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Cough, cough. Lin Haoyu insisted he would never dream of sneaking a peek at a female classmate's private areas!

"I have my principles. Even though they were just cute, young girls, I merely looked."

Lin Haoyu chuckled, reminiscing about his childhood antics. His dream of stardom felt as distant as a dream itself.

Jian Yang didn't let Lin Haoyu ramble on. He promptly had him sign his very first contract as a host.

"Lin Haoyu, your performance in the interview was outstanding. After thorough consideration, we've decided to hire you as a host for our city's radio station."

After setting down the contract, Lin Haoyu gave Jian Yang a serious look and inquired with a furrowed brow,

"What time slot can you offer me for the program? If it's late at night, I can't guarantee high ratings."

The radio station was in decline, unable to compete with the reach of computer media and television networks.

Not to mention the late-night slot, a time that often spelled despair for ratings. Even a celebrity from Central TV couldn't ensure high viewership for late-night specials.

Jian Yang's face tensed, and after a pause, he chuckled and replied,

"You might not be aware, but our radio station's late-night programs are actually among the highest-rated, second only to the morning and evening rush hours."

Radio is different from television. And while the place Lin Haoyu had come to was named the city TV station, in reality, TV here was almost non-existent due to various factors.

Lin Haoyu smiled and shook his head.

"Isn't there still a morning rush hour? If you can give me one hour during the evening rush each week, I can assure you a listenership rate of over 3%."

In this day and age, running a radio station was a tough business, with the pressure from television and the emerging threat of mobile internet. These advancements had rendered traditional radio nearly obsolete.

But Lin Haoyu wasn't worried. He had the Luck System to rely on. As long as he didn't actively court disaster, he wouldn't meet his end.

"Three percent, Lin Haoyu, you should know what you're talking about."

He initially frowned but soon found himself amused, letting out a sneer before pulling out a piece of paper.

"Currently, our radio station's highest listenership during the evening peak barely hits two percent. If a late-night show can reach three percent, forget everything else, I'd happily step down as the deputy director for you!"

Jian Yang confidently thumped his chest, his face betraying his lack of confidence without any need for close observation.

Lin Haoyu meticulously reviewed the paper, which listed the radio station's program schedule. The only available slot was from ten at night until one in the morning.

"Only late-night?"

"Yes, only late-night. We're considering a late-night host due to scheduling conflicts with our current hosts."

Watching Lin Haoyu boldly sign his name on the contract, Jian Yang's eyebrows shot up. He quickly rose to his feet, laughing with a hint of excitement.

"Welcome aboard, Lin Haoyu!"

After a perfunctory handshake with Jian Yang, Lin Haoyu felt less than thrilled. Late-night was widely recognized across Shiatan as the time for emotionally charged radio, and he certainly didn't want to be labeled as a home-wrecker.

Despite his reluctance, Lin Haoyu resigned himself to the reality of the situation.

Accompanied by another examiner, Xie Chengyun, Lin Haoyu headed to his new workplace.

"Creak!"

The ancient door hinges groaned as they opened, and Xie Chengyun's face twisted in disgust as a foul, musty odor wafted out.

"Damn, this place must not have been opened in over a decade!"

Even Lin Haoyu, who had promptly covered his nose and mouth, couldn't hide his discomfort as he stepped back from the room.

"I can guarantee this used to be a storage room for trash, and not just any trash—trash from '82."

He stared blankly at the dust-covered desk, chair, and cabinet. There were no cobwebs, but the stench was unbearable.

"This will be your office from now on. The teletorium next door, number three, has been out of use for a couple of years, but Director Jian Yang sees potential in you and has decided to clear it out for your exclusive use."

Xie Chengyun mopped the sweat from his brow and offered an embarrassed smile before closing the office door behind them.

"Thank you very much," Lin Haoyu said with a slight smile, though his expression remained subdued. Internally, however, he was holding back a string of curses.

What a damn nuisance!

If it weren't for Jian Yang having a shred of decency, Lin Haoyu would have slammed the door and left long ago. After all, with the Luck System, he had grown far more formidable than before.

"So, is there anything else you need from me?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Lin, starting tomorrow, your program will be going live. Therefore, you need to finalize your plan by the end of today."

Having escorted Lin Haoyu to this point, Xie Chengyun considered his task complete and prepared to take his leave.

"They've pulled an office out of a ten-year retirement just for a newcomer. It looks like Jian Yang has really invested heavily in this."

Walking down the street, Xie Chengyun chewed over the dynamics between the two deputy directors, wondering whether he should report to Kang Biqin about her twisted ankle.

After much deliberation, Xie Chengyun decided against it, opting to stay neutral.

This turned out to be a very wise decision, ultimately saving his career as a veteran host.

No sooner had Xie Chengyun left than Lin Haoyu began to feel unsettled, pacing aimlessly in front of the office door.

"This office is just as good as not having one. I hope the teletorium isn't this disorganized..."

Muttering to himself, Lin Haoyu arrived at his assigned No. 3 teletorium, only to realize he might have made a grave error in judgment.

The No. 3 teletorium was surprisingly clean. Despite years of neglect, it was regularly maintained.

Furthermore, the No. 3 teletorium was situated right next to the interview room, with the No. 2 and No. 1 teletoriums adjacent to it. Yet, in comparison, the No. 3 teletorium was noticeably more modest and bare.

"At least it's clean," he noted, flicking on the light and stepping into the No. 3 teletorium, taking a moment to look around.

Lin Haoyu flipped on the light switch and walked into the teletorium, his gaze wandering over the dated equipment. The gear was a decade old, and the recording quality was barely on par with albums from singers of that era. Even a motorcycle could outperform this sound quality.

"Antiques. I wonder how much they'd fetch," he mused.

It was almost laughable. So much for the promised exclusive recording room. These relics might as well have been non-existent.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Lin Haoyu gave the recording a listen and was immediately resigned to the situation.

"This is just making life difficult for me, Little Pig Lin Haoyu! This quality is downright..."

At least Peppa Pig came from a wealthy family. He, on the other hand, couldn't even claim to be from the one-hundred-and-eighth generation of wealth.

Lin Haoyu chuckled to himself but didn't waste any time. He swiftly powered up the recording device and grabbed a pen and paper, quickly jotting down his thoughts.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission: Apply for Host. You've earned a mysterious reward, Broadcasting Skill Book (Entry-level) x 5!"

The sound of the notification allowed Lin Haoyu's tense nerves to relax.

"Phew, system, I thought the mission would be void after the reload."

With a wide grin, Lin Haoyu sat up from his chair, his eyes wide and face flushed with excitement as he looked at the Star Luck System panel that only he could see.

But what in the world was this mysterious reward?

A broadcasting skill book? And just at the entry-level? Even with five books, what good would they do?

Lin Haoyu sneered and lifted his head haughtily. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, furrowed his brow, and said coldly,

"System, what's the meaning of this? Last time, I barely won anything in the lottery. And now, what kind of reward is this?"

Lin Haoyu inwardly scoffed at the system's miserliness. A system should be rewarding its host with a hundred million dollars, or a Maserati, or something substantial like that! At the very least, a villa!

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