Xu Jingkai sneaked to the door of live broadcast room No. 3. When he pushed the door open, he found that the door was locked. He blew his beard and stared in anger.
He thought for a moment and looked in the corridor before and after. Seeing no one there, he hurriedly leaned by the door and eavesdropped on the movement inside.
But this posture was too uncomfortable. In addition, he was nearly forty years old and his body bones were no longer strong. After listening for less than a minute and before he could hear the words, he felt that his waist was sore and weak, and he could not straighten up.
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He couldn't help but want to knock on the door, but when he thought of his usual relationship with Liao Yuan, he spat and turned to leave.
It was approaching ten o'clock in the evening, and most of his colleagues in the office had already left work. Xu Jingkai packed his briefcase, ate a bowl of wontons at a roadside stall, and returned home humming a ditty.
In the past few days, his wife and children had gone back to their parents' home to visit relatives, and they were usually alone. Xu Jingkai returned home, turned on the light, and looked at the quiet living room. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt lonely.
He washed himself, lay on the bed, and tossed and turned, but couldn't fall asleep. In his mind, he couldn't help but think of "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" discussed by his colleagues.
"Is it really that good?"
Xu Jingkai felt like there were millions of ants crawling around in his heart at this time. He felt itchy and unbearable. When he looked at the time, he saw that midnight had arrived.
He immediately took out his mobile phone, opened the FM radio application, adjusted to his own frequency, and listened quietly.
"...The bottom of the lake was originally dark, but illuminated by the firelight above, I could barely see the environment more than ten meters underwater. There were countless big fish swimming slowly in the depths of the water. These fish were completely different from those I had seen before. Big fish
The whiskers are extremely long, resembling a salmon. Due to living in a dark environment, the eyes have degenerated, leaving only two white spots..."
Xu Jingkai listened for a while. Because he had not listened to the previous text, his understanding of the content was somewhat unclear, but this did not prevent him from admiring Liao Yuan.
The voice was indeed Liao Yuan's, but it was completely different from what he remembered. It was as if he had changed into a different person. His speaking skills were completely comparable to those of the popular anchors on the station, and even better in creating an atmosphere.
"Is this Liao Yuan?"
Xu Jingkai was a little suspicious. Without comparison, there would be no harm. Compared with the past, Liao Yuan's oral broadcasting skills were like a rocket, rising rapidly.
At this time, he felt no more sleepy, so he continued to listen.
Fortunately, the confusing passages passed and new stories came, gradually making him immersed in the mysterious scenes.
"In 1969, due to the needs of the international situation, my unit was sent to the depths of the Kunlun Mountains for construction. Due to the harsh environment, the progress of the project was slower than expected. In three years, dozens of commanders and fighters were at the construction site.
However, the military facility we built has only been completed two-thirds of the way..."
Xu Jingkai was in a daze, 1969?
Isn't Liao Yuan only 25 years old this year? He knows everything that happened fifty years ago?
He held his breath and continued listening.
When he heard that Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan, under Da Jinya's persuasion, were preparing to go to Yerengou where the educated youths went to the countryside to rob tombs, Xu Jingkai was completely immersed in the story.
Time passed quietly.
"...the hunting dogs gathered around the pony and barked at the pony, as if they had seen something terrible, and the barking was full of restlessness. According to common sense, horses and dogs are good friends, and ponies are by no means dogs.
What kind of beast could it be? Three giant mastiffs and five hounds were surrounding them, but they didn’t catch the beast that committed the crime? Looking around, there was no sign of any beast. Only the empty mountain was silent, and the night wind blew.
The leaves in the forest were rustling, and our hands holding the shotguns were already covered in cold sweat..."
As Liao Yuan spoke at a slow pace, Xu Jingkai felt very nervous. His back felt cold and his mouth felt dry. So he turned on the bedside lamp, held his cell phone, listened, and got out of bed to pour some water.
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After drinking the water, he quickly climbed into bed again.
At this time, he was not thinking about anything in his mind. The tense and exciting storyline attracted all his attention.
The middle-aged man, who was nearly forty years old, just hugged the pillow, sat on the bed, and listened blankly to the voice coming from the mobile phone.
"...We crawled into one of the shacks and saw a lot of animal skins inside. Sure enough, there were three corpses in the corner. The corpses were black due to excessive decay, the muscles were almost gone, the skin was shriveled, and there were holes in the eye sockets and nostrils from time to time.
There were maggots and ants crawling in and out..."
The sounds coming from his ears quickly formed pictures in his mind, just like a movie, which completely fascinated Xu Jingkai, and even made him feel ups and downs as the plot of the story unfolded.
"That's it for today's content. Dear listeners, if you want to know the consequences, we will see you at the same time tomorrow. This is the midnight program "The Strange Things in the World: Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" brought to you by FM107.7. I am
The speaker is A Yuan."
Um?
Gone?
Xu Jingkai came back to his senses and looked at the time. It was already two o'clock in the night...
He breathed a long sigh of relief and stared at the screen of his mobile phone, dazed.
Almost at the same time, in an apartment in Donghai City, Mi Maodian also breathed a sigh of relief.
"The theme of tomb robbing! It's actually the theme of tomb robbing!"
Mi Maodian turned off the FM radio application that came with his phone with complicated eyes.
When he heard that the new company's midnight slot suddenly had a surge in listening ratings, he felt something was wrong.
He himself knows his own weight. Even if he is recognized as the top midnight broadcaster by major radio stations in Donghai City, it is impossible for the audience to flock from Baoshan Radio to Donghai Radio just a few days before he takes office.
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After all, that’s a fourfold increase!
In Mi Maodian's view, if he can achieve such results on the first day of starting a new job, it would definitely be something worth celebrating!
You know, the midnight time slot is a midnight time slot after all, and it is absolutely incomparable with the prime time slot at noon or at seven or eight o'clock in the morning. The gap between the two is completely different. No matter how good Mi Maodian is, his new show "Late Night Strange Talk"
Nor can it be compared with prime time shows.
Therefore, being able to PK all non-prime time programs is almost Mi Maodian’s biggest goal after joining the new company.
And this goal was achieved ahead of schedule by Liao Yuan...
Mi Maodian suddenly felt a little flustered.
Before that, he had listened to "The Strange Things in the World", but he clearly remembered how strong Liao Yuan's broadcasting tone was. Because he often pressed his throat and spread his lips, the strength of his lips and tongue was completely rigid, causing his voice to become dull during oral broadcasting.
Incomparably rich.
But the performance just now completely refreshed Mi Maodian's understanding of Liao Yuan.
You know, in the radio industry, anchors with broadcasting accents have always been the object of ridicule, because in the radio industry, broadcasting accents are a taboo in broadcasting. Although it sounds like a news broadcast, it is very high-end, but the radio station
After all, the media industry and the journalism world are different. Using the journalistic tone to tell stories about the radio industry is absolutely foolish in the eyes of professionals in the industry.
Once upon a time, Liao Yuan was a model of this type.
But now...
Everything is different!
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I've been busy signing contracts and moving things these past two days, so I'll give you an update first. I'm sorry, I haven't saved the manuscript after all. Uh-huh-huh...