I don’t know when the atmosphere of our entire society has become:

I want to get everything, and all the benefits should be mine. I don’t want to make any contribution. What does others have to do with me?

Some people call this free-for-nothing, just like those who read pirated novels complaining that there are too few good-looking novels every day, but they are never willing to spend a penny, hoping that the whole world can make selfless contributions for him.

All walks of life, no matter class, no matter rich or poor.

Moreover, if the same work or technology is from a foreigner, it will be spread out for hundreds of millions without bargaining, and flowers must be reported and promoted everywhere.

If the same works or techniques are from your own people, you will feel that you spend as much as you want. You think that this is something you should provide for free, and all kinds of despicable means are endless. The face does not blush and your heart does not beat.

All those who were crowded on the stage were laymen, and they were all fake and empty, and they talked about the five moral principles of morality, benevolence, faith, and moral integrity.

...

"Enough, I don't have a lot of appetite, thank you." Zhang Yanming smiled and was polite with the host.

Of course, the host didn’t really want to give him a meal, just to express that meaning, just to understand it.

Sun Hongye sent a text message: You should be having a meal now, right?

Zhang Yanming dialed and called Sun Hongye: "Is it a meal? Is there anything wrong?"

"I guess I should be eating now, but I'm afraid that calling will affect you. What are you eating?"

"Box lunches, four dishes and one soup, do you want to try it?"

"Hehe, don't want to, I know what the lunch box over there is like. I'll send it to you, right?"

"Forget it, I can get along with you. I'm not that delicate, don't bother. Thank you, my wife, I will take this idea."

"Then I'll ask the kitchen to prepare some food for you, and you'll have something to eat when you come back in the evening."

"No, don't bother others anymore. I don't have the habit of eating at night. I have a fat physique and have to develop a good living habit. Don't tempt me, otherwise you will regret it."

"Become a big fat man?"

"Well. Do you think I like to run every day? Isn't there any way, otherwise it will grow into 300 kilograms in minutes for you to see."

"...I can't imagine... I'll forget it, it's too terrible. Three hundred pounds. Isn't that going to crush me to death? Huh~~, it's not beautiful at all, you'd better stick to it."

"Haha, woman."

"Isn't it the same for men? If I want to become three hundred kilograms, will you still like to hug me? Can you carry me?... Oh my god, I'm not, absolutely not, impossible. Pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh."

"I think so beautifully, but you still want to grow into 300 pounds? I really don't know where you got the confidence." Zhang Yanming raised his phone while chatting with Sun Hongye.

"Your two babies asked me to ask you where you are, what you are doing, and if you are secretly running out to play with delicious food on your back."

Sun Hongye explained the reason for making the phone call.

Zhang Yanming also heard the sound of two big daughters chuckling on the phone, and must have been huddling beside Sun Hongye for eavesdropping.

"Dad, you are bad. If you go to the TV station, you won't take us. You will ignore you." Zhang Xiaoyue's voice came over.

"I'm here to work, not to play. Can we make some sense?"

"We won't make trouble. My mother said she was watching the uncles and aunts sing and could sit and listen, right in the big house where we sing."

"I'll ask the security guard to send them over and let them be small spectators, and they'll have to pout on the ceiling."

Sun Hongye's voice came: "They haven't been on stage for a long time, so go to the scene to experience the camera."

"Okay, there are free seats anyway. Have you eaten?"

"Just finished eating, I'm just trying to find you. You can have dinner, I'll call someone."

"Well, call me when I'm here."

"Who is coming?" Director Zhang asked.

"My two precious daughters, I was unhappy when I heard that I came to the TV station and wanted to watch it on site, otherwise I would be a bad guy and I would ignore me in the future."

"Xiaoyu and Xiaoyue are coming?" The host seized the opportunity and answered, expressing that being close and not annoying. The hosts are all smart, really, like three heads and six arms.

Well, Lu Yu's kind doesn't count.

"Well, come here later, just arrange them in the audience at that time. Please help me take care of you at any time."

He sat in the guest seat himself, and the camera would sweep from time to time, which would definitely be inconvenient to take care of the children. The host just had a show and could slip away during the performance.

"Leave it to me." Director Zhang continued, saying that he could take care of the children.

"You won't go back?" It's normal off-duty time now, and Director Zhang, as a leader with a very low level, naturally does not need to be on duty or overtime.

"You come on the first day today, so I have to accompany you, so I can save myself from finding me some shoes in the future." Director Zhang joked.

In fact, his family lives in Taiwan, and it only takes a few minutes to go back and forth, so it doesn’t matter whether he returns or not.

Although the national station is not good at lunch boxes, the benefits are still quite good. The family areas are all newly built, Yishui large apartments.

As soon as the door opened, Zhou Qing walked in with a lunch box, smiled and told Director Zhang, host Xiaofei and several guests, waved his hands and greeted him, and sat directly next to Zhang Yanming.

Open the lunch box in his hand and put it in front of Zhang Yanming: "I can't finish it, I think you definitely don't have enough."

Without waiting for Zhang Yanming to speak, he took the chopsticks and moved half into Zhang Yanming's lunch box. He sucked the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat from Zhang Yanming's lunch box.

"Are you working overtime?" Zhang Yanming asked, and scattered the pointed lunch box inside.

"We don't have any fixed time? How can we do this? Isn't Xiao Fei still working? When will you guys have time? Pay more attention to us poor people."

"It's not easy," Director Zhang nodded: "But the most difficult thing is the other end of the news center. What do you do to coax? Have you gotten up at three o'clock every day to go to work?"

"Three o'clock? Early in the morning?" Zhang Yanming was a little surprised.

"Well, it's really not easy to host the morning news at three o'clock in the morning, but no one can do it. The editors there are so many years of work from nine o'clock in the evening to four o'clock in the morning."

"Actually, the worst thing is behind the scenes. What was the last time a makeup artist called? Su Ran, right? He came to work at night and was almost dragged into the car and taken away by two drunks. There was no one shouting in the middle of the night."

"I did it early, but fortunately I had a chance to come out later."

Xiaofei nodded and shook her head again: "It's not easy. I felt tired at that time, my nerves are always tense, and my life is in a mess."

"I'm lucky. I'm at the Art Center when I entered Taiwan. I didn't do much in the morning. At most, I just occasionally work overtime at night. I'm usually free and not as nervous as the news."

"But the pressure on our work here is greater than that of news. There is no competition for news. We rely on luck here, and if the program cannot be promoted, it will be over."

"How can there be an easy thing? The conditions are already quite good now. We are still poor and we still have to do it?"

Director Zhang actually understands the host's status and difficulties, but as a leader, he cannot interfere, and he must correct the situation and cannot allow such free and casual topics to continue.
Chapter completed!