Chapter 39: The Evening News of Chongqing Adds Fuel to the Fire (Part 2)

  This book has already been signed, everyone can rest assured to collect it, and try to support the brother.

  "What are you looking at so intently?" Everyone has curiosity, and Old Wang is no exception. He saw that Old Zhang, who usually argued with him, was unusually quiet today, and he suddenly became curious. So he also stood up, walked around to this side of the table, and stretched his neck to take a look.

  For a moment, the entire office fell silent, with only the two large ceiling fans above their heads whirring frantically.

  "It seems to be really impressive?" Old Wang himself was a language teacher, and his speed reading ability was not to be doubted. He quickly scanned the preface of the report with a glance, and couldn't help but let out an admiring sigh.

  "Shh!" Old Zhang yelled in annoyance. He wasn't very interested in literature, especially when it was going so slowly, and he hated being disturbed the most.

  Old Wang was scolded but just smiled and didn't react much. After all, the two had known each other for decades, who didn't know who?

  He read the newspaper much faster than Old Zhang, with a speed that felt like flying. So while Old Zhang was still nodding his head and enjoying himself, Old Wang had already picked up his tea cup and started sipping his tea leisurely.

  "How was it? Didn't you feel very powerful?" After waiting for almost three minutes, Old Zhang finally put down the newspaper with a lingering sense of regret, took off his reading glasses. Then, Old Wang asked.

  "Joking, what's not awesome? What else is awesome?" Old Zhang took a big sip of his tea and said in a bad tone: "I'm telling you, why don't you read your own newspaper? Are you also curious about this young man?"

  "Jokes, what kind of creature wouldn't have a bit of curiosity?" Old Wang tapped the desktop with his fingers, covering the teacup with a "clink", and thought for a moment before saying: "You say this young man's vocal cords are how they grew? Men singing in a female voice is one thing, but why can he freely switch between several female singers' voices? Is it really that there's no pressure on him at all?"

  Old Zhang looked at his old friend who was nitpicking with a somewhat depressed expression and said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "What does it matter to you how good someone's voice is? You just need to know that they're indeed that awesome, isn't that enough?"

  "Whatever it is, we must get to the bottom of it. You're a science student, yet you don't even uphold this truth." Old Wang said indignantly: "You say his ability to crush an ashtray with his bare hands is something we can't learn, and that his singing skills are useless to us, but what about his voice? Maybe it can be cultivated through practice. If it can be widely promoted, won't that be exciting?"

  "You, I think you should go back to bed early, talking nonsense in broad daylight." Old Zhang was too weak to argue with him, this throat thing is really congenital? You actually want to promote it widely? With this time and energy, you might as well go learn Tai Chi, which can strengthen your body, treat insomnia and vivid dreams.

  "Never mind, I must go to the scene to see this young man's performance," Lao Wang became even more spirited, he picked up his old Nokia mobile phone and dialed the newspaper's reception number that was prominently displayed on the paper...

  "Ask him, I'd like to see something unusual too!" Old Zhang was delighted to take advantage of the opportunity, because he himself was also curious about this young man called "Xiao Tang", extremely curious.

  Actually, thinking about it carefully, in the sweltering heat of the Dog Days, he didn't take a car but instead walked or rode a bicycle to the East Sea coast of Shanghai, and along the way, he performed while walking. Moreover, he had an incredibly powerful kung fu skill on his body. Apart from that, his absolutely heavenly mimicry ability is now unparalleled.

  These heavy conditions, if distributed separately to others, would at most be evaluated as "talented", but when they are all concentrated on one person's body, the influence they have on the masses is completely different.

  "What's up?" Old Zhang asked curiously as he saw his old friend holding onto his phone without saying a word.

  "Busy." Old Wang replied impatiently, then continued dialing, but it was still busy.

  "Never mind, you can call later! I think there are many people like us who want to ask this young man now." Old Zhang hastily persuaded Old Wang, who was getting angry. He was afraid that in a fit of anger, he would smash his mobile phone again. Cough, this is something that has happened before, and we must be on guard!

  "Whatever, I'll call again tonight." Old Wang didn't smash another phone after all, but he was very unhappy and threw it onto his office desk.

  In fact, just as the two teachers had guessed, at this moment, throughout Chongqing City, among the readers who got their hands on this issue of the evening paper in the first instance, at least 60% to 70% of them developed a great curiosity about someone. They either didn't believe it or were full of admiration and kept dialing the hotline of Chongqing Evening News, which was why Old Wang couldn't get through.

  The "culprit" who caused this scene, reporter Chang Hai Xin, after finishing the interview with Xiao Wan Ge last night, returned to the hotel room with Shu Xiao Juan and did not go to sleep immediately. Instead, she spent a whole three hours, finally turning the entire interview into a news article, which was then sent to the newspaper through the hotel's computer network. Only then did the two women crawl onto the bed, exhausted, and fall asleep.

  Then this morning, because of worrying that the editor would suppress it and not let it be published, or give a poor layout, Chang Hai Xin and Shu Xiao Juan set off early to rush to the city. However, their luck was too bad, originally a two-hour drive on the highway turned into a crawl due to a chain collision accident, and they didn't arrive at the newspaper office until after 12 o'clock, exhausted and starving.

  Fortunately, the editor-in-chief did not "mess around", and after letting out a sigh of relief, they only felt dizzy with hunger. They immediately ran to a fast-food restaurant and ate a lot. After regaining their energy, they stayed at the newspaper office, absent-mindedly doing some editing work, counting down the time until 3:30 when the newspapers started being delivered to various sales points and subscribers' hands. Chang Hai finally couldn't help but stand up and said to Shu Xiaowen, who was also barely holding back her anxious mood: "Let's go to the online department and hear the feedback."

  Maybe someone will wonder why a big reporter like Chang Hai Xin would be so out of control. She can't possibly have such low endurance, right?

  In fact, logically speaking, she is an old man who has been in the news industry for decades and has seen many storms, and should not be so tender. But who made this report taken from her own niece's opinion, and also insisted on going to the front page of the entertainment section?

  If the response is not great, it can still be said to pass, but if there is a citizen's response that is too bad, then it must be responsible. If it was just her responsibility, it would not matter, at most, it would only deduct some bonuses, after all, one's qualifications are old! From the president to the editor-in-chief, to the cleaning aunt and switchboard operator of the newspaper company, who doesn't know?

  The key is that when she signed her name, she also hung up the name of Shu Xiaowen, who was still in the probationary period. At that time, I thought that if this report was very successful, my niece would be able to achieve some results. When transferring to a regular position, it can be used as a proof of ability!

  So, Chang Hai Xin and Shu Xiao Wan were both very nervous, afraid to hear the operator connect the call and hear "bad" news, which would be terrible.

  A newspaper company, if nothing out of the ordinary happens, usually arranges several full-time switchboard operators to serve as "customer service". When they are busy, they are not much different from the customer service personnel of mobile phone and telecommunications companies. Because whenever there is a big advertisement in the newspaper, such as a certain building materials city having discounts or a certain home appliance mall offering preferential treatment... etc., citizens with this shopping tendency will immediately call to inquire about the details. Even if it has already been written very clearly in the newspaper, many cautious people still insist that the switchboard operator explain it again.

  And the operator is also most afraid of and annoyed by this type of call. If you don't say anything, it's dereliction of duty; if you do speak, you have to repeat yourself dozens or even hundreds of times, which is not just frustrating?

  When today's newspaper had just been delivered to some stalls for less than five minutes, the telephones in the exchange room started ringing one after another. The sisters who were still relatively leisurely suddenly became busy.

  "Hello, this is Chongqing..."

  "I know I know, I just want to ask, what time and where is Zhang Shuai's autograph session tomorrow?" The fan on the other end of the phone didn't even wait for the staff to finish speaking, and immediately fired off their own question.

  "Can't you read the newspaper?" The receptionist silently cursed in her heart, but still had to answer: "Hello, Zhang Shaohan's autograph session is tomorrow morning from 9-10 am at the Jiamao Shopping Center on the first floor of the Shapingba Mountain Gorge Commercial Plaza!"

  "Okay, thank you!" The fan hung up the phone as soon as he finished listening and should be on his way to grab a spot.

  As soon as the phone was hung up, another phone that had been ringing for a while was picked up in a hurry. Without saying his usual introduction, the person on the other end immediately said: "I mainly want to ask if the young man who reported today, Xiao Tang, who is very good at imitation, will perform in the main urban area. If so, what time and place?"

  "Sorry, my journalist colleague didn't..." The receptionist was about to respond truthfully when she saw someone walking towards her. She took a glance and found it was none other than Chang Hai Xin. So she hastily said: "Chang Jie, this reader is inquiring about the street singer Xiao Tang you interviewed..."

  "It seems the response is quite good! Okay, I'll come!" Chang Hai Xin immediately threw away his worries upon hearing the news and took over the phone, saying: "Hello reader, if you're asking about Xiao Tang's performance time and location, I can tell you that he mentioned wanting to perform at the empty space in Shapingba Square. The latest it will be is tomorrow, as long as it doesn't rain."

  "Is it possible that it's tonight? I have to go on a business trip to Shu tomorrow!" The reader opposite him said somewhat gloomily: "I really want to experience the magical feeling you wrote about in person!"

  "I can't guarantee that, because I don't have his contact information either," Chang Hai said frankly.

  She hung up the phone and secretly let out a sigh of relief, while also feeling happy for Xiao Xiao Ge, because this same situation was repeated continuously in this switchboard room, just in a short period of time, at least a dozen or so readers called to ask about "Little Tang" performing in the main city area.

  "This fire is indeed rare and prosperous!" With a relaxed and pleasant mood, Chang Hai Xin and Shu Xiao Juan walked out of the switch room together. Now they can find a place to take a nap.

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