A few days later.
The National Day holiday was over.
Now, Zhang Ye was extremely poor, but when he woke up in the morning and drove the BMW X5 that was parked in the district's carpark, he felt that everything was worth it. The car license was obtained by Zhang Ye during his fourth year of university. Yesterday, the car had already been brought back by Zhang Ye. After the registration was done, he drove it out of the parking lot in high spirits.
4.4L！
330kW！
Turbocharger!
Although the exterior was similar, the interior was vastly different. The X5 bulletproof car's specs were different from the regular X5. Even if it was compared to the regular X5 with lower specs, the bulletproof X5 was still much better than the regular X5 with higher specs. It was definitely worth the price!
How cool!
Everyone in the neighborhood turned to look at him. Some were envious, some curled their lips, and some looked up to him.
When he passed by downstairs, Rao Aimin happened to come out to dump the trash. Her eyes were sharp and she immediately saw the car, "Eh, Little Zhang? You bought a car? "
Zhang Ye braked and rolled down the window with a smile. He patted the steering wheel and said, "How was it, Landlady Auntie? Is this car okay? Ha, you don't have to say anymore. You must think that it's an ordinary X5, right? Let me tell you, it's not. It looks the same, but my car is … "
Rao Aimin glanced at him. "It's just a little over five million. Look at how smug you are."
Zhang Ye exclaimed, "You know that this is a bulletproof car?"
"Do you think you're the only one who can afford it? I've driven this car before, but it wasn't the upgraded version. I drove the normal X5 bulletproof version. "
Zhang Ye broke into a sweat. He had shown off to the wrong person!
Your sister. He just remembered that the landlady owned nearly all the apartments on a particular floor of a building in the district. Just selling two small apartments would be enough for 5 million. If she were to sell those small duplex apartments, it would be more than 5 million. And this was just casually selling them. God knew if the landlady had any other properties or savings. Zhang Ye estimated that even if he sold the copyrights of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" for 6 million, he would not be able to compete with a female nouveau riche like the landlady. He was far from it!
Forget it, I won't compete with you!
It's not as good as the top, but it's better than the bottom!
Zhang Ye angrily drove to work.
On the way, Zhang Ye deliberately slowed down his car. He drove slowly, enjoying the attention of the crowd. This was nonsense. Actually, he couldn't drive fast even if he wanted to. This was the Third Ring Road, and it was even rush hour. How could he drive fast? Then you must have fallen asleep from fatigue and are dreaming! In Beijing, even if you had an Alto, you wouldn't be able to drive at full horsepower. How could you really drive with all your might without any hindrance? You don't even need to ask. If you open your bag and take out your phone to take a look, there will definitely be a message notification — — Northriver Mobile welcomes you!
…
Beijing Television Station.
The Arts Channel's logo was BTV-Arts.
In the past, the Beijing Channels were all represented by numbers, such as BTV-2 (Arts Channel) and BTV3. But now, they had all been changed to text for convenience.
Beijing Television Station's Arts Channel's mission was to "spread the era's strongest voice to serve the people of the capital". It always adhered to the correct direction of public opinion and maximized the use of existing resources to create a new image of the arts entertainment industry. There were a total of 11 programs, covering celebrity interviews, film and TV specials, interactive variety shows, entertainment information and other different styles and types of arts programs. To put it bluntly, it was similar to the Radio Station's Arts Channel. The only difference was that one was a sound media, while the other was a television media. The audience base was very different.
Arts Channel D office.
The 30 plus year old Hou Ge said with a smile, "I heard there's a newcomer coming?"
"I heard that too." A Hou Di who looked exactly like him said, "I think it's a host or a guest? Dafei, have you heard the news? "
Dafei ignored the outside world, "I'm not sure."
Hou Ge asked, "What about Xiao Lu? Do you know? "
The young lady sitting at the back said, "I'm just a newcomer. How would I know?"
"Fine, do you think we are old people too?" Hou Di took out a razor to shave his unclean beard and said, "We are also newcomers. At most, we started a few days earlier than you. My brother and I used to work in television dramas. Dafei did movie scenes."
Xiao Lu said, "I used to be an editor in a newspaper. I knew Teacher Hu a long time ago. Since Teacher Hu thought highly of me, I followed him."
"It's the same for everyone." Hou Ge said.
Hou Di said, "Right, let's communicate more in the future."
"We are all considered old people now." Hou Ge suggested a rotten idea, "When the newcomer comes, we have to put him in his place. As a host, his salary is already higher than ours. If we let him be arrogant and order us around every day, it won't be nice."
Xiao Lu raised her hand in agreement, "Agreed."
Dafei was silent, "… Boring."
The Arts Channel's D office. D represented the program's time slot. This office was also the office of a certain time slot's program team. As that time slot's program was still being broadcasted, and their program team had just been established, they were all newcomers. They could be said to have been recruited by Hu Fei, the program team's leader. Although some of them worked in movies, television, or editing, they were not amateurs. These were all interlinked. They were definitely outstanding in their respective fields, which was why they were recognized by Hu Fei.
"Hey, there are footsteps."
"They're here, they're here."
They all looked towards the door.
At this moment, Zhang Ye entered the D office under Hu Fei's lead. Although it was called an office, it was actually the size of a fart. It was very small, with six to seven tables and four people.
Hu Fei chuckled and explained the situation, "This place is different from your radio station. Even if it's the same channel, every time slot's program team is split up. Our program still has some time before it can be broadcast, so there aren't many people here. When the program starts, there will be more and more people. But for now, if we want to record a program, we still need to borrow people from the station. It's quite troublesome."
Zhang Ye smiled, "It will be better in the future."
"Yes, with you, Teacher Little Zhang, joining us is like adding wings to a tiger." Hu Fei then introduced him to the people inside, "This is Hou Ge and Hou Di, twins. Of course, that's not their real names. I called them that to differentiate them. Both of them are program directors. This is Dafei, who does program design and set up. He's also very skilled in technical aspects. This is Xiao Lu, a text editor. She's a good hand in the industry. I spent a lot of effort to poach Xiao Lu over. Anyway, we are all elites here, so the team is probably like this. I don't plan on adding any more people in the short term. After all, we are doing a historical and educational program. We don't need so many people like variety shows. For things like lighting and cameras, the station has a complete set of mechanisms. When the time comes, we can just borrow people. "
Hu Fei was the program's overall person-in-charge cum executive director cum executive producer cum executive producer cum executive producer cum executive producer.
Man, a multi-tasking leader with five employees? It was indeed a little shabby.
Although the Arts Channel was not a satellite channel, and its signal did not cover the entire country, it only covered the Beijing region. However, its ratings were still very good. It was a very popular channel in Beijing, and the local audience was very loyal. For example, Zhang Ye and his parents had grown up watching the Arts Channel. Why were there so few people? It was probably because Hu Fei had just jumped ship and did not want outsiders to interfere with his team. That was why he valued quality over quantity? Making it easier for him to show off?
Zhang Ye immediately went up to shake hands with each of them, "Hello everyone. Nice to meet you. My name is Zhang Ye."
Hu Fei said, "Let Little Zhang introduce himself. I still have a meeting, so I'll be leaving first. Have a good chat and go through the program design."
Saying that, he left.
Only Zhang Ye and the other four were left.
Xiao Lu glanced at him, "Zhang Ye, what did you do in the past?"
Zhang Ye acknowledged, "I'm a radio host."
Xiao Lu asked curiously, "I think Brother Hu thinks highly of you. What results did you have in the past?"
"Nothing much." Zhang Ye said modestly, "It was just a small matter. Brother Hu was too polite."
"A radio host can also become a host?" Hou Ge blinked, "I'm a few years older than you, so I'll call you Little Zhang in the future? Come and have a seat. This is your desk. "
"Alright. Thank you, Brother Hou." Zhang Ye smiled and did not think much of it. He took his things and sat down.
Seeing that Zhang Ye was easy to talk to, Hou Ge took advantage of his seniority, "Little Zhang, let's communicate more in the future. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me. Although my brother and I were not in the television industry in the past, we have been doing television dramas for many years. We definitely have more experience than you."
Zhang Ye said, "Sure. If there's anything I don't understand, I'll ask you."
He finally understood that these colleagues of his were not in the true sense of the word. They had all come from other industries in the past few days. No wonder, no wonder none of them knew who he was. In the industry, there were not many who did not know who Zhang Ye was, especially in the Beijing Television Station. As long as it was a veteran or paid a little attention to the Golden Microphone Awards, or heard a few words from their colleagues, they would definitely know who Zhang Ye was.
This was good too.
It was easier to get along.
After Zhang Ye got used to it, he was very satisfied with the environment.
Dafei looked at him, "If there's any problem with the computer, look for me. There's nothing I can't solve." Then he handed him a document in a businesslike manner, "This is our program plan. Everyone has one. I'll give you this first. I'll make another copy later." Saying that, he lowered his head and continued working on the computer.
"Thanks, Brother Fei." Zhang Ye said.
Hou Ge stared at Dafei. They had agreed to take the newcomer down a notch, so why were you in such a rush? Hence he said, "Little Zhang, we have an unwritten rule here. When newcomers come, they are in charge of cleaning and pouring water."
Zhang Ye was amused, "Alright, I'll do it. Who wants water?"
"I'll have a cup." Xiao Lu raised her hand, "Thank you."
"I'll have a cup too. It's been hard on you." Hou Ge said.
Hou Di was too embarrassed to ask for it, but Zhang Ye still poured him a cup of water in the end.
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