One answer was blacklisted by the TV station

Afternoon.

The landline of Huhai Radio Station was directly blown up by those entertainment companies.

Originally, there was only one operator, looking at the four landlines in front of him that rang at the same time, and he was a little overwhelmed for a while.

She thought it was someone's prank, so she picked up one and asked politely:

"Hey, hello, this is Huhai Broadcasting..."

I'm sorry, I'm just an operator here, I don't know what your call is..."

"That's the case, Wen Gu Bosom Friend program is from your Huhai Radio, right?"

"This is a program we just launched, is there anything wrong with the program?"

Normally, her role is to calm the audience's emotions, and this phone number can also be said to be a complaint hotline.

Apparently the operator hasn't figured it out yet, and thought it was another complaint.

"There's nothing wrong with the show, I just want to know, do you sell the song of my father's prose poem on the show? The price is negotiable. The

operator had a question mark on her head, and she asked suspiciously

, "This gentleman, did you make the wrong call? We are a radio station, and we don't sell songs."

"How could it be possible to make the wrong call? Wen Gu Zhiyin is your program, right? Gu Qingyun sang a song on the radio, called his father's prose poem, it will definitely not be wrong.

By the way, I'm TiMi Entertainment, I want to buy the copyright of this song, you can help me ask how much it is. The

operator was stupid again, Tianmei Entertainment had heard of it, and there were several first-line artists in the company.

Since everyone has already reported their homes, it shouldn't be a joke.

Could it be that you really want to buy a song?"

"This sir, I can't be the master of this matter, I'll ask the leader and see what the leader says."

"Okay, you should do it as soon as possible, and besides, I said this matter first, if we really decide to sell songs, we Tianmei must have priority. "

Okay sir, I'm going to ask the leader, thank you for your call. With

that, he hung up the phone.

The operator who hung up didn't think much of it, as the remaining three landlines were still ringing.

No, the one that I just hung up started to ring again.

There was no way, the operator could only call a few colleagues to help answer, and she was too busy herself.

I found a few idle colleagues, and they also answered the phone with a curious face, as if this kind of scene had not happened since I joined the company.

The three of them joined the wiring army.

When I picked up the phone, the content of the phone was all unified, and there was only one, that is.

I want to buy the copyright of my father's prose poems and songs, and you can open it at the price, I am representing a certain entertainment company!

Gradually, the original operator realized that something was wrong and hurriedly ran to the program director's office to report the situation.

Zhang Hongwei was drinking tea in the office when suddenly there was a sharp knock on the door.

Before he could react, the door had been pushed open, and the operator trotted to his desk, gasping for air.

Zhang Hongwei frowned, and said in a deep voice: "What do you look like in a hurry! Aren't you the operator in the station? Why, it seems that there are more complaints today? Which program is it?"

The operator held on to the desk and panted and said, "Yes..." It's Wen Gu..

Wen Gu Zhiyin!" "What? Wen Gu Zhiyin? Impossible!" When

Zhang Hongwei heard that it was Wen Gu Zhiyin, his hands shook in fright, and the tea in the teacup was directly spilled.

How could it be Wen Gu Zhiyin? He had been watching the show last night, and he felt very good, how could there be so many complaints?

The operator finally relieved himself, took two deep breaths to calm down, and said:

"It's Wen Gu Zhiyin, but it's not a complaint, it seems that the people who call are all entertainment companies, and they want to buy the copyright of the songs in the program, and I forgot what song it is..."

She patted her head with some annoyance, she did forget.

When Zhang Hongwei heard that this was the case, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turns out that this is the case, when they call again in the future, they will tell them that the copyright of the song is in Gu Qingyun's hands, and we have no copyright in the station, so if you want to buy it, go to him." He

waved his hand and motioned for her to go out.

The operator nodded, turned and trotted out of the office.

Zhang Hongwei, who was sitting in the chair, thought about it, and still called Gu Qingyun, after all, it was better to inform him of this kind of thing.

picked up the mobile phone, flipped through Gu Qingyun's mobile phone number, and dialed it directly.

...

'Buzz~'

Gu Qingyun, who was dating Zhou Gong's daughter, noticed a vibration next to his pillow.

I raised my hand in a daze and picked it up, and I didn't even look at it.

"Hey, Brother Gu, let me tell you a great good thing!hahaha~"

Zhang Hongwei's mood was quite good.

What does it mean that those entertainment companies want this song by name

? It means that this song is popular! This song is popular, so can the program that created this song not follow the fire?

What a hell of a 3% listening rate bet, don't worry about it at all.

"What's the matter, I'm sleeping.

Gu Qingyun lay on the bed, answered the phone with his right hand, scratched the back of his head with his left hand, he was going crazy.

The front foot had just finished moving, and he hadn't slept much for a while, and the phone came again.

It's a shame that he didn't get out of bed, otherwise I really don't know what would have happened...

"Don't sleep, hurry up and come to the stage, it's a great thing! I'll keep you and immediately feel a hundred times more energetic when I hear this! Okay, I won't tell you, come directly to my office in the station, and I'll wait for you in the office."

After speaking, he didn't give Gu Qingyun time to react, and hung up the phone directly.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Gu Qingyun seemed to use all his strength, opened his eyes and looked at the caller number.

threw the phone directly, pulled the quilt on the side and covered his head.

About two or three minutes passed.

"Ah~~~!!"

Gu Qingyun shouted, lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed.

I rubbed my broken hair, got up, dressed and washed.

Looking at himself in the mirror, his bloodshot eyes filled with blood, he sighed deeply.

Washing your face with cool water can make you feel a little more refreshed, and after tidying up, I opened the door and walked out.

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