The next day.
Zhang Ye squeezed into the subway to go to work. He heard two men who had just boarded the train talking. The content of their conversation made Zhang Ye perk up his ears.
"Old Zhao, did you listen to 'Late-night Ghost Stories' last night?"
"Of course. It's a program I listen to every night before I sleep. Eh, I thought you don't listen to the radio?"
"I don't listen to that, but my wife does. Yesterday, I was forcefully pulled up by her to listen to the program with her. Don't you know my wife? She's extremely bold. She's extremely courageous. When she sees a hooligan at night, she can scare the hooligan away with a shout. Listening to ghost stories is also to sleep. She has never felt afraid before. But it's strange. Yesterday, a new episode of 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' was broadcast. It scared her so much that she woke me up. I told her to stop listening to it and turn it off to sleep, but she didn't agree and insisted on listening to it no matter what. "
"Haha, yesterday's' Ghost Blows Out the Light 'was really good. Although I wasn't scared, I didn't have a good night's sleep. It was really good."
"I also accompanied my wife to listen to 1 AM. It's not bad."
"I have to continue listening today. I really want to know what's going on with the tomb."
"That host is new, right? What's his name, Zhang Ye? I think he speaks well. The speed is appropriate. The previous hosts spoke too slowly. "
As the two of them chatted, they did not know that the Zhang Ye they were talking about was just a few meters away.
Zhang Ye felt very comfortable. This feeling was great. He opened his game screen and glanced at his Reputation. It had increased to 10677.
Thinking back to the day when he bought the second "lottery draw", his Reputation had been reset to zero. In just one night, his Reputation had increased by more than 10,000. It had to be known that Zhang Ye had only accumulated less than 200,000 Reputation points in the past 20 years since he was born. Now, in just one night, he had surpassed more than a year's worth of Reputation points. This speed was too fast. It looked like choosing the radio station as his starting point was not wrong. And this Reputation was still slowly increasing. It would add one, and then two. After every episode of "Late-night Ghost Stories" was broadcast, there would be a staff member who would organize the recordings and post them on the radio station's main page. Clearly, the slowly increasing Reputation was from people who did not listen to the live broadcast last night. They found it very good and slowly added their Reputation to Zhang Ye.
He got off the bus and exited the platform.
Zhang Ye first went to a small shop by the roadside to buy cigarettes. He wasn't a heavy smoker and would only smoke two cigarettes when he encountered something good.
"What kind of cigarettes do you want?" the boss asked.
Or the Red River? This was a cigarette that Zhang Ye often smoked. However, thinking of how he was now a celebrity, he felt that smoking a 6 yuan cigarette was not befitting of his status. As a successful radio host and a future international celebrity, smoking a 6 yuan cigarette would be too embarrassing. A celebrity had to look like a celebrity. He had to constantly display his financial strength and social image.
As such, Zhang Ye waved his hand and said, "Give me a Double Happiness Packet!"
Hmm, the cigarette is six fifty.
…
They arrived at the unit.
Many colleagues in the office had dark circles under their eyes. They had worked overtime too late last night.
Zhang Ye went in. He had gotten used to being ignored by everyone this week, so he prepared to go back to his seat and start working. With his own program, it could be considered a promotion, so of course there would be more things to do.
"Little Zhang, you're here?"
"Good morning, Teacher Zhang."
"I've listened to the program. It's really awesome."
"Yeah, I had something to do yesterday, so I went back early. I also listened to it at home. I heard that it was your original work? And without a script? Saying it on the spot? Awesome! "
"An off-script live broadcast. Most people can't do it."
"Teacher Zhang is a professional, so it's a piece of cake."
Three to five colleagues smiled and greeted Zhang Ye. Their attitudes were very friendly.
Zhang Ye did not react. Teacher Zhang? What Teacher Zhang? Are they … calling me? Zhang Ye, who came to his senses, quickly said humbly, "Teacher Qian, Teacher Wu, Brother Wu, please don't call me teacher. I'm still considered a student when I first came here. I still need to learn from the seniors here, so just call me Little Zhang." As a media worker, and one who worked behind the scenes, calling him teacher was considered an "official title". It was not too much, but Zhang Ye knew his limits. With his current qualifications, others could call him teacher if they wanted to give him face, but he could not accept it.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, this was the first time Zhang Ye had such an in-depth conversation with his colleagues.
The reason was very clear. In the past, everyone had ignored Zhang Ye because he was just a DJ. His looks were not good enough, so they felt that he would not be able to make a name for himself. Naturally, they did not put much effort into managing their relationships with him. But now, it was different. Tian Bin had made a mistake, and Zhang Ye had turned the tide in the nick of time. He had miraculously saved a major broadcast accident, and the story he told was very good. Finally, he was temporarily asked to host the program, and went from being a substitute to a starter. His colleagues' attitudes had also changed slightly.
Worldly wisdom?
The fickleness of human nature was like that, so Zhang Ye did not take it too seriously.
Of course, there were still many people in the office who turned a blind eye to Zhang Ye. Some of them did it because of their personalities, while others did not interact with Zhang Ye at work. Although everyone was in the same office, their work was very different. There was also a group of people who had a good relationship with Tian Bin.
Behind him, a female clerk walked up. She was carrying a cardboard box in her hands. Inside were stacks of letters tied up with rubber bands. She passed them to the program hosts one by one. Finally, when she reached the corner, the female clerk was about to place the letters on Tian Bin's table out of habit, but she suddenly thought of something. Seeing that Tian Bin was not around, she glanced at Zhang Ye and passed it to him, "Teacher Zhang, these are letters from the listeners of 'Late-night Ghost Stories'. Some of them were mailed to Teacher Tian, so they arrived today. Some of them are for you. They were sent by the listeners this morning."
Zhang Ye said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." The female clerk turned around and left.
Zhang Ye took a deep breath and began to open the letters. This was the first time a young lady had been in a sedan chair.
The first letter was written by a child. His handwriting was crooked and childish, "Hello, Teacher Zhang. The story you told was too good. My mother wanted me to sleep early and even gave me a beating, but I did not turn off the radio. I secretly listened to it in bed. I will listen to 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' every day!"
Zhang Ye smiled. After some thought, he picked up a pen and wrote, "I'm Zhang Ye. Thank you for your letter. In the future, go to bed early. Listen to your mother and don't stay up late. 'Late-night Ghost Stories' is available on the Literature Channel's website. You can listen to the recorded broadcast online." After he finished writing, he found the female clerk from before and got her to help him reply to the young listener's letter with the address. After sitting back down, he continued reading the letters.
Second letter: "Today's story is 10,000 times better than those trashy ghost stories from before. This is the supernatural novel in my heart!"
Third letter: "I'm a night shift taxi driver. The story of 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' is too good. I will always support it!"
Fourth letter: "This is the best supernatural novel I've ever heard! Thank you program team! Thank you, Teacher Zhang! Finally, I won't be bored at night! "
There were more than ten letters. After Zhang Ye finished reading them one by one, he picked out three letters and sent them back.
Then he switched on his computer and went online to check his mailbox. Ever since he had taken over "Late-night Ghost Stories", someone had given him the program's email account password. After logging in, he realized that there were more than 80 unread emails. These emails were not as formal as the ones that were mailed.
Liuliu59: "Ghost Blows Out the Light" is too cool!
Edhska115: "Nice, nice, nice, nice!"
Qqqry: "Teacher Zhang, please say more every day. I strongly request for an increase in the program's time. I have already introduced 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' to many of my classmates and friends. I called them at night to wake them up. Hehe, I'll give it a Like. I'll be your fan in the future!"
So many good reviews?
When Zhang Ye saw this, he was overjoyed!
Look at that, look at that, this is the voice of the people!
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