She wore only light makeup, yet her exquisite features and the red hue created a stunningly beautiful and vibrant look.

The audience gasped. No star on television could compare to her. Everyone understood that with such stunning beauty, who cared about what they did on screen or off screen?

Huang Zhirong heard a slight gasp in the studio and realized that Ke Meiyu's simple appearance had already made people fall for her looks!

After several years of reflection, Huang Zhirong had learned to keep his thoughts to himself. He chuckled and said, "Comrade Ke Meiyu, are you a little surprised to see me here?"

Ke Meiyu shook her head and smiled faintly: "No, I can count on my fingers the number of people who would specifically call me over to be a supporting character."

Huang Zhirong's smile froze. She hadn't expected Ke Meiyu to be so outspoken. She hadn't even really started to make things difficult, and the other party was already showing no respect, not even caring that they were being broadcast live!

"Comrade Ke, don't be nervous. This is just a heart-to-heart talk program. I heard that you had quintuplets and are living with the Qin family in the South Compound. I didn't realize that. If you went out now, I doubt anyone would think that you were already married and had children."

Ke Meiyu raised an eyebrow, not one to tolerate her, and coldly asked, "Is this the proper conduct of a host on our TV station? Starting by so bluntly revealing the guest's information will seriously affect the guest's daily life."

“I didn’t say that you’ve been living with your uncle in the West Compound since you were little.”

Huang Zhirong was so angry that she gritted her teeth, and her smile almost disappeared.

Yes, although she was the only younger sister among the ten brothers, her background was the most humble among them all.

Seeing that she was pretty since she was a child, her parents abandoned her in the West Compound and let her uncle's family support her so that they could make money off her.

They kept telling her to find someone to rely on as soon as possible so that she could enjoy a comfortable retirement with her family.

So Huang Zhirong went to great lengths to squeeze out others and gradually enter the compound's social circle. He also managed to attach himself to Lao Wu and successfully secure a spot as a sworn brother.

It's fair to say that her background is a painful thing she can't talk about!

"I'm sorry, Comrade Ke Meiyu. I was just admiring how well you've maintained your figure after having a child. I didn't mean anything by it." She chuckled, not giving Ke Meiyu a chance to speak, and began to follow the script.

“It is an honor to have you here today,” Huang Zhirong said, returning to the topic of the day. “Everyone is familiar with Tomorrow Radio. Both the announcers and the quality of the programs are loved by the listeners.”

"You know, before, the radio station and the people's radio station were evenly matched, but now they have to give way to Tomorrow Radio. It is said that this is all thanks to Comrade Ke Meiyu. I wonder if you could tell everyone about it?"

"It's said to be a particularly exciting story."

Ke Meiyu looked at Huang Zhirong with a half-smile. Heh, she wondered if these questions were just a pretext, or if he was deliberately putting Tomorrow Radio in the spotlight in front of a large audience, and that he was being affected because of his own actions.

If she continues on this topic, even to the truth, the audience will perceive her as arrogant and conceited, unaware of the importance of a team.

The tricks here are only good for fooling newbies who haven't had any experience yet after graduation. How could they possibly be applied to someone like her, a seasoned professional who has trained herself to become a master strategist and outwitted big shots every day?

"Oh? I didn't know these three radio stations were in any particular order. I wonder where the host heard that? Each station has its own role and its own focus; there's no such thing as one being more important than the other. How did you decide on the order?"

"If the station directors found out, they'd be heartbroken," she said, then sighed slightly and shook her head, as if addressing a troublesome junior.

Huang Zhirong was stunned, his face turning ashen. Wasn't this like throwing a bomb out and having it thrown back?

The person in charge in the audience was furious. He gestured to her, silently questioning, "What are you doing?"

Yes, Huang Zhirong squeezed out many excellent hosts through back channels to take on this program as a newcomer. But no matter how powerful her connections are, she can't continue like this in front of the entire nation; it might even implicate the person behind her!

Huang Zhirong quickly looked down at his lines and said with a smile, "Comrade Ke Meiyu, your professional skills are excellent, and your appearance also meets our TV station's requirements for hosts."

"I don't understand why you only do voice acting for puppets? You should also be teaching foreign languages ​​to everyone in front of the TV in a more vivid and engaging way."

“Our organization and the TV station are both short-staffed, and everyone wishes they had three heads and six arms. As far as I know, Comrade Ke Meiyu is very idle every day, which is a waste of resources.”

This is not an indirect way of saying that Ke Meiyu is just wasting her days, only doing a little work, yet she feels at ease receiving the same salary as everyone else.

Ke Meiyu sighed softly again, "You said it yourself, I have strong professional skills, so of course I have a relaxed job. But if a host just started out and took on such an important program, wouldn't they be flustered and need a lot of time to adapt?"

"As the saying goes, 'One minute on stage requires ten years of practice off stage.' This is my profession, and I've been studying it for five years. I've taught many people on a regular basis, and the knowledge has already been systematized in my head. So naturally, it doesn't require too much time."

They then viciously attacked Huang Zhirong's weak spot, and she almost cried through gritted teeth. This was just too much bullying.

Huang Zhirong didn't dare to continue the conversation, and simply asked the questions on the card in a very proper manner.

Ke Meiyu answered simply and politely, but her response was dry and lacked the captivating charm she displayed on the radio.

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