy of the world of high martial arts, the immortals who practice Taoism and become immortals, the supernatural who digs graves, and the city where they roam freely..."
Zhang Haidong introduced one school after another.
"As for Gao Wu, to be honest, we listen to martial arts every day and don't want to listen to Gao Wu for the time being.
Digging graves, digging graves...
I'm interested in this."
said the lucky listener.
Something fresh!
Who doesn't like it!
Zhang Haidong smiled faintly, and then said: "During the ancient Three Kingdoms period, there was an industry called Jinxiaowei, which specialized in robbing ancient tombs to raise military pay for the army.
However, there is both a heaven-defying curse and the secret of immortality in the ancient tomb..."
Zhang Haidong lowered his tone to create a sense of mystery.
Most tomb-robbing novels create suspenseful plots.
Isn't it the most exciting thing in the middle of the night when there are secrets in the horror?
"Okay! I want to listen to novels of this genre!"
said the lucky spectator.
After hanging up the connection, Zhang Haidong spoke in a low tone: "Tomb robbing is commonly known as back-and-forth fighting in the industry. As the saying goes: Don't fight back-and-forth when you can't win, and you can't touch gold when the rooster crows and the lights go out.
This story is called Ghost Blowing the Lamp.
It started from the descendants of a tomb robber.
My grandfather’s name is Hu Guohua. The ancestors of the Hu family were famous big landowners from all over the country. During the most glorious period, they bought more than 40 houses connected by three alleys in the city. During this period, there were also some officials and businessmen.
He was the assistant who donated grain to the former Qing Dynasty and helped with the trough transportation.
There is a folk proverb: "You can only be rich for three generations."
This is very reasonable. Even if the family has gold and silver, it cannot withstand the squandering of the prodigal descendants..."
Zhang Haidong slowly told the story using the first person voice of a ghost blowing out a lamp.
The first person has the strongest sense of substitution in the novel!
"Good guy, me?
Could it be the announcer’s real experience?”
"This perspective is great! It's much better than those manuscripts from God's perspective!"
"Wow! It's so real!"
"Husband, pay the public food!"
"Hush! I'll meet you later! Come here and listen to the ghost blowing out the lamp!"
In front of the radio station, everyone was shocked by Zhang Haidong's new perspective and sense of suspense. Unknowingly, the listeners who were about to turn off the radio and disperse now stood quietly in front of the radio station, listening to the ghost blowing the lamp.
story.
Everyone was fascinated.
"At that time, the Taoist dug out the female ghost's heart in one fell swoop.
This is how my grandfather left his life..."
When they heard this, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Hu Guohua was not a thing, fortunately he survived.
Next, there are ancient tombs in the mountains.
The rhythm of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" is very tight, so the listeners in front of the radio station were unable to stop listening to it for a while.
Unknowingly, more and more people have joined the ranks of late-night listeners.
When he finished talking about the nine-story demon tower, Zhang Haidong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I talked about seven chapters and more than 10,000 words.
Seven chapters can be taught in one and a half hours, which is quite fast.
This is the good thing about night programs, at least they give you enough time to speak.
"Okay, dear listeners, that's all for today's ghost blowing out the lamp. We'll see you tomorrow."
With that said, Zhang Haidong turned off the broadcast microphone.
Although this is only the first time, a single spark can start a prairie fire.
If you scatter this kind of seeds a few times, there should be a lot of people.
As for the listening rate, Zhang Haidong is not worried at all.
This is the originator of the supernatural world, and will be a big IP worth tens of billions in the future.
Rhythm, suspense, plot, everything.
Can I arouse your interest?
You don’t listen to those martial arts warriors who jump off cliffs to get magical powers every day!
Zhang Haidong tilted his lips, walked outside the door, got on his scooter and walked towards his home.
"What the hell?
Don’t talk about it anymore?”
Some listeners in front of the radio station became excited.
"How much is that! Whose nine-story demon tower is it?
What's the secret inside?
Will those fire ladybugs kill those around the protagonist?
Where’s the announcer?”
"I won't talk about it until the critical moment! I will file a complaint against him tomorrow!"
"Husband, whose ancient tomb belongs to the nine-story demon tower?"
"I didn't know that that cheating announcer has been turned off!"
In front of the radio station, countless listeners said excitedly.
The ghost blowing out the lamp opened the door to a new world for them in this era of lack of literature and art.
New genre novel!
Supernatural!
Grave robbing!
Various exciting and mysterious elements are superimposed together, stimulating everyone's nerves.
At this time, the audience in front of the radio station did not know that a full hour and a half had passed!
After struggling for a long time, everyone had no choice but to curse and go to bed.
…
After returning home, as soon as Zhang Haidong took off his coat, Du Xiaoyin came to greet him.
"Where did your story come from?
The ghost blows the lamp, it sounds so good!"
She said with excitement.
"Hey, nothing new.
That was conceived and written by myself.
I just hope that in the future, hundreds of flowers will bloom in the literary world, instead of having only one voice."
Zhang Haidong said seriously.
"Is there anyone dead after the nine-story demon tower?
What’s the secret inside?”
Du Xiaoyin asked again curiously.
"This... hehe... I will tell you personally when I come to the room tonight!"
Zhang Haidong said with a deliberately evil smile.
"OK!"
Who knew that Du Xiaoyin was wearing pajamas and lay directly on his bed.
"Come in early, I'll wait for you to tell me a story."
Du Xiaoyin patted the other half of the bed and said.
Zhang Haidong suddenly became alert: "Have you been fooled?"
"Hey, you..."
"how?
Do you mean what you say?"
Du Xiaoyin asked.
"I'm joking! I'm going to wash up!"
Zhang Haidong hurriedly walked towards the bathroom.
After washing up, I came out and realized that the ancestor was still inside!
You can't go back to sleep, otherwise you will lose your virginity tonight!
Zhang Haidong made up his mind and lay down on the sofa.
This big sofa is even more comfortable than that bed.
Just as Zhang Haidong was squinting, he suddenly felt movement. Then he opened his eyes and saw Du Xiaoyin sitting next to him, wrapped in a quilt.
"You in the middle of the night..."
"Don't say anything about you and me! I live with you and I don't even have the slightest right to know?
oh?
Do you think I would use your ghost blowing lamp to leak the secret?"
Du Xiaoyin said with wide eyes.
"do not mean that.
There needs to be some sense of mystery!”
"I don't want mystery! I want to know now, just tell me."
Du Xiaoyin said and hugged Zhang Haidong's arm.
"Okay, okay, I said.
Later..."
After talking for another two hours, under the intervention of strong sleepiness, Du Xiaoyin finally fell asleep holding Zhang Haidong's arm.
At the corner of her mouth, there was dripping saliva from her.
"This silly girl."
Zhang Haidong covered her with a quilt and tried to take her arm away.
Who knew that even in his sleep, Du Xiaoyin would hold her tightly and would not let go.
No way!
This is the only way to rest.
Soon, Zhang Haidong's sleepiness also came over him, and he fell asleep in a daze.
On the sofa, the two of them cuddled together and fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, there was already breakfast porridge and vegetables on the coffee table.
There is a note next to it.
"I work the morning shift and you work the evening shift.
Thank you for your hard work. You stayed with me last night and told me stories for so long.
After breakfast, continue to rest. Be sure to sleep well.