C17 The Storm Was Coming and the Wind Was Blowing

Wang Hui glanced sideways at Zhu Xu and said, "Don't talk nonsense with me here. What I want to see is the actual action."

"Yes!" Zhu Xu could only nod his head in agreement.

"If there is nothing else, you can go back first."

Wang Hui waved his hand and asked Zhu Xu to leave.

Zhu Xu wiped the sweat on his forehead and was about to turn around to leave when he was stopped by Wang Hui.

"Wait, I have something to ask you."

Zhu Xu could only turn around and wait for Wang Hui's orders.

"Is there a guy called Xu Ling in your program?"

Zhu Xu's heart thumped when he suddenly heard Xu Ling's name, and he didn't know the true intention of Wang Hui asking this person, so he could only reply carefully.

"En, there is one. It has only been two days since I recruited him."

Wang Hui raised his eyebrows. "I heard that he used to work in our station. For some reason, he was personally kicked out by Old Xu?"

The Old Xu that Wang Hui spoke of was the true director of the station, the one in charge.

After carefully thinking about Wang Hui's tone, Zhu Xu felt that the leader did not seem to like Xu Ling, so he took the opportunity to give his arch-enemy some medicine.

"Yes, Station Head. That kid, Xu Ling. What a bastard. Without the permission of others, he had stolen someone else's script. He had even pretended to be his own and broadcasted it on the radio. In the end, he had caused a huge loss to the Late Night program and the entire station. He was truly a troublemaker. Now, He acted as if nothing had happened and went back to the station to make a living. He's so shameless! "

Wang Hui chuckled. "Looks like you're not going to get along with that kid?"

Zhu Xu gritted his teeth and said: "I really want to skin him and pull out his tendons to vent the hatred in my heart!"

"What about skin peeling and cramping? If you say so, then forget it. It can't be taken seriously." Wang Hui changed the topic and said, "However, you can take this opportunity to teach this kid a lesson. Anyway, you are in charge of the youth group now. Can his arms be compared to his thighs?"

Zhu Xu said hatefully, "That's exactly what I was thinking. When we go back later, I'll make that kid roll up and scram in front of the entire program!"

Wang Hui waved his hand and grinned, revealing his white teeth. "Sigh, letting him leave like this is boring. You have to leave him behind and put him in the program team to sharpen himself! How can you not put in effort to nurture such a good seedling? "

Zhu Xu was stunned at first, but then he suddenly understood. He looked at Wang Hui and smiled. "Station Head is right. I was muddle-headed. I will definitely nurture him well!"

After Zhu Xu left, Wang Hui put down his teacup, took out his phone, and called a familiar person.

"Brother Li, I have already sent people to clean up that kid. Don't worry, I promise to teach him a good life!"

...

Xu Ling came to the radio with two dark circles under his eyes.

Unfortunately, before six o'clock, he was forcefully pulled out of the sticky bed by Yu Wenwen and went to buy breakfast.

The reason was that Yu Wenwen was going to become the national goddess that was sought after by countless people in the future.

The national goddess could not sleep in and could not avoid breakfast - these two b * stards' rules were set by someone, and Xu Ling had never heard of it.

However, he could not resist Yu Wenwen's pestering. He could only keep a hundred unwillingness in his stomach, brush his teeth, wash his face, and then go to the snack street three kilometers away to buy breakfast.

Moreover, the most fatal thing was Yu Wenwen's request. The amount of breakfast could not be enough, but there must be a lot of varieties.

As for the national goddess, how could the breakfast she ate not be exquisite?

Where did this bullshit rule come from?

Xu Ling even had an impulse to make Yu Wenwen give up on pursuing dreams and find a good man to marry. How good would it be to have a husband and a son at home.

"Teacher Xu, good morning!"

"Teacher Xu, I really like your show. If you have time, give me an autograph!"

"Teacher Xu, I didn't expect you to be so young. However, your children's stories are really good. My children love to listen to your show. They even asked me to ask you what you want to talk about today."

Ever since Xu Ling's children's programs became popular, the attitude of those radio station colleagues towards him was no longer as sarcastic and sarcastic as before. Instead, they became extremely enthusiastic and wanted to sit together and chat happily.

Xu Ling did not pay too much attention to the sudden enthusiasm of these people.

He had already tasted the cold and warmth of the world in his previous life. Now that he had experienced it again, it did not seem to matter at all.

After greeting his colleagues one by one, Xu Ling walked to the children's story office in the midst of flowers and applause.

Luckily, Zhang Wenming was the only one in the office.

"Yo, Teacher Xu, you're here."

Zhang Wenming greeted Xu Ling from afar, but did not approach to greet him. The expression on his face was unnatural.

Obviously, this fellow was still brooding over what happened yesterday.

"Morning!"

Xu Ling responded indifferently and pointed at a stack of letters on the desk. "What's going on?"

Zhang Wenming smiled and said, "This is a letter from yesterday's readers, but it was written by children from other provinces. They came a little later than us."

"Yo, can our program be transmitted outside of the province? Amazing!"

Xu Ling raised his eyebrows. He did not casually throw the letters to the side. Instead, he sat down and read them carefully one by one.

Although the words written in these letters were distorted and some of the plot lines were not up to standard, they were, after all, the painstaking efforts of the readers. The time and effort that they put in was immeasurable. How could Xu Ling let them down so easily?

When it was almost noon, Xu Ling finally finished reading all the hundreds of letters. He even picked out the ten most sincere letters written in them and replied them one by one.

"Ah!"

Slowly standing up, Xu Ling lazily stretched his body. A comfortable feeling instantly surged out from his limbs and bones, connecting his entire body.

"Comfortable!"

Xu Ling yawned, his face full of satisfaction.

"I didn't know you were so professional."

A crisp sound that sounded like the clashing of wind chimes suddenly came from behind Xu Ling.

Xu Ling turned around and saw Wu Qinglian, who was dressed in casual clothes, standing behind him. He did not know when, but Wu Qinglian was already standing behind him.

The neat suit with a simple shirt outlined Wu Qinglian's charming curves under the coat. She was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, but it could not hide the sharpness in her eyes. Her indifference when she spoke showed that she was experienced and successful.

Xu Ling was a little stunned. The charm of a mature woman was the most fascinating!

Wu Qinglian did not pay too much attention to Xu Ling's heated gaze. She only smiled and said nothing.

"Wouldn't it be better to pass these readers' letters to the writers? Do you need to reply personally?"

Xu Ling scratched his head and smiled. "Every letter is filled with the hearts of our children. How can I bear to give it to the writers?"

"You, it's rare that you are still a scholar."

Wu Qinglian scolded with a smile and said, "The station sent me out to work for a few days. The various matters in the group will temporarily be handled by Zhu Xu. As for you, just do the program steadily. Don't be too flamboyant. Of course, you also have to be careful of other people causing trouble."

Xu Ling nodded. He already understood the deeper meaning of Wu Qinglian's words.