On the day of the grand finals.
The atmosphere was tense!
A phenomenal variety show like I Am a Singer was no longer something that only people who liked it would pay attention to. It had already become a hot topic among the people!
On the streets.
In the neighborhoods.
In the units.
In the schools.
Everyone was discussing who would win!
Some people were working overtime at night and had even applied for leave to go home and watch the live broadcast.
"Bros, remember to vote for Grandma Zhang!"
"Right, it's not easy for an old comrade."
"Where are Grandma Zhang's fans?"
"Where are Chen Guang's fans? They've gathered! "
"Who got tickets for the live broadcast tonight? I'll buy them for 2,000 RMB each! "
"The LED boards for Sister Dong are ready. Everyone, do you think they're OK?"
"Help me canvass for Amy in advance. Everyone, please support her!"
"Vote for He Huan! It wasn't easy for him to get into the revival round! "
"We'll be voting on our cell phones tonight. This grand finals is too crucial and important. Can everyone give Teacher Huang Cheng a vote? I'll be thanking you here. "
The fan clubs of each of the singers had already started canvassing for votes. The preliminary poll results were also out online. It was still Chen Guang and Zhang Xia who had the highest hopes of becoming the Masked King. The two of them had their support rates rising one after another, with Old Chen sometimes in first place and Grandma Zhang sometimes in first place. Behind them were He Huan, Xiaodong, Huang Cheng, Amy, and Zhang Ye. The Prince of Love Songs, He Huan's amazing performance in the revival round allowed him to stand out and secure a ticket to the grand finals. His support rate was also heaven-defying, surpassing that of Xiaodong. Although this was just a poll on Weibo, it still spoke volumes. A singer that everyone thought highly of would usually get a good ranking.
Only Zhang Ye's fan club kept a low profile. Almost no one helped to canvass for votes for Zhang Ye. This was also directly related to Zhang Ye's poor performance on I Am a Singer.
...
At Zhang Ye's house.
After lunch.
His mother asked, "Son, when are you going to the television station?"
"I have to leave soon." Zhang Ye looked at his watch. "Everyone's waiting for me."
His mother grumbled, "Why are they rushing me? The live broadcast is starting tonight, so why can't they let me get some rest?"
"I can eat at home today because I'm already on leave," Zhang Ye said with a smile.
His father said, "There's a lot of preparation work before the live broadcast. Our son is the chief director, so he must go early. A lot of people are waiting for his instructions."
His mother said angrily, "Don't be an executive director in the future. You're working yourself to death and you're not getting any benefits. Look at the Internet, how many people are scolding you?"
Zhang Ye nodded. "Alright."
Today was Wu Zeqing's day off, so she came as well.
He heard Wu Zeqing say, "Go over, I'll help you with your makeup."
Zhang Ye exclaimed, "There are professional makeup artists in the station."
"I don't trust them." Wu Zeqing insisted.
Zhang Ye could only say, "Alright then."
He returned to his own house.
Old Wu started putting on makeup for him, bit by bit, very meticulously.
Eyebrows.
Nose.
Mouth.
Zhang Ye suddenly looked at her in the mirror and said, "Old Wu, I might not be able to get a good placing in this competition, so you — don't watch it tonight."
Wu Zeqing said, "I will watch it."
Zhang Ye said firmly, "I only want you to see it when I win."
Wu Zeqing smiled. "Then I'll watch it too."
Zhang Ye said, "But …"
Wu Zeqing was combing his hair. "I understand."
"I —" Zhang Ye wanted to say something but hesitated. "I really can't sing it."
Wu Zeqing nodded and said with a smile, "I know that you've already thought it through since the first time you went onstage. You're here to save the show, just to accompany them. None of them could tell that you actually had no intention of winning at all. The show was created by you, the rules were set by you, the host was you, the vote teller was you, and all the aspects of the show were planned and supervised by you, including the voting statistics. Everyone in the program team is your subordinate, so anyone can win except for you. You can't win. They're really stupid to not be able to see through this. This decision was not easy for you. Others might not know, but do you think I wouldn't know? You're a person who never admits defeat. The stage is your life, so as long as you stand onstage, you will definitely want to win. No one knows how much you've sacrificed for this, and no one knows how much you've endured. But I know, I understand, and I support your decision. "
In the end, only Old Wu understood him!
In the end, only Old Wu understood him!
Yes, anyone could win except for Zhang Ye!
Zhang Ye sighed. "I was just afraid that you'd be disappointed."
Wu Zeqing smiled. "I'm not disappointed. I know what kind of person you are. My fiancé is the sky and the earth. No one can compare to you." With a pause, she drew Zhang Ye's eyebrows and said, "So even if you get last place, I will still watch the live broadcast tonight."
…
Later that afternoon.
It was a busy time at Beijing Television.
Everyone was working hard for the live broadcast that was going to happen in a few hours. As they were busy, some of the staff members were also discussing the grand finals in high spirits.
"I like Zhang Xia."
"Old Chen isn't bad either."
"Yeah, the Masked King will definitely be one of them."
"But I still like Director Zhang."
"Director Zhang can't hold on any longer."
"Director Zhang was very good in the past, but now …"
"Has Director Zhang really run out of ideas?"
"Everyone is saying that he's already at the level of a karaoke singer. As for why? Who knows? Talent is something that's hard to say. It can't be seen or touched. When you're around, you can do whatever you want, but when you're not around, you can't write good songs. So what can you do? Weren't there a lot of famous songwriters in the past who have disappeared? They couldn't keep up with the times and got eliminated. "
"Hai."
"Hey, Director Zhang is here!"
The few of them quickly shut up.
Zhang Ye walked over. His hearing was good, so he heard some of what they were saying. However, he did not say anything.
Hu Fei quickly found him. "Where's Director Zhang? Is he here? "
Zhang Ye looked over. "What's the matter?"
"We still have to add in the host. Shanshan can't do it alone," Hu Fei said with a frown.
But Zhang Ye said, "She'll be fine."
Hu Fei immediately said, "If you were the host, I wouldn't have to worry about anything at all. Even if you were to flip the stage upside down, I wouldn't be worried that something would happen. You've been to big events and have great adaptability. You've also done many live broadcasts, but Shanshan hasn't. It's such a big stage and it's being broadcasted all over the country. All of the hosting, audience control, and atmosphere must be handled by Shanshan alone? I'm not saying that she's not capable enough. I brought Shanshan up single-handedly, so of course I want her to do well. But this is too big of a step and it's too risky. It's fine if you can't host since you have to sing for the finals, but can't you arrange for one or two more hosts? "
Zhang Ye asked, "Did Shanshan request it herself?"
"I was the one who was worried," Hu Fei said.
Zhang Ye waved it off. "Then there's no need to say anything. There's no room for discussion."
Hu Fei said in a speechless manner, "Little Zhang!"
"She could even host King of Masked Singers, so why can't she do it here?"
"The lines on King of Masked Singers were just a one-page announcement. But it's different today. The lines are over a dozen pages long, and she even has to add more lines on the spot!"
Seeing the two leaders of the program teams arguing, the people around them were so scared that they did not dare to make a sound.
Finally, Dong Shanshan came over when she heard the news. "Zhang'er, why don't you add a —"
Before she could finish, Zhang Ye made the decision. "Let's not talk about it anymore since it's already been decided. Teacher Shanshan will do it alone. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility!"
Hou Ge wiped his sweat and said, "But this morning, the station head said —"
Zhang Ye pointed at himself. "Which station head? Get him to look for me! "
Hou Ge coughed.
Hu Fei was also at his wit's end.
Xiao Lu blinked and said, "I also think that Teacher Shanshan is enough."
Actually, Zhang Ye and Hu Fei often disagreed with each other over work matters, but this did not hinder their personal friendship. After things were settled, they would chat and laugh about it. It was all for the sake of work. Zhang Ye had never thought of anyone else as the host. Dong Shanshan had lowered herself to be the host's manager for the contestants, and Zhang Ye had said at that time that he would reserve a good position for her. And the position of the live broadcast host for the Masked King was precisely that good position. He knew that many of the hosts at Beijing Television were eyeing this position. Everyone knew that the host who would be standing here would definitely become one of the big brothers or sisters of Beijing Television. Their position would be unshakable in the future, so who wouldn't be tempted by such a great temptation? When they heard that Zhang Ye would not be hosting the grand finals, a lot of people started thinking about it. Unfortunately, they couldn't get past Zhang Ye!
Other than Dong Shanshan, no one else could take the spot!
This fellow, Zhang Ye, was really unreasonable at times!
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