"Then let him sleep by himself when he's two years old," Lu Feng said, unwilling to give up.

Lin Wanwan ignored him. "I have to go to the radio station tonight. I heard they're hiring. The old man told me that today."

“That little old man is the father-in-law of the high-ranking official. Don’t keep calling him ‘little old man.’”

"So what? He didn't tell me he was the big boss's little old man, so I'll just pretend I don't know."

Lin Wanwan seemed to remember something, "Oh right, I won't be so busy anymore after the radio station hires people. I'll probably be working in shifts from now on."

"That's great, now you'll have more time to read. Keep it up, future diplomat."

"Oh dear, don't call me that. It would be really embarrassing if it didn't work out."

Lu Feng leaned in and kissed her, "It's okay, I love you no matter what you look like."

"Hmm, that sounds fake, Lu Feng. What if I were someone who loves to pick my toes, pick my nose, doesn't like to shower or wash my hair, and is covered in stench? Would you still like me? Or what if I sat with my legs crossed, smoking and drinking, and swearing all the time? Would you still like me?"

Lu Feng smiled and kissed her. "Would you do that? I won't answer hypothetical questions, and there's no 'what if.' The reality is that I like you now, I really like you, and I've already reserved you for the future too."

"Then I'll think about it and see if I want to reserve you for the future."

Just as Lu Feng was about to say something, Xu Zhang pushed the door open and came in. Seeing the two of them sitting on the sofa, he smiled and said, "I thought you two weren't back yet."

Lu Feng took the sleeping Tuanzi from the crib and put him in the crib. "Let me hold him. Why did you dream that you were carrying him here? Where is his stroller?"

"It's okay, I just didn't want the hassle, so I brought her with me."

“Perfect timing. I’ll cook dinner tonight and then call Uncle Gu over for dinner.”

"Okay, are you going to the radio station tonight? Once you hire more people, you won't be so busy anymore, and you'll have someone to help you."

"Sigh, but we need to teach the newbies too. We'll be incredibly busy in the future, and with more people comes more trouble. Ugh, what a hassle..."

As it turned out, Lin Wanwan was right. The next morning, Lin Wanwan arrived at the office right on time for the 10 o'clock broadcast.

As soon as I went in, I sensed something was wrong. "Old man? Where is he?"

"You have no manners!! Who are you calling?"

Lin Wanwan was startled and turned around, clutching her chest. "That scared me to death! Did you walk so quietly?"

Just as Zhang Hongjun was about to explode, Qian Senlin immediately said, "This is our office's new director. I'll be promoted to station chief from now on."

Lin Wanwan sized up the robust middle-aged woman in front of her, who looked very serious and had a strong voice.

"Station manager, it's time to broadcast, I'll head over now."

After finishing her sentence, Lin Wanwan picked up her script and went into the broadcasting room. She checked the time, glanced at the script again, and when the time was up, she began to broadcast the news fluently and clearly.

Lin Wanwan's articles were all based on summaries and conclusions from newspaper articles.

In journalism, especially in this day and age, if you bring too much personal bias into it, you might get into trouble one day.

Lin Wanwan's earlier question about whether to use bilingual broadcasting was actually a test, given the less open-minded nature of the people and the tense international situation.

Many things are not as simple as she imagined. Even if she were from the future, she would not dare to comment on international politics casually now.

After finishing the broadcast, Lin Wanwan packed her things and returned to her office. Actually, the radio station was just a small courtyard that had been renovated.

Only the broadcasting room is a separate room. She and the old man used to share an office. She wondered how the new director would arrange things.

Lin Wanwan had just entered the office and hadn't even had time to put her things down when Zhang Hongjun called her back.

"Come here, I have something to tell you."

Lin Wanwan ignored her, put down her things, and sat down to drink water.

The cup was brought from home; it contained honey water, which Lu Feng had prepared for her before leaving home that morning.

Seeing that she completely ignored him and treated him like he was invisible, Zhang Hongjun was so angry that his face turned green.

"Lin Wanwan!! I'm calling you, can't you hear me?!"

"Director Zhang, did you call me?"

"I called out to you as soon as you came in, but you acted like you didn't hear me and completely ignored me. Do you not respect me at all?!"

"Director, you didn't call me by name when I came in?"

Zhang Hongjun's face turned green. She hadn't called her by name. "I didn't call you by name, but in this office, it's just Station Chief Qian, me, and you. If I didn't call you, who would I call?"

"I don't know, Director, don't scare me. Is there something else?" Lin Wanwan hugged her arms and looked around in fear.

Zhang Hongjun was flustered by her. "Come over here quickly, we're having a meeting."

Lin Wanwan took her notebook and pen and obediently walked over to sit in the chair next to her.

"Station Chief Qian is getting old. From now on, I will be in charge of the daily affairs of the broadcasting station office. Station Chief Qian will be responsible for controlling the overall direction and making decisions."

Zhang Hongjun glanced at Lin Wanwan, thinking, "Dressed so flamboyantly, like a vixen, what kind of skills could she possibly have?"

Lin Wanwan naturally saw this. Since they would be working together in the future, Lin Wanwan naturally didn't want to make things too awkward.

“From now on, no one is allowed to be late or leave early at our radio station. If you keep coming in this late as you did today, I don’t think you’re suited for this job. Go home and take care of your kids.”

Lin Wanwan was amused by her, and Zhang Hongjun was even more furious when he saw her like this. "What are you laughing at? This isn't a vegetable market, so be serious!"

"Director Zhang, haven't you heard our station's announcements before? Our announcement times are 10:00 AM, 3:00 PM, and 7:30 PM. Our station closes at 6:00 PM, but the evening announcement was extended to an hour, taking up my time before I left work. That's why the station manager allowed me to arrange my get off work hours as I see fit, as long as it doesn't interfere with my work."

"Is managing your time reasonably an excuse for being late or leaving early?"

"If that's what you're saying, Director, then I'll just go to get off work and leave on time every day, just like before."

"That's more like it, that's the right attitude for work."

"Then, Director Zhang, from now on, that one-hour broadcast every evening will only be used for news broadcasts."

"Why cancel it? This is work; it's not up to you to cancel it just like that!"

"Director, the feudal society is long gone. You don't still want to practice that kind of oppression, do you?!"

Zhang Hongjun slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and roared, "What nonsense are you spouting?! Who's oppressing you?! This is just part of the normal work process!"

Lin Wanwan nodded and said, "We start work at nine in the morning and finish at noon. Then we start again at two in the afternoon and finish at six. According to the director, we'll have to work two more hours from now on? We'll start at two in the afternoon and finish at eight?"

"Naturally, you can't leave work until you finish your tasks."

"So, is this the work schedule for all three of us, or just me?"

"Of course it's you! You're the announcer, so you can't leave work until you finish broadcasting!"

Lin Wanwan was amused by her again. Sure enough, exploiters can be not only capitalists, but also righteous revolutionary workers. I mean, don't go too far.