It was Monday.
The Heavens were not cooperating. The smog was very heavy today.
This was Zhang Ye's first day at work. He wore a suit and tie and came to the Beijing Radio Station in a dignified manner. He found the Literature Channel's department upstairs. Their radio station's coverage was roughly in the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region. A small number of cities in the Northeast could receive the frequency. It could not be compared to the Central Radio Station, but compared to other local radio stations of the same level, it was still far ahead.
Leader's office.
Zhang Ye gently knocked on the door. When he heard someone say "come in", he pushed the door open and walked in. The person sitting behind the desk was someone Zhang Ye had met during the interview. It was Zhao Guozhou, who was in his forties. He was also the person in charge of the Literature Channel. Be it the radio station or television station, this position was usually addressed as Director in Beijing and many other regions. Of course, there were exceptions. For example, in Xiangnan and Xiangbei provinces, there were people who addressed him as "Taoist priest".
"Leader."
"Little Zhang, you're here. Have a seat. Have you brought the documents?"
"Yes, I have."
"Alright, I'll get someone from HR to bring you in. However, there's no rush. Drink some water. After you're done, I'll bring you to the office to introduce you to everyone."
"Alright, sorry to trouble you."
After a few simple exchanges, Zhang Ye paid attention to his words.
After a while, Zhao Guozhou led Zhang Ye to the Literature Channel's office on the same floor with a smile. The area was very large, with about 30 to 40 tables. Perhaps because today's program had been recorded in advance, no one looked busy. They were either playing games or chatting. When they saw the Leader come over, they put down the games they were playing and shut up their idle chatters.
"Leader."
"Good morning, Leader."
Everyone greeted him.
Zhao Guozhou nodded and patted Zhang Ye on the shoulder, "Everyone, stop for a moment. Let's introduce a new comrade, Zhang Ye. He's a broadcasting major graduate from the Broadcasting College. He will be one of us today. Everyone, please welcome him." Although Media College was now called Media College, it was formerly known as the Beijing Broadcasting College. It had only changed its name in recent years, so many people were used to calling it by its previous name. "… There might be some of Little Zhang's schoolmates here. They are his seniors. Everyone, please take care of the newcomer."
Everyone gave a sparse applause in welcome. Some people had a look of doubt in their eyes.
Zhang Ye also greeted everyone at the right time and gave a simple self-introduction.
After that, Zhao Guozhou called a youth over. He looked to be about the same age as Zhang Ye. Even if he was older, he was not much older than Zhang Ye. However, there was no need to compare their looks. The youth was much more handsome. "Tian Bin, you are also a broadcasting host. During this period of time, guide Little Zhang and let him familiarize himself with the business."
Tian Bin came over and shook hands with Zhang Ye, "Hello, Little Zhang. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."
Zhang Ye hurriedly held it with both hands, "Brother Tian, I'll have to trouble you in the future."
Zhao Guozhou said to Zhang Ye, "Little Tian is our channel's' Late-night Ghost Stories' radio host. You should learn from him. It will be helpful to you." In the past, the Literature Channel's late-night program also had a ghost story, but the program's name did not seem to be the same. It looked like it had been modified by the game ring.
After going through all the necessary procedures, Zhang Ye went to handle the onboarding procedures. By the time he was done, it was already 10: 30 AM. Only then did he return to his desk in the corner. Normally, there would be a lot of people fighting for the corner. After all, the leader would not be able to see them, and it would be convenient for them to slack off. However, this corner was different. Firstly, it was not far from the entrance. Secondly, there was a water dispenser next to it. It was very chaotic with people coming and going. As a newcomer, Zhang Ye had no choice. Although his salary as a broadcasting host was higher than the editors and secretaries in the same office, he was still a newcomer. There were no seats left for him to choose from.
Tian Bin sat opposite him, separated by a partition.
Zhang Ye looked around and saw that there was nothing to do, nor was there anyone assigning him any work. He stood up and asked, "Brother Tian, what do you think I should do or learn?"
Tian Bin glanced at him. It was obvious that his expression was different from when the Leader was around. He ignored him and said, "You should familiarize yourself first."
"Oh." Zhang Ye did not probe further.
When he went to the unit's cafeteria for lunch, Zhang Ye took the opportunity to greet his colleagues in the same office, "Hello, Sister Wang. I'm new here, so please take care of me."
Wang Xiaomei glanced at his face and gave a nonchalant grunt before turning around and leaving.
Zhang Ye had wanted to shake her hand, but he ended up making himself feel awkward.
Previously, through everyone's chats and conversations, he had roughly understood that Wang Xiaomei, who was in her thirties, was the center of attention in the office. She could be considered the number one sister of the Literature Channel. The "Talk About the World" she hosted was the most popular celebrity program in their channel. It was a cultural and historical program that talked about the past and present. Wang Xiaomei hosted it very well, and she looked pretty good. Although she was not as beautiful as Rao Aimin, anyone who saw her would use the word "beauty" to describe her. Only Zhang Ye did not have a good impression of her. This was because Wang Xiaomei was pretty, but there was nothing special about her good looks. She did not have a good temperament. She was far from being comparable to his landlady.
For the entire day, Zhang Ye was busy interacting with others. However, it was to little effect. It was as if everyone was not very enthusiastic towards him, as if he was dispensable.
Tian Bin was the same.
Wang Xiaomei was the same.
Only when he got off work did Zhang Ye understand what was going on. This was because he had overheard a conversation between a phone editor of the Literature Channel, Tian Bin, and a beautiful woman. The beautiful woman was most likely Tian Bin's wife. The two of them were holding hands. She had probably come to pick up her husband after work.
"Brother Tian, how did that Zhang Ye get hired?" the phone editor asked.
Tian Bin curled his lips and shook his head, "Who knows? His looks just didn't pass."
The phone editor sighed, "That's right. He can even become a radio host with looks like that? I wonder what the station is thinking. Rather than letting him do it, I might as well do it. "
Tian Bin asserted, "Then Zhang Ye will definitely not be popular."
The phone editor echoed, "Don't even talk about being popular. It's hard to say if he can get a program. Our Literature Channel's programs all have fixed hosts. He can at most be a substitute host, making a guest appearance. If anyone is sick, he can replace them for a day. To have his own program? He might not even be able to do it next year. Just endure it. Hur. If not for the previous substitute host being transferred to the News Channel, with his looks? He wouldn't even have the chance to be a host in the Literature Channel. "
Tian Bin's wife laughed, "They even managed to recruit such a person? That's tough. "
Tian Bin said, "The Leader even asked me to take him. How would I have the time?"
His wife said, "Then just ignore him. If he can't go on a program, the station will probably send him to another department in a few days."
The three of them chatted as they walked, unaware that Zhang Ye, who was at the company's entrance, had heard them. Speaking ill of me behind my back? Hoping to be sent to another department? What sort of people are they!? Clearly, the editors and clerks were jealous of Zhang Ye's good luck. The other radio hosts also believed that Zhang Ye would not have any achievements. Or perhaps Zhang Ye, as a substitute host, was no different from a normal copywriter in their eyes. Hence, there was such a scene. No one in the Literature Channel thought highly of him.
Who told you that I can't be popular?
Who told you that I can't go on a program?
Just you wait. I'll let you witness it!
A person's pursuit in life was fame and fortune. Zhang Ye was not greedy. He only wanted fame and not fortune. He would put all his effort and energy into becoming famous. He would follow the game ring's ultimate goal of "becoming the world's greatest celebrity"! Hard work would always be rewarded. By abandoning all his desires and fighting for fame, he did not believe that he could not make a name for himself! As for other things, like money? Hur, what's money? How can it compare to fame? He had always treated money as dirt. He really did not care about worldly possessions like money. He really did not care …
Eh, wait!
Zhang Ye suddenly stopped at the west side of the train station. He used his foot to step on something. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he bent down and picked up a ten cent note that someone had thrown on the ground. He sneakily stuffed it into his pocket and continued striding forward.
Right, where were we?
Oh right! Who told you that I can't go on a program? Ah? Who told you?
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