Chapter 10 - ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’ is Born! (1/2)

Outside the office unit, the sky was completely dark.

It was past 11 at night, and they were just less than 30 minutes away from the live broadcast at midnight!

“Has it not been done?”

“Leader, I really can’t find one!”

“You have to find one, even if you can’t! Look at what time it is!”

“Yes. Then, then I’ll try again. I will do my best!”

Many people in the office worked overtime. More than ten people hurried about, trying to save the situation. If an idiom was used to describe the situation, it would be “all h.e.l.l broke loose”!

“Leader.” Tian Bin asked carefully.

Zhao Guozhou waved his hand, “Go to the broadcasting studio and wait there first!”

Li Si ran inside the office and said, “There’s still no way. I have inquired about more than ten supernatural novels. Their audio rights have been sold to other websites or radio stations. I have also contacted the Beihe province’s radio station regarding some of their novels, hoping to broadcast them in a cooperative manner, but they refused. Also, there are some more common horror novels, but due to the tight time schedule, there is no way of contacting them. Some of them don’t even have a way of contacting them.”

Zhao Guozhou slammed the table, “There’s not a single book?”

Li Si said bitterly, “Supernatural novels are now in short supply. The market is still in its nascent stages and there are only just slightly more than ten books that are mature works. Radio stations from everywhere are s.n.a.t.c.hing them up, too.”

An editor said, “The worst situation is for us to delay one to two episodes. We can then buy the copyright for them over these two days. Following that, we can resume broadcasting when we have the contract signed.”

Zhao Guozhou said fiercely, “This program has been ongoing for five years without a break. If it goes off the air, who will take up the responsibility? Besides, we have advertised the program over the past few days. Three of our channels have been continuously promoting the new novel for today’s “Late-night Ghost Stories”. Who doesn’t know that the most important day of a novel is its first day? Although people do not know what book is to be broadcast, with such widespread publicity, there would at least be four to five times the usual listeners.h.i.+p waiting for the broadcast today. Halt the broadcast? Are you going to say it? Today’s program has to be broadcast, regardless of anything. Hurry and try to make contact! I don’t believe that we can’t sign a single supernatural novel!”

As “Recalling Spirits” was the hottest supernatural story today, the station had struck the iron while it was hot by promoting it. They had never expected that this large-scale promotional campaign had turned into a noose around their own necks!

Tian Bin said softly, “If we really can’t make it in time, then…”

Zhao Guozhou shouted, “Even if you can’t make it in time, you still have to make it! Since this trouble was caused by you, wipe your own a.s.s!”

Tian Bin did not dare to make a sound as his forehead sweated profusely. He felt oppressed, but he could not release his anger. Who knew that such coincidences would happen? If he had not slipped due to that lunchbox lid, he would not have closed the message window with President Li and he would not have sent the message to the wrong person. If he had not fallen because of a colleague that brushed past him, he would not have chosen the wrong name. If the fluorescent light did not explode and cause Li Si to hit him, he would not have wrongly pressed the send b.u.t.ton. Tian Bin had never bungled up so badly in his entire life. However, with all these coincidences happening at the same time, Tian Bin found it very odd! Now with the program on the brink of a major incident, Tian Bin might even be faced with disciplinary action. He did not know how he had offended the Heavens. Why was he being toyed with? Tian Bin looked at Zhang Ye, as if he had seen a ghost. Ever since he had an argument with Zhang Ye, he had been unlucky!

Midnight.

Number five live broadcast studio.

This was the Literature Channel’s dedicated broadcast studio that was very well-equipped.

Zhang Ye and another staff member entered to test the devices. The staff member checked the headset, while Zhang Ye tested the microphone. There were still ten minutes to go, before the live broadcast entered countdown. Without the novel’s copyrights, there was no way to proceed with the live broadcast. What was there to say? This was not some talk show, where one could talk anything under the sun. This was a ghost story program. People switched on their radios late at night just to listen to this. Without any material, there was no way of going through with it.

Across the studio was a transparent gla.s.s with a soundproof room on the other side. Typically, that was where the phone editor sat. After finis.h.i.+ng his job, Zhang Ye went over. Zhao Guozhou, Tian Bin and company began to enter, one after the other.

A female a.s.sistant alerted them, “There are still three minutes remaining.”

Zhao Guozhou said to Tian Bin, “Go on up!”

Tian Bin’s intestines had turned green, “Leader. How, how can I go on up? I can’t say anything without a story!”