Chapter 7: The First Day at Work

Please wait a moment; the HR department will assist you with your onboarding. However, there is no need to rush. Have a drink of water, and once you finish, I will take you to the office area to introduce you to everyone

Good morning, leader

Tian Bin was sitting right across from him, separated by a partition

This is Zhang Ye's first day at work. He is dressed in a suit and tie, arriving once again at the Beijing Broadcasting Station, where he found the Arts Broadcasting Department on the upper floor. The station's coverage primarily spans the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region, with a small number of cities in the Northeast also able to receive the frequency. While it cannot be compared to the central station, it still leads significantly in terms of audience reach compared to other local stations of the same level.

Three people chatted as they walked, completely unaware that Zhang Ye at the company entrance had already overheard them. Were they speaking ill of me behind my back? Were they hoping to get rid of me? What kind of people are they! Clearly, the editors and clerks were envious of Zhang Ye's good fortune, while other broadcasters believed that Zhang Ye would not achieve anything. Perhaps they viewed Zhang Ye, the substitute host, as no different from an ordinary copywriter, which led to this scene where no one at the arts station paid him any attention. Clearly, the editors and clerks were envious of Zhang Ye's good fortune, while other broadcasters believed that Zhang Ye would not achieve anything. Perhaps they viewed Zhang Ye, the substitute host, as no different from an ordinary copywriter, which led to this scene where no one at the arts station paid him any attention.

Xiao Zhang has arrived, please take a seat. Have you brought all the necessary documents?

All are included

The crowd clapped sporadically in welcome, with some clearly displaying skepticism in their eyes

His wife said: "Then just ignore him. If he can't get on the program, in a few days the station will probably reassign him to another department."

For an entire day, Zhang Ye was fully engaged in interpersonal communication with the library staff, yet the results were minimal, as if everyone was rather indifferent towards him, treating him as if he were optional.

Oh, right! Who told you that I couldn't appear on the show? Huh? Who told you that?

Tian Bin came over to shake hands with Zhang Ye, "Hello, Xiao Zhang, feel free to ask me if you have any questions"

The editor remarked on the phone: "Indeed, how can someone with such looks become a broadcaster? I don't understand what the station is thinking; it would be better for me to go on instead of him."

Zhang Ye hurriedly extended both hands and said, "Brother Tian, I will trouble you in the future."

Leader

Zhang Ye gently knocked on the door. Upon hearing a voice from inside saying "Come in," he pushed the door open and entered the room. The person sitting behind the desk was Zhao Guozhou, whom Zhang Ye had met during the interview. He was over forty years old and was the head of the literary broadcasting frequency. In this position, both radio and television stations in the capital and many regions are generally referred to as directors, although there are exceptions, such as in Xiangnan and Xiangbei provinces, where they are also referred to as "Daozhang".

What one pursues in life is fame and fortune. Zhang Ye is not greedy; he seeks only fame and not wealth. He dedicates all his efforts and energy to becoming famous, following the ultimate goal set by the game ring: "to become the greatest star in the world." Hard work will always yield rewards. He abandons all desires to strive solely for fame, and he does not believe he cannot make a name for himself. As for other things like money? Ha, what is money worth? Can it compare to fame? ... Hard work will always yield rewards. He abandons all desires to strive solely for fame, and he does not believe he cannot make a name for himself. As for other things like money? Ha, what is money worth? Can it compare to fame? ... He has always looked down upon money, treating it as worthless, truly indifferent to wealth, truly unconcerned...

Zhang Ye also greeted everyone at the appropriate time and provided a brief self-introduction

Thank you, I appreciate your help

Through everyone's conversations and dialogues, he roughly understood that Wang Light Beauty, who is around thirty years old, is indeed a star in the office area, regarded as the leading figure in their literary broadcasting. The program she hosts, "Talking about the World," is the most listened-to star program on their frequency. This is a cultural and historical segment that discusses the past and the present. Wang Light Beauty hosts it very well and is also quite attractive. Although she is not as stunning as Rao Aimin, who can be described as breathtakingly beautiful, anyone who sees her would still refer to her as a beauty. It is possible that only Zhang Ye is not particularly fond of her, as while Wang Light Beauty is reasonably good-looking, she lacks distinctive features and her temperament is insufficient, falling short compared to his landlord's aunt.

Wang lightly brushed his face, made a nonchalant sound of acknowledgment, and turned to leave

After a while, Zhao Guozhou cheerfully led Zhang Ye to the centralized office area of the cultural broadcasting station on the same floor. The area was quite large, with approximately thirty to forty desks. It seemed that today's programs had all been pre-recorded, as everyone appeared to be neither busy nor engaged in work; some were playing games while others were chatting. Upon seeing the leaders arrive, they all put down their games and fell silent.

After a brief conversation, Zhang Ye was also very attentive in his speech

"Brother Tian, how did Zhang Ye get the job?" the phone editor asked

Everyone greeted each other

It was not until the end of the workday that Zhang Ye understood what was going on, as he happened to overhear a conversation between a telephone editor from the cultural broadcast, Tian Bin, and a beautiful woman. That beauty was likely Tian Bin's wife, as the two were holding hands, possibly having come to pick up her husband after work.

Tian Bin is like this

Who told you that I cannot succeed

Just wait, I will let you all see for yourselves!

It is Monday

Leader

Zhao Guozhou said to Zhang Ye: "Xiao Tian is the announcer for our frequency's 'Late Night Ghost Stories.' You should learn and practice more with him; it will be beneficial for you." Previously, the late-night program on the literary broadcast also featured a ghost story, but it seems that the program did not have this name, which appears to have been altered by the game ring.

Afterward, Zhao Guozhou called over a young man who appeared to be about the same age as Zhang Ye, perhaps just a few years older. However, there was no comparison in looks; the young man was much more handsome. "Tian Bin, you are also in broadcasting and hosting. During this period, please guide Xiao Zhang and help him familiarize himself with the business"

Having completed all the necessary procedures, Zhang Ye proceeded to handle the onboarding formalities at hetushucomcom. By the time he finished, it was already 10:30 AM, and he returned to his desk located in the corner. Typically, corner spots are highly sought after, as they are less visible to supervisors, making it easier to slack off. However, this particular corner was different; it was not far from the entrance, and there was a water dispenser nearby, resulting in a constant flow of people. As a newcomer, Zhang Ye had no choice. Although his salary as a broadcaster was higher than that of editors and secretaries in the same office area, he was still a newcomer, and no seats were available for him to choose from.

Zhao Guozhou nodded and patted Zhang Ye on the shoulder, saying, "Everyone, please stop for a moment. I would like to introduce a new colleague, Zhang Ye, a recent graduate from the Broadcasting major at the College of Communication. Today, he becomes one of us, so let’s give him a warm welcome." Although the university is now called the College of Communication, it was formerly known as the Beijing Broadcasting Institute, and it only changed its name in recent years. Therefore, many people are still accustomed to its former name. "... There may be some alumni of Xiao Zhang present, who are his senior brothers and sisters, so please take good care of the newcomer."

Tian Bin asserted, "That Zhang Ye will definitely not become popular"

Who told you that I cannot appear on the program

Tian Bin's wife laughed and said, "Have such people been brought in? That's quite something."

Wang light beauty is also like this

The weather is uncooperative; today the smog is quite heavy

Zhang Ye looked around and, seeing that there was nothing to do and no one assigning tasks, he stood up and asked: "Brother Tian, what do you think I should do or what should I learn?"

As noon approached and it was time to go to the cafeteria for lunch, Zhang Ye took the opportunity to greet and get to know his colleagues in the same office area, saying, "Hello, Sister Wang, I am new here and hope to receive your guidance."

Tian Bin glanced at him, and it was evident that his expression was different from when he was with his previous leader. He showed little interest and said, "You can familiarize yourself first."

Zhang Ye still wanted to shake her hand, but ended up feeling quite awkward instead

Oh. Zhang Ye could not ask any further questions.

Tian Bin said: "The leader even asked me to take him along, but I don't have the time for that"

Tian Bin curled his lips and shook his head, saying: "Who knows, the appearance just doesn't make the cut"

By the way, where did we leave off just now

Leadership Office

Hey, wait!

The phone editor echoed: "Don't even mention getting popular; whether he can secure a program is another matter. All our cultural broadcasts have fixed hosts. At most, he can serve as a substitute host, just filling in for a day when someone is ill. Does he think he can have his own exclusive program? It might not even be possible next year. Just hang in there, ha! If it weren't for the previous substitute host being transferred to the news station, with his looks, he wouldn't even have the chance to become a host in the cultural station."

Zhang Ye suddenly stopped at the steps on the west side of the station, stepped on something with his foot, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he bent down to pick up a one-cent paper note that had been carelessly discarded on the ground, stealthily stuffed it into his pocket, and continued to stride forward.