Qin Xiaobao is sitting in the broadcast room with headphones hanging around his neck. There are three screens on the table, which are manuscripts, audience messages, and director instructions. There is a clock hanging behind him, and the time is 12:55.
He arrived at the radio station as early as eight o'clock. With nothing to do, he chatted with the former host and learned from his experience.
My brother's name is Zhou Qiang. He is a very nice person. After receiving two packs of Huazi from Xiaobao, he is very willing to teach.
It turns out that the midnight slot of the radio station is actually a thankless time period. For the host, first of all, the biological clock is very messed up. Others are sleeping and he is working, and sometimes he does not have time to spend with his children.
Second, the midnight slot is full of all kinds of weird things:
A reddish complexion and fine and soft villi mean that you are very healthy... That’s it for today’s lecture on “Pig Raising Knowledge”.
Various people selling aphrodisiacs under the guise of treating doctors,
All kinds of psychological poisonous chicken soup...
Brother Zhou said that when the suspense horror series first started broadcasting two years ago, the listening rate was still good. In the middle of the night, the listening rate was still about 0.25%. However, as the Internet becomes more and more developed, the number of smartphones has increased.
With popularity, listeners have become very picky.
Sometimes, the story that the director spent several days finding was criticized to pieces and full of frustration.
Gradually, the listening rate became a downward trend and never rose again. Except for some driver friends who were really bored and old listeners, there was no new blood to join.
Is it because the game is not fun or the movie is not good to watch? Why spend time listening to the radio?
Of course, the day time period is still good. As long as tens of thousands of people listen, they can receive advertisements and maintain the development of the station.
The station had other arrangements for Zhou Qiang, the morning slot, which was why there was no resistance to the arrival of the anchors.
The midnight stall is not even considered tasteless now.
"Ten seconds countdown ready, 10, 9, 8..."
As the director finished speaking, the "on air" light at the door turned on.
Qin Xiaobao sat upright, waited until the opening music was over, and then made his own voice seamlessly.
"Hello listeners, this is FM1357. I am tonight's host, the singing husky. Today, you and I will spend a wonderful hour together..."
Maybe it’s because I’m well prepared, maybe I don’t have to face the audience face to face, maybe I’m born with a big heart.
The expected nervousness did not appear. My voice was steady and I followed the steps step by step. The directors outside all nodded slightly in praise.
...
"Why has the person changed again?" In a certain city, in a corner, there was a taxi parked on the roadside.
An uncle was sitting in the cab eating fried noodles and waiting for business.
It was very cold outside, and there were not many pedestrians in sight. The location where the vehicle was located was downstairs of the KTV. I was used to working the night shift, so I naturally knew when and where there were customers.
"The host was pretty good last night, but I couldn't understand the story. I didn't remember the main character's name until the end. If he changed it, wouldn't he have to start over again?" The uncle muttered, stuffing fried noodles into his mouth: ""Ghost Blowing the Lamp"
?The name sounds pretty good.”
Toot toot!
Five minutes later, a guest who was staggering a little knocked on the window: "Master, can you leave?"
"Let's go, let's get in the car."
The weather was clear at that time, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and it was impossible to snow at this time... The first thought that came to my mind was: "Finally there is an avalanche."
"Take a break and we'll come back after commercial."
"Fuck!" The drunk passenger suddenly woke up and cursed: "Hey, I'm here."
He raised his head and looked at the familiar street scene.
"Yes." The uncle smiled and nodded.
The passenger took out his mobile phone and scanned the code to pay: "Which radio station is this? It's very interesting."
"Oh, Magic City FM 1357, the commercial is very fast, only two minutes, and they are playing a novel called "Ghost Blowing the Lamp". I heard that it is a collaboration with Singularity. It will be broadcast for the first time tonight."
"Really? I'll listen to it when I get back. I cut it off at the critical moment. It's so unkind."
The uncle laughed, watched the guests leave, started the car, and returned to where he started.
...
In a certain university, in a certain dormitory, today is the weekend, the lights are not turned off, and several boys are yelling at the computer.
"Let's get on the road, come here quickly, I can kill you."
"I'm here, don't scare him away."
"Trough, there is support."
"Just do it and it's done."
"Hahaha, direct to the base."
"Win..."
While several young men were celebrating, a deep male voice came from the side:
Hu Guohua kept trying to prevent him from seeing him. The more he blocked him, the more problematic he became. His uncle became more suspicious and started arguing with Xiali. At this moment, the curtain of the inner room opened and a woman came out. She was fair and fair, with a big face.
Plate, big butt and small feet, Hu Guohua's heart skipped a beat, oh, isn't this the paper figurine I made by asking someone to make it? How is it alive?
"Xiaobin, what are you doing?"
A boy stuck his head out and said, "Broadcast, horror novel."
"It seems interesting. Turn it up louder."
The boys have just finished playing games and are ready to take a short break.
"Is there a ghost?"
"I don't think so. I'm talking about tomb robbing. I haven't gotten to the point yet."
"Please keep your voice down, I can't hear you clearly."
"It's a bit scary that the paper man is alive."
After a while, everyone couldn't bear it anymore.
"Does the paper man want to harm him? It will be two years later."
"affim"
"Is Hu Guohua the protagonist?"
"I really want to raise a mouse spirit like this. Brother Mouse, please find me the goddess's underwear."
"Dirty, hahahaha!"
"I read this novel in Singularity, but it only has six chapters, and the radio is faster."
...
In a guard box at the entrance of a certain warehouse, an old man tightened his cotton-padded jacket, and the radio on the table made a rustling sound.
A gust of cold wind blew in through the crack in the door. He shivered and his eyes drifted.
No, no, no scary things will appear.
It's true that this radio station usually broadcasts stories that are not scary to listen to. Today's "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" has completely changed. I'm alone, and I feel a little uncomfortable.
Meow...
Suddenly, a heartbreaking meow broke the quiet night. The old man stood up suddenly, quickly locked the door, turned on the light, and looked out the window warily.
For a while, there was no movement.
"No, I have to call the radio station. It's too scary. How can such a novel be broadcast?"
...
In the live broadcast room, Qin Xiaobao had already changed into a comfortable sitting position. While looking at the manuscript, he spoke with great emotion. He had completely taken it in, prioritized the priorities, and picked the four words just right. He told the plot of the story with great enthusiasm.
, the people who listened were so intoxicated.
Soon, twenty minutes passed and it was commercial time again.
After getting the prompt, he finished speaking the string of words, and the director opposite nodded, made an OK gesture, and walked in with the director and the director.