Chapter 382

"What are you doing?" Yang Xiaotian asked.

"Wash the car!" Sun Junzhe's answer is natural.

Being answered like this, Yang Xiaotian suddenly feels that his question is so stupid.

So he changed his way of asking, "I mean, what are you doing here washing the car?"

"Oh, you say that!" Sun Junzhe wiped the sweat on his forehead and said with a smile, "the car is full of blood. I think it may not be easy to wash when the blood is dry, so I'll take the time to wash it now. You see, it's very clean inside. I don't need detergent at all. I just use a soft cloth to wipe it with water. However, the leather seat is better. If it's a woven seat, the blood will seep in now, It's a pity that the seats of this new car are scrapped! "

Yang Xiaotian looked carefully and found that the car was really clean.

He patted sun Junzhe on the shoulder and praised: "it's really good!"

Sun Junzhe laughed.

After a while, Tong Xin also came down and three people got on the bus.

Sun Junzhe asked, "brother Yang, what happened to that man?"

Yang Xiaotian said with a smile: "you look down on me, don't you? What's wrong with me? It's back! "

"Great Sun Junzhe put up his thumb, and immediately he looked like he wanted to talk and stop.

Yang Xiaotian asked: "how? If you have anything, just say it! "

"That's it Sun Junzhe nodded hard, "brother Yang, do you know there is one of your posts on the post bar?"

"Do you have one?" Yang Xiaotian frowned slightly, as if thinking, "I really don't know. I usually spend more time on Weibo!"

"What a pity!" Sun Junzhe shook his head and said, "the advantages of microblog lie in timeliness and communication power, but if you really want to say the viscosity of fans, it's better to post it!"

"Well, do you have a post that pays attention to me?" Yang Xiaotian asked.

"Well!" Sun Junzhe nodded.

"Hey, how many fans are there in my post bar?" Yang Xiaotian asked.

"This... Is not much!" Sun Junzhe some embarrassed said, it seems that not many fans because of his reasons.

But to be honest, it's polite not to say much. There are only more than 100 people who pay attention to the post of "Yang Xiaotian".

It's strange who comes. There are hundreds of thousands of Yang Xiaotian's fans on Weibo, and they are all real fans. Without zombie fans, the communication power is terrible.

But why are there only more than 100 fans on the post bar?

In fact, it's easy to understand when you think about it.

The difference lies in what sun Junzhe said.

At the same time, people who have played post bar and microblog will find one difference, that is, on microblog, you have paid attention to hundreds of people before you play.

Because these people live, whether marketing or personal, after a period of time will always send a micro blog, some micro blog stars can even send more than ten micro blogs a day.

It's all alive.

But what about the post bar? Many post bar, stars have never been to, also did not speak, so the fans in the post bar is really viscosity big fans.

If you look at the user's attention in the post bar, even if it's a professional post bar, it's too much to pay attention to dozens of post bars. Most people pay attention to more than ten or twenty post bars.

So generally speaking, the number of fans of post bar is less than that on microblog.

Sun Junzhe asked: "brother Yang, can I post today's incident to the post bar?"

"Yes Yang Xiaotian said that the first version of health guard will soon be on the market, and now he likes things that can improve the popularity.

"All right!" After getting the reply, sun Junzhe was very happy.

After returning home, sun Junzhe turned on his computer and began to post.

Half an hour later, today's experience was posted by sun Junzhe.

Then he began to constantly refresh, looking forward to someone else's reply.

The first reply: "are you bragging? What is Yang Xiaotian? The chief doctor of 307 Hospital, how could he go to your house to rent a house? They must have bought a house! "

"You are right upstairs. Even if you rent a house, you can't rent a house in Guang'an!"

Sun Junzhe quickly explained: "you all misunderstood that 307 Hospital and Guang'an Hospital of traditional Chinese medicine have become one company. Brother Yang is now the vice president of the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine!"

"Well, I checked it, and there is such a news! Landlord, you are really thoughtful! But to tell you the truth, even if Dr. Yang goes to Guang'an, there must be a doctor's dormitory. Even if he rents a house, he will rent one himself. How can he live in your home? "

"That's it, that's it. I think the landlord wants to be famous and crazy!"

"Hey, everybody has it!"

Sun Junzhe was angry. He said, "you wait. Tomorrow I'll ask brother yang to take a picture with me to prove that I didn't lie. If I lie, I'll be dead!"

"Oh, just swallowing the keyboard? I thought I was going to cut JJ live! "

"It's so evil upstairs, JJ cut it and it's gone! It's better to sprinkle cumin on the keyboard! "

"Ha ha, the landlord is too shameless. He also called brother Yang. When Yang Xiaotian knew it, he couldn't be angry to death!"

Sun Junzhe called it a depression.

If it's not too late now, he wants to rush up and take a picture with Yang Xiaotian.

He turned off the computer and thought, you wait. I'll surprise you tomorrow.

The next morning.

Although Guang'an is a small city, the school is still relatively strict. Sun Junzhe leaves home at six o'clock. He has to arrive at school at six thirty, and then reads until seven thirty in the morning. He has a half-hour break to make breakfast, and formal class begins at eight o'clock.

So he has no way to disturb Yang Xiaotian.

I have to wait until after school to find Yang Xiaotian.

But after school, he didn't see Yang Xiaotian. When he asked, he knew that Yang Xiaotian had gone to Nanhu.

He was Sparta at the time.

I thought to myself, "brother Yang, when are you going to Nanhu

He's already thinking about how to get through today.

But as a veteran of the battlefield network, he has a trick, that is feign death!

He decided not to post it today, so he could muddle through.

What a wit!

In fact, Yang Xiaotian got up earlier than sun Junzhe. He drove to Nanhu early in the morning, mainly to fulfill the cooperation with Nanhu TV station and launch a special program of health preservation.

This is not the first time that Yang Xiaotian has come to Nanhu TV station. The last time he came to Nanhu TV station was to participate in a debate, but now he has come to Nanhu TV station to work together.

Before the car entered, he saw Xiangduo at the door, so he pressed the horn, pressed the window and cried, "Xiangduo, how can you stand here?"

Xiangduo, dressed in a windbreaker and leather boots, looks very beautiful. When she sees that it's Yang Xiaotian in the car, she smiles and says, "it's not all for waiting for you. Let's go. Hurry in!"

There is Xiang duo waiting there. Naturally, the security guard at the door is afraid to stop him and let him go smoothly. However, they are all thinking about what he is and how he came to meet the TV station.

Yang Xiaotian stops the car and comes to Xiangduo.

Yang Xiaotian embarrassed said: "such a cold day, but also let you wait outside!"

"Hey, it's OK. It's too stuffy in the room. I just came out to relax! What about? Would you like to have a rest first? After all, I've been driving for hours! " Ask to the flower concerned.

"Nothing!" Yang Xiaotian moved his shoulder and said with a smile, "it's OK to have an operation for more than ten hours at a time, not to mention the car that has only been driving for three or four hours. I can start at any time!"

Xiang duo was amused by Yang Xiaotian and said with a smile, "OK, let's go to the stage. I'll go there and inform the director later."

Yang Xiaotian nodded and said, "but really, I'm still a little nervous."

"It's OK, your copywriting is very good, and we have done all the preliminary work, which shows that you are quite recognized in the stage! So you just need to play normally! " To flower soft voice comfort way.

"Well!" Yang Xiaotian nodded.

"Don't worry, no one will say anything about you even if you don't perform well. As long as you perform well professionally, after all, you are a doctor, not a host or an actor!" Xiang duo said again.

Yang Xiaotian laughed: "if you say this, I will have music in my heart!"

They went to a stage on the third floor.

The stage on TV is relatively large. In fact, the scene is relatively small. There is a layout of more than 20 square meters in the center, just like the layout on the general interview program.

Then a few rows of seats are fan-shaped across the stage, which can hold about 40 or 50 spectators.

Then there are all kinds of lighting, sound equipment and so on.

"Take a break first, and I'll send someone!" Said Xiang duo.

"Well!" Yang Xiaotian nodded, then took out his mobile phone to brush his micro blog and sent a message: "to Nanhu TV station, recording programs!" And took a picture.

To be honest, this is a relatively low behavior in his opinion, but there is no way. In order to publicize himself and better publicize the health guards, he has given up.

"Mr. Yang, drink water!" At this time, a staff member brought up a glass of water and politely said to Yang Xiaotian.

"Thank you Yang Xiaotian was really thirsty. He took the water and drank it down.

After a while, the director and the crew came.

The director is chubby, in his thirties, wearing a pair of glasses. He looks like a smiling face. He shouts from a distance: "Oh, Mr. Yang, I can see you alive!"

Yang Xiaotian looks embarrassed: "when did I die?"

The director was stunned and immediately laughed: "Mr. Yang is so humorous, I have more confidence in our program! By the way, Mr. Yang, let me introduce myself. My name is Zeng Qi. Just call me Xiao Zeng! "

"That's no good. I have to call you Zeng Dao!" Yang Xiaotian said quickly.

"Hi, Mr. Yang, you are very kind!" Director Zeng Qi said with a smile, but he didn't argue any more, "let's talk about today's program while the audience is still in the audience for a while?"

Yang Xiaotian nodded: "OK!"