Evan, who had just been promoted to male anchor at Buffalo Town TV Station, was a very steady and reliable man.
Although he was not that handsome, he had a proper appearance, excellent professional skills, and a particularly positive and proactive work attitude.
Compared to Bruce, who would inexplicably have a fragile ego explosion and loved to complain everywhere, Evan was clearly the more outstanding one.
"You're familiar with the work of an outdoor reporter, so do well from now on, keep up the good work—" In Buffalo Town's local TV station, the HR Manager Jack finished processing Bruce's re-employment procedures and said with a smile, "You can walk around freely now, or go watch Evan's live news broadcast; today is his first time taking the lead."
This was the good thing about an old employee returning; no one needed to guide him to get familiar with the environment and work procedures.
The HR Manager was naturally happy to have peace and quiet.
As for why Evan was mentioned, it was because Evan and Bruce were actually from the same batch of interns who came to the station before, so they could be considered old acquaintances.
And today was Evan's good day for promotion, so the HR Manager probably wanted Bruce to share in some of the joy.
"I will," Bruce nodded with a smile, then exited the manager's office.
In the corridor, under the shadows cast by the intertwining lights, Bruce's expression gradually became obscure and difficult to understand.
It was precisely because the two of them were colleagues who entered the station in the same batch that Bruce and Evan had a sense of rivalry.
As a result, years passed, and Bruce was still a minor outdoor reporter, while Evan had already become a TV anchor.
Bruce admitted that he was indeed very jealous of that lucky guy.
But now the situation was different!
Bruce, who possessed God's abilities, slowly curled his lips into an evil smile and muttered to himself, "It's time to 'bless' my old friend—"
Quickly passing through the corridor, Bruce arrived outside the TV station's studio, where he could see Evan adjusting his state through the glass.
Apparently, today's live news broadcast was about to begin.
This live news broadcast would also determine whether Evan could effectively remain in the anchor position.
As the broadcast time approached, the live director, after confirming that both male and female anchors were ready, began the countdown:
"Three…
Two…
One!
On air—"
"Hello, audience friends, I am today's live news anchor, Evan."
"Hello everyone, I'm your old friend Lisa…"
…
With the broadcast equipment running, Evan and female anchor Lisa smoothly got through the opening remarks.
With this brief transition time, Evan, who was taking the lead in news broadcasting for the first time, quickly adapted.
Then, one after another, current events news was broadcast from his mouth…
In the observation area, the live director watched as Evan increasingly resembled a mature anchor and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
At this point, the atmosphere in the news live broadcast room also relaxed.
Of course, in the corridor outside the broadcast room, one person was not happy.
Watching Evan's excellent performance, Bruce felt worse than when he was fired.
"What's so great about it? The anchor position will be mine sooner or later…" Bruce's expression gradually became twisted.
Yes, his purpose in returning to the TV station this time was to seize the male anchor position.
Immediately, Bruce placed his right fingertip on his temple, intending to use his magical power to play a little "prank."
'Isn't Evan fluent in speech? Then I'll make him unable to speak…'
Then, Evan, sitting in the broadcast hall, felt a problem with his throat; no matter how he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
This sudden situation made the staff in the studio anxious.
"Lisa, you take over the topic first." Fortunately, the live director found an emergency response measure.
However, even if the female anchor took over most of the news broadcasting, Evan, as the "straight man" in a comedy duo, also needed to speak.
So after several silences, even the audience in front of the TV realized that there was something wrong with the newly appointed male anchor.
This certainly wouldn't do, and Evan himself realized this, so his expression became increasingly anxious.
'You want to make a sound, do you? Then I'll satisfy you…'
Outside the broadcast room, Bruce, who loved to watch chaos unfold, continued to exert his power.
Then, when it was Evan's turn to speak again, he found that his throat was actually fine.
"Quack… quack quack…"
But before Evan could be happy, he found that everything he said turned into duck quacks.
With a horrified expression, he quickly covered his mouth.
At the same time, the live director also helplessly clutched his forehead. This situation was already considered a very serious broadcast accident.
It should be known that quacking like a duck during a live news broadcast was an unheard-of phenomenon in the history of TV station live broadcasts.
"What are you doing? Be serious!"
Immediately, the live director, thinking Evan was deliberately making trouble, looked up at him fiercely and silently gave instructions.
If it weren't for this being a live broadcast, judging by the live director's expression, he would have gone up and strangled Evan to death.
"Quack quack… quack…"
Evan also understood the live director's meaning and was about to open his mouth to explain himself, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a series of duck quacks came out again.
This scared him so much that he desperately covered his mouth, not daring to make another sound.
Seeing this, the live director had completely given up, turned to face the wall, and began to reflect on life.
However, Bruce's antics outside the broadcast room were not over. Seeing that Evan was unwilling to try speaking again, he directly controlled the other party with his superpower.
Then, Evan in the broadcast room was seen grimacing and sticking out his tongue one moment, then jumping up and down and speaking nonsense the next…
In short, everything a clown could do, he did it all.
Finally, the half-hour news broadcast ended, and Evan slumped powerlessly in the broadcast room, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"It's over, everything is over!!!"
The live director, who had reflected on his life several times in the corner, roared the moment the broadcast ended.
Then, he glared at Evan, who had messed everything up, and walked away with a cold face.
If nothing unexpected happened, Evan would never appear in this broadcast room again.
This was exactly the result Bruce wanted.
However, at this moment, a staff member monitoring program data rushed into the broadcast room excitedly, shouting, "It's up, it's up! Our program is up by five percentage points…"
The audience for Buffalo Town's local TV station was the eight million residents of New York, so five percentage points meant four hundred thousand viewers.
This kind of increase for a news program was almost historical.
The live director's departing steps paused, and after learning from the data analyst that the increase was real, he felt that perhaps it wasn't impossible to give Evan another chance.
But before that, the other party had to promise not to cause any more trouble in the program in the future.
The live director said that his heart couldn't take it.
"Evan, I intend to give you another chance. I hope you make the most of it. In the future, don't do anything out of line in the program." The live director came in front of Evan and gave a warning.
"Do I still have a chance?" Evan, who was in despair, looked up in surprise when he heard this, and at the same time found that he had returned to normal, then quickly stood up and stated, "Thank you, I will definitely do well from now on—"
Seeing Evan's sincere appearance, the live director didn't want to say anything more, so he led a group of people out.
Thus, a major live broadcast accident was temporarily covered up by a huge increase in viewership.
"What a lucky guy…" Bruce was very displeased to see Evan escape this ordeal. After glancing at him from afar, he muttered to himself, "There's still plenty of time in the future, let's wait and see—"
…
"You're Bruce? You're back at work?" Female anchor Lisa, who followed the crowd out of the broadcast room, unexpectedly saw Bruce in the corridor and then walked over.
She didn't know why, but she felt that today's Bruce had a very unique aura about him.
Naughty and very charming—
"Yes, I'm back. Maybe we'll have a chance to host a show together in the future…" Bruce said.
He also had a considerable liking for this female anchor, who had a good appearance and temperament.
Now that he had "abilities," he would unconsciously flirt a bit.
"Really? But having you as an anchor would definitely be better than Evan…" Lisa recalled the previous live broadcast accident and complained with lingering fear, "You might not know, Evan actually quacked like a duck in his premiere today and even jumped onto the table and howled like a savage. You might not imagine how scared I was then…"
Yes, how could she not be scared working with someone who seemed mentally unstable? What's more, Lisa was a delicate lady.
"I understand how you feel. I saw everything from outside just now. It's really not easy for you to have such a partner…" Bruce suppressed his laughter and pretended to comfort the girl.
After all, he was the one behind all of it, so how could he not know what was going on?
Then, on the topic of "Evan," the two talked more and more congenially.
Lisa also slowly felt that this formerly unremarkable colleague in front of her was actually so "like-minded" with her.
"Maybe, after work, we could go for a drink together." Lisa extended an invitation.
"No problem. As a future partner, I'd be happy to interact more with a beautiful lady like you." Bruce accepted the invitation without thinking.