Lunch time.
The poem that Zhang Ye gave to the young couple was once again relished by the radio station's colleagues. One could easily hear people discussing about it at any time of the day.
"Little Zhang, you are eating instant noodles again?" The director came in.
Zhang Ye hurriedly swallowed the last mouthful and smiled. "Yeah, I just need to fill my stomach."
Zhao Guozhou asked with concern, "Eating like this isn't healthy. Is it because you are tight on your living expenses, as you haven't been paid? Hehe, if that is the case, don't worry about it. I have something to announce in while." Looking at the office, he said, "Is everyone back from lunch? Then put down what you are working on for a while. As the scene in the morning had wasted some time, well, I'll be announcing the listenership rates for yesterday."
Everyone looked over.
