Afternoon.
The air-conditioning in the office had broken down.
"This crappy air-con, why can't it start?"
"Teacher Wu, is the power line properly plugged in?"
"It's still connected. It just can't be switched on. Phew, it's so hot!"
In the morning, a veteran broadcaster, Wu Datao, had tinkered with it all day without fixing it. He could not handle the heat well, so after fussing with it until his body was covered he sweat, he eventually gave up. He turned his head to look at the people in the office. The clerk was not around. Everyone else was busy with their work. All of them were broadcasting hosts. As such, he looked towards Zhang Ye, "Little Zhang, the air-con is spoilt. Go downstairs to the front desk and get them to contact Maintenance."
Zhang Ye looked back, "Don't we just need to make a phone call?"
Wu Datao said, "We don't have Maintenance’s telephone number here. Also, we need to fill in a maintenance request form at the front desk to tell them which air-con it is."
