A few days later.
The Olympic Games came to a successful end.
Zhang Ye also retreated successfully. On the way back, he was surrounded by people a few times.
The first time was at a traffic light intersection. As soon as he passed, he was stopped by a female traffic policeman.
The policewoman kept looking at him. "Teacher Zhang."
Zhang Ye said fearfully, "Officer, did I break the rules?"
The policewoman said, "Please show me your driver's license."
"Here." Zhang Ye quickly took it out and added, "I didn't drink."
The female traffic police officer stopped him and stammered for a long time.
Zhang Ye hurriedly explained, "I really didn't run the red light. If you don't believe me, check the surveillance footage. It's true."
The female traffic police officer was a little embarrassed and said, "I know. I just recognized your car from afar and wanted to get your autograph." Zhang Ye's license plate and car model were clearly not a secret to the people in charge of the traffic control.
Zhang Ye nearly fainted, but he was also amused, "Hai, you should have said so earlier. You gave me a fright." Then he happily gave her an autograph.
The female traffic police officer was overjoyed. The moment Zhang Ye left, she took out her walkie-talkie and started bragging.
"I got Zhang Ye's autograph!"
"Ah? Where is it? "
"Zixin Intersection."
"Which direction?"
"It's heading south."
As a result, at the third intersection, Zhang Ye was once again stopped by a female traffic police officer who was speeding over on a motorcycle.
Breaking the rules again?
Zhang Ye was a little flustered as he hurriedly pulled over to the side of the road.
The female traffic police officer got off the motorcycle and knocked on the BMW's window excitedly.
Zhang Ye rolled down the window.
The female traffic police officer said, "Teacher Zhang, please give me an autograph."
Zhang Ye: "…"
This was the scariest way to get an autograph that Zhang Ye had ever seen.
In the end, he was stopped at Old Rao's neighborhood.
Before Zhang Ye became famous, he had lived here for a very long time. Later on, his studio was also set up here, so many of the neighbors knew him.
"Ah, Teacher Zhang!"
"Zhang Ye is back!"
"Little Zhang, are you done with your commentary?"
"We watch the matches you commentate every day."
"Yeah, it's so funny."
"You're famous again."
"The commentary for the closing ceremony was also very good!"
Zhang Ye gave a fist and palm salute and said with a smile, "Alright, it's all thanks to all of you supporting me."
Everyone was talking among themselves.
"Of course."
"If I don't support you, who should I support?"
"You are a famous person in our district."
"Yes, you were born in our neighborhood, and you will die with us … Wait, that's not right."
After saying that, everyone was amused.
…
Upstairs.
Rao Aimin wasn't at home. Who knew where she took Chen-chen to.
Yang Shu was not around either. She must have gone somewhere to distribute Taiji Fist pamphlets.
Zhang Ye strolled back to his studio and received a graph of his domestic and international popularity score during the Olympics. He nodded as he looked at it.
Zhang Zuo said, "This is domestic."
Zhang Ye said, "OK."
Zhang Zuo said, "This is the data from Asia."
Zhang Ye said, "Yes, not bad."
Ha Qiqi said, "The reputation index has also risen."
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Alright, it's been hard on everyone these past few days."
Ha Qiqi smiled and said, "It wasn't hard on us. It's mainly because of your good commentary skills."
Zhang Zuo said, "Yes, the audience is very impressed. Even the media and the officials have acknowledged your groundbreaking contributions to the commentary field. With your connections in the industry, it's already a great affirmation to be able to gain so much recognition from so many people. In any case, this Olympic commentary job has increased our popularity by quite a bit. Although we're still a distance away from the domestic S-list, the gap isn't as big as it used to be."
Zhang Ye said in satisfaction, "Let's take it slow. You can't become fat in one bite."
His goal this year was definitely to get into the domestic S-list. However, Zhang Ye did not expect to surpass this hurdle just by relying on his job as an Olympic commentator. That would be wishful thinking.
The Olympic theme song.
The Olympic promotional song.
The Olympic commentary.
These jobs were all pretty good, and the returns and results were also great. He was already satisfied with them, so he still had to take it one bite at a time.
Ha Qiqi asked, "What are your plans from now on?"
"What do you guys suggest?" Zhang Ye asked for their opinions.
Everyone started talking at once.
Take on a show?
Do a show?
Shoot a commercial?
Release a new song?
It was still the same old thing.
Zhang Ye thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we release a single first? A single's music video."
Little Wang clapped her hands in agreement. "That's great! You haven't done a music video before, nor have you released a single before."
Zhang Ye was more interested in doing things that he had never done before. This would increase his popularity faster, and he had also benefited from it a lot before. For example, he had already shot or done too many commercials before. If he were to do the same thing again, the effects would definitely not be as good as before. It was the same for other things as well. It was just like filming a movie. If you were to play the role of a daughter-in-law, no one might be more popular than you in this field, and no one could act the role better than your daughter-in-law. But that would be the limit of your popularity. This was not what Zhang Ye needed. What he needed was to develop in all aspects. He needed to reach a higher level, so it was more important for him to constantly introduce new things to the audience and bring them a sense of freshness and surprise. That would also increase his popularity faster.
He didn't have any big projects to take on right now. As a singer, he had not even released an album of his own or released a music video before. That was really quite unbecoming of him.
Since he had to release it sooner or later, he might as well do it this time.
Ha Qiqi asked, "What do you need us to do?"
"Who are we going to get to distribute it?" Wu Yi asked.
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Besides, we've been busy for so many days already. Let's give everyone a few days off first so that I can think about the music video. There's no hurry."
Zhang Zuo said in amusement, "Isn't writing a song a piece of cake for you? Do you even need to think about it?"
Zhang Ye said helplessly, "This is this bro's first single, so of course I have to think about it carefully. I can't be too casual about it. I'll just think about it."
To other celebrities, having a good song might be enough. They could just find a good production team or invite a celebrity to guest star in the music video, package it up, and promote it a little. After that, they would be able to release a single to rush up the charts. But Zhang Ye was clearly pursuing more. He did not lack good songs, but he lacked a feeling. Besides, a song and a music video were two different concepts. A music video would have an image and would have to be paired with the song. That made it even more difficult to do. Zhang Ye's character had always been that if he didn't do something, he would do it to the best of his ability. At least, he had to be satisfied with it.
What song should he choose?
How should he sing it?
Who should he invite?
All of these had to be carefully considered.
Zhang Ye waved it off. "Alright, everyone can go on vacation now."
"OK."
"Then we'll wait for your news."
"We're really going on vacation now?"
"Thank you, Director Zhang."
"I'll stay behind to work overtime. We can't be without people."
"Then Old Wu, it's been hard on you."
"Heh, it's to serve the people."
Although the studio had just been established not long ago, everyone had been colleagues for many years. All of them had gone through many trials and tribulations together, so the atmosphere in the office was very good. They were all like friends.
Walking over to the bar counter, Zhang Ye poured himself a glass of wine and thought about the music video.
At this moment, Dong Shanshan called.
Zhang Ye smiled and picked it up. He pretended to say: "Hello, Teacher Shanshan."
"Hello, Teacher Zhang." Dong Shanshan smiled and said: "Are you done with your work?"
Zhang Ye said: "Yeah, the Olympics are over, so there's nothing for me to do anymore. What's the matter? I'm at the studio right now. Why don't you call Yingyi and the others over for a drink? "
Dong Shanshan said: "Why are you drinking in broad daylight? I'm calling you to ask if you're free the day after tomorrow."
"Yeah, where are you going?" Zhang Ye asked.
Dong Shanshan smiled. "School is starting soon, so quite a few of our classmates are discussing going back to school to have a look. They want to see the teachers and the places where we used to fight and live."
Zhang Ye immediately said: "I agree with that. It's a good thing."
Dong Shanshan said: "It's been a few years since we graduated. Back then, we didn't manage to make a name for ourselves, so we were too embarrassed to go back. In the past two years, we've been working hard for our careers and have more or less achieved something. That's why we're thinking of organizing this event. We also want to gather all of our classmates together."
"Have you all heard about it?"
"Let's give it a try. I've already informed most of them."
"Alright, I'll definitely be fine with it."
"That's good then. I'll contact the others later."
"Alright, I miss everyone too."
After hanging up, Zhang Ye downed his wine in one gulp.
Returning to his alma mater?
Reuniting with his classmates?
He was suddenly looking forward to it!
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