In Yu Minglang’s heart, Qian has always been exceptionally outstanding, but seeing her work up close makes this feeling even deeper. Mr Liu values her for a reason. From the control booth, he can observe Qian’s attitude when handling listener calls, and thinking about Mr Liu’s previous comnts on the true purpose of her coming to the radio station, his recognition of her becos even more profound.
Everyone is waiting for her to shine, and all he needs to do is silently protect and wait for the flower to bloom.
"Ah... Why does my stomach suddenly hurt!" The host clutched her stomach, and the phone kept ringing. She could only look helplessly at Yu Minglang.
"i Fu, can you fill in for for a while? I ate sothing bad and need to go to the bathroom."
i Fu = iwei’s fiancé
Yu Minglang nodded, "Go ahead."
"Let teach you how to handle—"
"No need, I rember. Here’s how to operate when a call cos in..." Yu Minglang explained the process sparingly.
The host’s mouth ford an O-shape.
i Fu is so capable! Clearly, he was monitoring his wife obsessively with his eyes glued to the glass looking at iwei, without seeming to look her way at all, yet he could recite the process accurately, it’s multitasking!
iwei can doodle and accurately respond to listener calls simultaneously; her fiancé also possesses the ability to keep his eyes glued to his wife while being aware of the surrounding environnt. How did these two even co together?
With endless admiration for the iwei couple and the sound of her rumbling stomach, the host quickly left.
Yu Minglang took on the role of operator for a while, finding it quite refreshing.
Smart people can grasp things instantly, he skillfully handled two phone calls, and Qian, while recording the broadcast, also kept an eye on what was happening outside. Seeing him sitting in the host’s chair, she gave him a thumbs up, and Yu Minglang, with the phone resting on his shoulder, tossed her a flirtatious wink.
When a hotline call cos in, the indicator light on the coupler control box will flash, and the corresponding line connects to the phone on that route. Yu Minglang pressed one of them to pick it up.
"City Traffic Radio Station, what can I assist you with?"
The voice on the other end was a middle-aged man’s, sounding slightly breathless with an unusual excitent. "I, I, I want iwei!"
If it were the recent host, she wouldn’t have noticed the issue in the tone, but Yu Minglang, as a man, interpreting the breathy excitent in the voice, it sounded so much like...
Is he masturbating while talking?!
Yu Minglang squinted, "What’s your problem?"
"I... I’m feeling really discomforted, give iwei, I want iwei!"
"Go to hell."
Yu Minglang said it before hanging up the phone.
A naless fire rose in his heart.
Thinking about it didn’t relieve the anger, he pulled up the call log and noted down the number, certain his judgnt was correct. This person was doing sothing nasty while thinking about his wife!
Yu Minglang took out his mobile phone and dialed using the caller ID shown, a man answered as the phone rang.
"Who was calling just now?"
"This is a roadside IC phone booth, and I answered when I heard it ringing."
"May I ask where you are?"
"In front of the city hospital," the young man said before hanging up.
Yu Minglang stood up and walked to the window. He was now at the twelfth floor of the Broadcast and Television Center, and two streets away was the city hospital, clearly visible.
Soone was actually in a public payphone booth doing such indecent acts, dialing the hotline.
Yu Minglang thought of the scene and felt his blood boiling, wishing desperately to drag out that sick pervert and beat him up!
Seeing Yu Minglang’s expression was off, Qian cut to an ad and walked out of the studio.
"What’s wrong?"
Yu Minglang turned around and gave her a normal expression, "Nothing, just looking at the night view."
"Was there sothing wrong with the call just now?"
"No, go back inside and record the show, there’s nothing at all."
Qian had no doubt, stood on tiptoe, kissed his lips lightly, then returned to work.
He turned around, with a face like water in places Qian could not see, and his keen eyes swiftly scanned the streets.
In places he couldn’t see, soone was using disgusting actions in their imagination to bully his wife, this was intolerable, sooner or later he’ll drag that person out!
After the host returned, Yu Minglang thanked her repeatedly and continued answering the calls.
Yu Minglang stood by the window looking at the lights outside, staring down at the flowing traffic below, closing his eyes to imagine what the caller looked like.
The voice sounded like a man in his forties with a slight local accent. This ti didn’t choose to call from ho but appeared in a public pay phone booth, only three possibilities.
One, the man has a family and doesn’t dare to call from ho.
One, he has no family but doesn’t have a phone installed at ho.
The last, he just finished work or was still on duty, and conveniently ca out to make the call.
Yu Minglang felt the second option could be excluded as phone installations aren’t expensive now, and the Lishi accent indicates he’s local, not renting as an out-of-town worker; locals wouldn’t live without a phone.
And appearing so close to the radio station at this ti, either he’s working night shifts nearby or he deliberately ca over to be closer to Qian.
Yu Minglang had studied criminal psychology, aware there’s a type who loves such thrill.
The ability to choose a public setting to masturbate while calling, especially so near to the target, makes him suspect the person’s mind pursues extre excitent.
Yu Minglang was rapidly analyzing the origin and intention of the harassnt call; during this ti the host transferred several calls to the studio.
Just as Yu Minglang took out his mobile to reach friends here, intending to check vehicles and passersby near the city hospital during the harassnt call ti fra.
Though the person hadn’t said anything excessive yet, Yu Minglang’s sixth sense told him he must drag this person out and teach him a lesson.
How could anyone covet his wife?
"Damn it!" The host cursed, removing the earphones.
Qian also ca out of the studio, her face tightly drawn.
"It’s him again! I swear he didn’t say those things when I filtered earlier, and this ti it’s not the previous number!" The host didn’t know how to explain to Qian.
Her job was to help Qian filter calls, but that disgusting harassnt call ca again.
Qian cued music fast enough to cover his bloody words, but was still disgusted by him.
"What’s wrong?" Yu Minglang approached and asked.
"Soone made a harassing call, threatening to cut with a knife."
"It must be the sa guy from last ti! Damn it! I’m so angry. How can he co again after tolerating once? Report it to the police, they should arrest him." The host, in this industry for so long, had seen shaless types trying to take advantage of hosts, but had never encountered anything so disgusting.
"It’s not the first ti?!" Yu Minglang squinted, feeling his anger rise, was his i sickened like this multiple tis?
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