Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 144 Gold Microphone and Silver Microphone

Wang Changzhi didn't want to make the atmosphere so depressing, he smiled, raised his head and clapped his hands.

"Okay, don't mention these unhappy things. For Mr. Bai and for your own dreams, everyone will work harder in the future! If you can get the golden microphone this time, I invite everyone to go to the No. [-] Chef in the World to have a good meal." pause!"

"Great!"

"Director Wu Wei!"

"Director, you are so handsome!"

"Director, hurry up and queue up to get a seat, haha..."

……

Bai Feng smiled, thinking for a moment, is it the golden microphone?The station's collective honor?bring it on!You are destined to be mine, no one can take it away!
The "Children's Stories" essay competition finally ended three days later. Ding Ning, who hadn't slept well for three days, stared at the computer, seeing that there were still 198834 unread emails, almost collapsed...

At this moment, he finally couldn't stand it any longer. After watching it, he felt that he had to arrange the funeral in advance, so he had to ask Qiao Jing for help. In the end, he paid the price of a big meal. The whole radio station worked together, and finally after a week, the statistics The result came out.

A total of 3842418 manuscripts were received in this call for papers. Although the number is large, it is very easy to choose. First, because the fairy tales are not long, most of them are about a hundred or so characters. Some willful ones, so I wrote them directly. Dozens of words can be read almost in the blink of an eye.

And most of the submissions are even more willful than willful, some send blank emails, and some send advertising emails.

It made Qiao Jing and the others angry and funny, and most of the fans of Xiaogang Shagu and others directly used this email address as their idol email address, asking for group photos, autographs, and selfies, and some sending self nude...

After deducting these meaningless emails, the remaining ones that can really be regarded as participating in the essay call are only more than 3 emails.

After deducting those with ill-understood sentences, plagiarized ones, and unhealthy ones involving pornography and violence, there are only more than 1 letters left.

A week later, Qiao Jing and the others handed over the 300 deleted and selected essay solicitation emails to Bai Feng, and Bai Feng worked overtime to select the [-] winning letters.

One hundred participation prizes, one first prize, two second prizes, five third prizes!

After more than a week, after this essay competition and the influence of stars such as Xiaogang Shagu, "Children's Stories" has become a national children's iconic program.

In April, the chilly days of spring finally had a tinge of warmth. Bai Feng wore a mopboard in the store for the first half of the day every day, holding a big tea mug and scolding Mo Bei. Don is shameless.

Or if you are in a good mood, you can give Qian Chuanzi, Huang Li and others a salary increase. In the afternoon, you will put on a slightly more serious makeup and drive an Aston Martin to the radio station to play a guest radio anchor.

On April [-]th, Wang Changzhi carefully handed a document to Bai Feng's hands, jokingly mocking himself at her desk.

"Mr. Bai, you have been the acting director for a month, and you are still in this big office. What can I do in the future if you are so frugal? You can't let me move out too..."

Bai Feng looked at Wang Changzhi's arm, although he was trying to support it, but the arm was still shaking, she smiled.

"Wang Tai, isn't it just a golden microphone, why are you so nervous?"

Wang Changzhi smiled awkwardly, and immediately became serious again.

"Hey... I have to be nervous. This golden microphone is different from your silver microphone and the Golden Broadcasting Award. Although it is not easy for you to get it, it only represents an individual after all. The Golden Microphone Award is a group of national broadcasting stations. Honor! It is selected every five years. I am 56 this year, and I am not afraid of your jokes. I have been in Qinxi Provincial Radio Station for more than 30 years. Qinxi Provincial Radio Station has never won this honor. I am afraid that I will never have a chance in my life!"

Bai Feng was a little silent. She could understand Wang Changzhi's mood, but that was all. After all, she hadn't experienced it personally and didn't know the significance of this honor to Wang Changzhi. But from his trembling arms, Bai Feng could still read understand some content.

Patting his trembling arm, Bai Feng showed unprecedented seriousness.

"Wang Tai, as I said before, if you helped me, then I will help you. No matter it is a golden microphone or a golden bump, I will do my best to get it for Qin Xisheng!"

Wang Changzhi's arm gradually stopped shaking, and he solemnly thanked him.

After Wang Changzhi left, Bai Feng flipped through the documents in his hand, and slowly frowned.

This is the five-year Golden Microphone Award selection process and detailed rules. Not only is it extremely complicated, but after reading it, Bai Feng is not 100% sure that he will win the first place.

The competition starts from April 4th and ends on May 10th, and it is roughly divided into three selection units.

[The first one is the monthly average of listening rate, which accounts for 30% of the total score! 】

[The second is the overall revenue of radio advertising for the whole year, accounting for 30% of the total score! 】

[The third is an official audience voting platform, accounting for 30% of the points! 】

[The fourth is the inspection agency organized by the government, which conducts inspections and assessments of various work, environment, etc. of the radio station, accounting for 10% of the points! 】

Only the top four comprehensive evaluations can get the final Golden Microphone Award!

Bai Feng narrowed his eyes and read it carefully again, and couldn't help talking to himself.

"Out of these four items, only the second one is the most certain at present. No one can surpass the sky-high price of more than 2 million yuan in advertisements. I dare not say that I am 100% sure of the others!"

After getting off work at 5:30 in the evening, Bai Feng organized everyone together again.

In the conference room, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

"Everyone, starting today, the details of the Golden Microphone Contest have been issued. We must fight hard until May 5th, whether it is for ourselves, for the honorable retirement of Director Wang, or for Qin Xi The collective honor of the Provincial Radio Station!"

Ding Ning nodded.

"Mr. Bai, we have read the rules of the competition, so you can give the order!"

Others chimed in.

"That's right, Boss Bai, if he wants to fight, let's fight!"

"Our station has more than 2 million large advertisements, and there is no one to be afraid of!"

"Fight! For the director!"

"The dead bird faces upwards and wins a wave!"

"Fight it, Boss Bai!"

……

Bai Feng nodded solemnly.

"Well, since everyone is of the same mind, I feel more at ease. Now let's analyze the situation one by one. We should be most sure about the second advertisement quota. This should get a full score of 30 points! The other three are here now. Look, I'm not sure!"

"Boss Bai, isn't the audience rating for the first article quite high?"

"Based on yesterday's listening rate, we are indeed very high, but the problem now is that we only have a single day's listening rate. It would be fine if we could maintain it for a month, but if it's only a few days...it's useless! And The ratings of our station vary greatly, the high ones are all over 10, while the low ones are barely over 1, this time the requirement is the monthly average of all programs, one or two high ratings are useless.”

Bai Feng shook his head and continued.

"In addition, there is the third point of audience voting. This is beyond our control, but it is easier than the first point. The fourth point is the inspection and assessment. Wang Tai, do you know the specific situation?"

Wang Changzhi nodded.

"Well, I know this. According to the usual practice in previous years, the inspection team is composed of the second-in-command of each province. Don't worry too much about this. As long as there is no festival, it is basically just a matter of dealing with it."

(End of this chapter)