Chapter 341

"Hello, have you heard? The new show on the record channel got another six million dollars for production. "

"How much? Six million! Is that crazy on stage? "

"Shh, keep your voice down. I think it's certain this time. Hu Fei's little fox spirit has something to do with Bidai. "

"I wipe, do you dare to say that?"

"They dare to do it. Why don't I dare to say it? Just keep it down."

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"Lao Xu, I think your agricultural channel is in trouble."

"What trouble can we have?"

"Haven't you heard that the station has allocated another six million dollars to record channel to produce new programs. Looking at that posture, it seems that we want to raise the ratings of the record channel and keep this channel. You said that if the ratings of the record channel really go up, your agricultural channel is at the bottom, and it's you who will be disbanded in the end. "

"Wipe, those who can die are old, weak, sick and disabled, and compete with me for ratings. Wait. I'll go to the entertainment channel and ask for some programs. I don't believe they can turn to the sky with a crane tail! "

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"The record channel is going to make a big move again, and the channel has given back six million dollars. I can't understand such a big support."

"Don't understand what?"

"I don't understand. Do you want to disband the recording channel. If you give them so much money, it's impossible to disband them next month. This is not to let the money go for nothing. "

"Hey, hey, you're right. It's just floating. Come here. I'll tell you something. Don't tell anyone

"What, so mysterious."

"It's about recording the channel's program production funds. When I went to the finance department just now to pay the account, I overheard director Wang muttering. The program budget of record channel this time is six million to the outside, but in fact, the report says sixty million! "

"How much!"

"Don't shout! I won't tell you any more

"Ah, I don't shout, I don't shout, you say quickly."

"I tell you, in the past two years, the old director and vice director Bi have taken control of the finance in the desk. I heard that they embezzled public funds and mixed up with a usurer outside. It may be that I lost money later, and the finance of Taiwan has been in a big deficit. When the record channel started a new program, the director of the station was busy giving money to make up for the deficit. It was the same with the last documentary. "

"What else? But how can this make up for the financial deficit? "

"Are you stupid? When the record channel is disbanded next month, these people of the record channel will lose so much money. They have found a scapegoat. I'll tell you all these things by yourself. Don't tell anyone else. "

"Well, good, good."

……

"Well, let me tell you something. Do you know why the station has to allocate six million to the record channel?"

"Why?"

"It's because there is a financial deficit in Taiwan. I'll tell you, it's like this... "

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Record channel once again got 6 million program production funds, soon spread in Xucheng TV station.

The old director and Bi Tai, who are all bent on making up for the financial deficit, have found a reasonable solution to all the problems. But they ignored one point.

That's the power of rumors.

It spread quickly among the grassroots staff of the TV station.

In the office of the recording channel, Xiao Jun is sitting in front of the computer, elaborately making "thank you, Bidai."

"Oh, I can't stand your thank you. If you don't agree to the good conditions of Ding Da Shao, you'll have to toss it for yourself."

Bi Kun snorted coldly, but didn't look at it. Hu Fei's new program introduction materials were directly stamped and passed.

Without saying a word, Hu Fei picked up the documents and left.

Then, Xucheng TV set a record that ordinary people can't understand.

It took only one day for a program to be produced, approved and broadcast.

Make a TV program with a budget of 6 million in one day. What a fuss!

At 8:00 p.m. on September 22, this new program was quietly shown on the record channel of Xucheng TV station.

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Early in the morning, Xiao Jun walked on the street, hazy mist shrouded the earth.

It's autumn. I feel a little cold.

A breeze hit, Xiao Jun can't help but shrink his neck, thinking about how to use the fastest speed to improve the ratings of the recording channel.

All of a sudden, a running figure comes out of the fog and suddenly bumps into Xiao Jun.

Bang, Xiao Jun had nothing to do with it. The man who hit him fell back and his arms were all over the ground.

"Ouch You're going to kill my old ladyWith a cry of pain, Xiao Jun saw that it was an old woman who ran into him.

Subconsciously, he rushed up and reached out to help the old man up.

But the hand stretched to half, just like touching the electricity, hurriedly retracted.

I wipe, almost into the pit, this is not the encounter porcelain, right?

Bump, old lady, fall, help or not, these words surround in Xiao Jun's mind, let him suddenly think of the things that once made many people lose their property, scared all over a shiver.

Just as he hesitated, his eyes could not help glancing at what the old lady had just fallen out of her arms.

Dozens of bags of iodized salt were spread all over the floor.

Xiao Jun's pupil shrinks and is shocked again.

Without waiting for him to recover, the old lady saw Xiao Jun staring at his salt. At that time, she didn't care whether the fall hurt or not. Ma liu'er got up from the ground, and with the speed of "the thunder can't hide his ears and steal the bell, so that Xiao Jun can't be shocked to speed up again", she gathered the salt in her arms and ran away.

I wipe, saved, don't ruin?

No, if the old man didn't touch porcelain, I would apologize.

Ah? Why does the old lady buy so much salt?

Several questions in a row revolve in his mind. Xiao Jun turns around and goes on. A moment later, the scene in front of him makes him feel bad.

In front of the biggest jinzuo supermarket near Xucheng TV station, countless people tried their best to squeeze inside. The supermarket security guards were too scared to stand in the distance.

There was a lot of noise. At one moment, someone squeezed out of the supermarket, just like the old lady just now, with more than ten bags of iodized salt in her arms, and ran for her life like crazy.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Jun finally remembered a word that had been far away from him for a long time.

"Salt storm"!