Go back to the past and be a schoolboy

Chapter 281 I Can't Eat The Cake You Draw

"Jixi said Dongfang Shuo, and later generations inherited Jia Fuxi. From the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, he was known as the king and the only one who was my favorite. Now Li Dexi took the stage and bowed. At the special appointment of the advertiser XX company, I will serve you here at this time every day for a stand-up comic... ..."

Quietly opening the curtain, Cheng Nuo looked into the broadcasting room, and just happened to meet Li Dexi, who is known as the "heartbeat" of cross talk and one of the "Eight Virtues of Cross Talk", talking about cross talk inside, and he felt itchy, so he followed the scene and listened for a while.

After all, there was a slight temperature difference between the inside and the outside of the house. After a while, Li Dexi, who was performing inside, felt a little cold on his neck, and shrank back unconsciously.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Nuo was too embarrassed to continue to stop, so he lowered the door curtain again.

Jiang Jiangzuo, who was accompanying him next to him, was full of expectation: "Dean, what do you think, this advertisement took us a lot of effort, and we specially invited this big heartthrob here, just for the sake of instant success." , money comes second.”

Cheng Nuo turned sideways to look at the radio room again, and praised: "The effect is quite good, and Mr. Li's reputation in the Gyeonggi area is really good, I think the response should be more enthusiastic. I have to say that you have already started touching You have worked hard to get the trick.”

Jiang Jiangzuo's face suddenly relaxed, and he turned to say: "But there is one thing to say, in order to come up with this idea, a few comrades and I lost a lot of hair. In the end, the old Wu image thought that there was a 'wanna' in the Tianjin Juggling Garden. Renmi', I just wanted to try my luck, but I didn't expect it to be a good surprise."

Speaking of which, the luck of this cross talk master is really not good enough. Although the Manchu Dynasty was already famous before the fall of the Qing Dynasty, when the Republic of China was established and Yuan Datou proclaimed himself emperor, Li Dexi was originally invited to perform to mock Confucius Chen Cai Jueliang The cross talk "Eating Lantern Festival".

Yuan Datou originally had a ghost in his heart. After hearing the name of the cross talk, he directly pronounced it as "Yuan Elimination". Although the history was played in this way, Yuan Datou thought it was cursing him, so he beat him up.

As a last resort, Li Dexi had to go to Tianjin to perform. It happened that the local teahouses integrated leisure, food, entertainment, trading and other functions, so he took advantage of the local roots and performed in the "Mingdi" of Xichenggener. Unfortunately, he was infected with Gambling hobby, the wallet is often dry.

When I saw Jiang Jiangzuo and the others, they happened to be kicked out of the teahouse because they couldn't pay their gambling debts, and they were looking for a street to do live entertainment to earn some food money.

"Hey, you said that such a good person, why did he get involved in gambling..." Jiang Jiangzuo sighed while leaning half of his body.

"What's the matter? Lifu, I didn't hear what you said just now." The other party's voice was relatively low, and Cheng Nuo didn't understand: "Your size is also a 'corner', you must give enough courtesy, and don't let people talk about it. Let’s gossip, and there will be more opportunities for cooperation in the future.”

"Oh, I didn't say anything just now." Jiang Jiangzuo calmed down and said quickly: "Don't worry, although the other party just wants to grab a few more money to make up for it, but the work attitude is still very good, if it is really good in the future Already, bring his partner Zhang Dequan over to perform cross talk."

Cheng Nuo nodded: "That's right. If you get tired of cross talk in the future, you can slowly add some Beijing opera, storytelling, children's programs, etc., to enrich our programs and entertain with education."

While talking, Cheng Nuo suddenly remembered that he was carrying a letter from the audience, so he took it out and handed it over:
"I'll leave the matter of the radio station to you later, but we must get on the right track as soon as possible."

Jiang Jiangzuo took the letter and hesitated, "This is it?"

Cheng Nuo raised his eyebrows, with a playful smile on his face: "Take a look, this is written for you by our audience, it's very inspiring to read."

With anticipation on his face, Jiang Jiangzuo opened the letter and looked at it, but as he looked at it, the corners of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably, and his face became darker and darker.

"Broadcasting is originally one of the emerging businesses. Some slang ditties will be broadcast randomly without any choice, which seems to be very down-to-earth. However, a certain old-fashioned broadcaster seems to be mostly an expert in phlegm fans. He suffers from colds and coughs all the year round. Coughing and spitting sounds are broadcast.

Fortunately, a certain issue of "National" magazine talked about epidemic prevention and control. The radio will never broadcast microbes and germs to the listeners' homes, so you can rest assured.

However, this venerable broadcaster seems to like to walk to the broadcaster, spit a few mouthfuls of phlegm before opening his mouth, and a low-key sound of dragon bells, or a rustling sound, comes out from his slack throat. , after the audience listened respectfully, they could understand that another phlegm gentleman was speaking...

This broadcast sound represents an unhealthy sound, sick, unhygienic..."

At the end, Jiang Jiangzuo's breathing became a lot faster, and the letter paper seemed a little crumpled under the force of his hands.

"Zhiyuan, oh no, Dean, this is definitely wronged. The announcer they mentioned is our own comrade. Because he is familiar with meteorology, he thought that he would directly broadcast the weather forecast. It would never be like a letter. It's so unbearable." Jiang Jiangzuo spoke very fast, for fear that Cheng Nuo might misunderstand.

Cheng Nuo smiled and said, "Then what's the matter with the cough? If you just read a certain paragraph of the description, you might think it's because you just finished smoking drugs."

Hearing this, Jiang Jiangzuo was completely anxious: "Dean, it's okay to talk about other things, but if it's drugs, then you can talk about it. It's a pure slander. Our comrade, because the weather is hot and cold, It’s been a while since I’ve caught a cold before I get phlegm, and it’s too late to praise me while I’m sick, it’s so frustrating.”

"Is it serious?" Cheng Nuo asked in a gentle voice with concern on his face: "When I just came back from the United States, I saw an old gentleman who is very good at these kinds of situations. We can take him there to have a look. If you don't want to Go, there is still a comrade left behind in our medical school, and he can also see a doctor."

Jiang Jiangzuo shook his head: "It's much better than before. Now it's phlegm and hot, and I've been cooking medicine at home, but that's it, I can't frame it out of thin air. If our comrades know about it, what should we think?"

Cheng Nuo patted his friend on the shoulder, and walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back: "I understand, in fact, my purpose of letting you read this letter is not for that."

Jiang Jiangzuo's tone was a little slow, and he asked curiously, "Then why?"

Kicking a small pebble on the road to the side, Cheng Nuo said seriously: "Actually, there is only one sentence, which I often tell you-'Leave professional matters to professionals'. It is indeed admirable to broadcast disease broadcasts, but it is not worth advocating."

Jiang Jiangzuo was thoughtful, and after walking for a while, he suddenly raised his head: "That is to say, we need a group of professional broadcasters?"

Cheng Nuo nodded and said approvingly, "That's what it means. At least it should be clear and fluent. For better ones, not only should the pronunciation be clear and fluent so that the audience can easily understand it, but the wording should also be flexible so that you won't feel confused. stiff."

Looking back, Jiang Jiangzuo listened to it, and Cheng Nuo continued to add: "Because the radio announcer is directly facing the radio, the radio broadcast has a great influence, so he has also become a public figure. The quality of the quality determines the fate of the radio station to a certain extent. So you have to put more effort into that.”

Jiang Jiangzuo was a little embarrassed: "But in this way..."

Cheng Nuo interrupted, and said with a smile: "Lifu, Lifu, haven't you noticed that I basically won't hand over specific technical issues to you for public relations, in order to let you be responsible for our soft power. When done right, it's no more powerful than a high-tech weapon."

Jiang Jiangzuo opened his mouth wide: "Soft power? Is it radio broadcasting?"

Cheng Nuo said seriously: "Of course, but radio broadcasting is only one part of it. There will be bigger ships waiting for you to take the helm in the future. For now, I can tell you a little bit, our little brother in Shanghai, Wan Laiming, is still working hard. Just paint, and it won't be long before you see the charm of it."

Feeling the importance attached to what was said, Jiang Jiangzuo said deliberately, "Zhiyuan, do you know the biggest similarities and differences between you and other bosses?"

Cheng Nuo asked curiously, "Where is it?"

Jiang Jiangzuo raised his eyebrows: "The biggest thing in common is that you are also good at painting cakes, and the paintings are really like that. Look at Li Shutong... Oh no, it's time to call Master Hongyi now. They are all monks now, Wan Lai Little brother Ming is still in Shanghai studying those things."

Now it was Cheng Nuo's turn to be embarrassed, and scratched his forehead: "There is indeed such a thing, and I didn't go to see him after returning home."

"I'll just say yes!" At this point, Jiang Jiangzuo felt empathy, and his voice raised a few degrees unconsciously: "Tell me, what a good boy, if you want me to say that you have Zhang Yulin and the three of them Calling over, it's not bad for Xiao Wan."

At this time, Cheng Nuo also felt guilty in his heart, and stroked his forehead: "Indeed, I will send a telegram to let this little guy come over, and check his progress by the way."

"It's the biggest difference between you and those bosses. I think you should understand this very well." Jiang Jiangzuo said with a smirk.

"Industry?"

"No."

"scale?"

"Think again?"

"That's the goal. They are for money, we are for ideals."

"Uh... it can't be wrong, but I'll just say it straight." Jiang Jiangzuo turned around and walked in front of Cheng Nuo, with a painful expression on his face, "The biggest difference is that their boss's cake is often air, but you don't know Zhiyuan." It's the same, not only big, but also solid, and there are many patterns..."

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, finally Jiang Jiangzuo said sternly: "Dear dean, aren't you afraid of our indigestion?"

Originally, Cheng Nuo wanted to answer this question seriously, but he couldn't help but chuckle when he saw his friend, but he felt that this would affect the image of the "Principal" badly, but the more he endured, the more he couldn't help it, and finally He had no choice but to hum in a tense voice: "It's okay, there will be some digestion tablets for you, so we won't starve everyone."

Hearing this explanation, Jiang Jiangzuo was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say, and suddenly realized that Cheng Nuo had already walked a certain distance, so he trotted forward and chased after him: "Dean, what are Xiaoshi tablets? "

"Literally, to make you digestive biscuits."

"Dean, I suddenly feel that I can digest it. We should leave things like Xiaoshi tablets to comrades who need them."

"That's not okay. Those who see it have a share. When you come to our Academy of Sciences, it's 'fair, fair or fair', and you don't care enough."

"no……"

……

When facing an unknown Ta, the first feeling is probably fear.

However, when it comes to Ta who is relatively well-known and familiar, most people's eyes on Ta may change.

In the 40s and [-]s, the development of wireless broadcasting was relatively mature, and some radio publications gradually appeared. Except for a small amount of radio knowledge, most of these publications introduced news and entertainment news in the broadcasting circle to meet people's needs. Chatting after dinner.

At that time, many radio and broadcasting magazines actively conducted exclusive interviews with announcers and set up columns for them.

The "jade photos" of female broadcasters are even more attractive to readers. They are often published in newspapers and periodicals, and some magazines even put female broadcasters on the cover, becoming a "cover girl" that symbolizes fashion and modernity.

As for the lace news, such as "Zhang Zhi Sacrifice for Love", "Hua Boming's Tears of Lovesickness", "Spring Lovesickness", etc., the sales volume is not bad, and the headline "Hua Boming and Ding Ding" was not released during the period. live together? ", etc., are countless. It can only be said that there will be no shortage of boring people in any era.

Logically speaking, these had nothing to do with Cheng Nuo's work, so there was no need to worry about it.

But the problem is that Mr. Tao Xingzhi has already agreed to organize educational programs through the radio, but the particularity of the announcer's profession is not only popular with the audience, but the broadcasting profession has also become a model favored by many young people.

"As the scale grows, every move will attract attention. Even picking a booger may make the outside world guess for a long time. Things are getting easier to handle, but they are also getting more and more difficult."

As the night was getting darker and Jiang Jiangzuo was sent away, Cheng Nuo tossed and turned, but couldn't sleep anyway, so he put on his clothes and went to the yard, circling around the big ginkgo tree.

"In a few days, it will be New Year's Day, and it will be 1919, and some things are still unavoidable!" Putting his coat on his shoulders, Cheng Nuo looked at the moon in the sky and muttered: " But if you think about it carefully, even if you don’t need it for the time being, it’s hard to say in the future.”

Just at this time, there was a sudden commotion from the corner of the wall, and then two black figures, one large and one small, quickly appeared from the shadows. Looking closely, they were two weasels.

Judging by the size, there should be two mothers and children.

Because it was running so fast, the weasel didn't notice the people outside at all, and it was too late when it found Cheng Nuo. It stopped in the light and looked at the humans vigilantly, staring wide-eyed.

Looking at the little animal, Cheng Nuo greeted him friendly, "Hi, Huang Daxian."

Unexpectedly, this Huang Daxian didn't show any face at all. He felt that the child was dragging him down, so he ran forward with the little weasel in his mouth.

"Although I didn't give you face, at least I'm still staying in this house. It's good to have some thoughts. I'm not afraid that these materials will be destroyed by mice."

(End of this chapter)