Later that morning.
The TV in the living room of Zhang Ye's parents' house was also playing a rebroadcast of the Spring Festival Gala. From the sound, it seemed to be Zhang Yuanqi's "Where Has Time Gone?"
His mother's voice came from outside the bedroom.
"Son, are you up yet?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Let's eat breakfast."
"Alright, where's Old Wu?"
"She's making breakfast for you. Hurry up."
"Coming."
They had dumplings with chives for breakfast.
The moment he opened the door, Zhang Ye could smell the fragrance of the food.
Wu Zeqing was picking up a pair of chopsticks. "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
Zhang Ye sighed. "I wanted to sleep. I've been getting calls all morning, thanking one and congratulating the other. How could I have fallen asleep?"
Wu Zeqing smiled. "I heard your cell phone ringing. Let's eat."
Zhang Ye turned around. "Dad, what time did you guys come back last night?"
His father put down the newspaper. "Just before 2 AM, I guess."
"Why didn't you turn off the TV when you left?" Zhang Ye asked.
His father smiled and said, "Your mom didn't allow it. She said that it would increase your viewership ratings."
His mother said happily, "Your first uncle, second uncle, and third uncle's televisions are all still on. Before I went to your maternal grandma's house yesterday, I called them one by one."
Zhang Ye applauded. "Mom, well done."
His mother laughed heartily.
His father said, "How much viewership ratings can we get with just these few televisions at home?"
His mother glanced at him. "What do you know? One more is one more!"
Zhang Ye asked, "I didn't bother to read the newspapers. What did everyone think of it?"
"Of course it was very well received!" She pointed to the stack of dozens of newspapers on the coffee table and said, "Take a look for yourself. I just bought them this morning. There's also the news online and on TV. They're all talking about you and yesterday's Spring Festival Gala. Many industry insiders have commented that this year's Spring Festival Gala is the most exciting one since its first year of broadcasting. Even those Spring Festival Galas that had the best reviews 20 or 30 years ago can't compare to yours, be it in terms of program quality, artistic quality, or entertainment value!"
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "The public's eyes are always sharp."
After dinner.
Zhang Ye sat on the sofa and flipped through the newspapers. The Beijing Times, Beijing Morning Post, and even People's Daily were praising this year's Spring Festival Gala.
If this year's Spring Festival Gala were to be doubted and scolded by everyone, then it would really be the biggest joke in the world. Others might not know what was going on, but Zhang Ye knew very well what was going on. The acts that could get onto the Spring Festival Gala in his previous world were all outstanding acts that had stood out from the rest of the country. They had already gone through a round of screening, and those that could not pass the test were all eliminated, leaving behind only the most outstanding ones. However, what Zhang Ye had done this time was to screen out these elite acts that were already at the level of the Spring Festival Gala in his previous world. From these outstanding acts that had appeared on the Spring Festival Gala in his previous world, he once again picked out the most popular and reputable acts. This was equivalent to selecting another batch of the most elite acts from the elites!
All forty programs were like this!
Thousand Hand Guanyin?
Liu Qian's magic?
Selling Crutches?
In Spring?
Which one of them wasn't well-known?
Which one of them was not a classic among classics?
How could this year's Spring Festival Gala not be good?
It would be strange if it wasn't good. In his previous world, the most classic acts of the Spring Festival Gala over the past few decades had all been combined into a gala by Zhang Ye. He had brought out most of the things that could be brought out. Of course, as for next year's Spring Festival Gala, the year after that, and the future Spring Festival Gala, Zhang Ye did not care about that. He would leave it to some unlucky executive director in the future to worry about it. Being the executive director of the Spring Festival Gala once was enough. He did not want to do it a second time. It was too tiring and stressful. He had not had a good night's sleep in the past two months.
With the Spring Festival Gala over, Zhang Ye could finally go on a break. Right now, he was very relaxed and wanted to rest for a few days so that he could enjoy a peaceful new year.
It was almost noon.
His parents put on their jackets.
His father said, "Little Ye, Zeqing, we'll be going to your aunt's place first."
Zhang Ye asked, "Are we going to visit my aunt's place at noon?"
"That's right. Your dad and I will go over to help prepare lunch," his mother said.
"Alright, Old Wu and I will be there in a while," Zhang Ye said.
"There's no hurry. Just get there before lunch," his mother said.
"Alright," Zhang Ye said.
His mother reminded him, "You still have to go to your grandma's house tonight. You didn't go on Chinese New Year's Eve, so you definitely have to go over today. Take a shower and quickly pack up."
Zhang Ye said, "Got it."
His parents had left.
The door closed, leaving Zhang Ye and Wu Zeqing alone in the room.
Wu Zeqing was clearing away the leftovers from breakfast.
Zhang Ye chuckled and walked over to hug her from behind. "Old Wu."
Wu Zeqing did not turn around. She smiled as she cleaned up. "What's the matter? Why are you smiling so slyly? "
"Pfft, what do you mean by cunning? Look at your choice of words. Aiya, don't mess with the plates." Zhang Ye looked at Old Wu, who was dressed like a housewife. He was very envious.
Wu Zeqing laughed and said, "Hur hur, I'm not done cleaning up yet."
Zhang Ye blinked a few times and said, "This bro hasn't been home for two months. Ahem, shouldn't you do something about it?"
"What do you mean?" Old Wu asked.
"Come, let's go back inside. I'll tell you." Zhang Ye dragged her into the house.
"Later, my hands are still dirty."
"Aiyo, hurry up. We'll have to leave in a while."
"It's broad daylight."
"It'll be dark once we close the curtains."
"There's not enough time."
"There's still an hour left."
"Hur hur, you."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, Harry, pfft!"
This guy suddenly blurted out a sentence in English, catching people off guard.
"Little Ye."
"Yes?"
"If you don't know English, then don't say it next time."
"Isn't it standard?"
"It's not very standard."
"Oh, then I'll learn it well in the future."
"Why did you suddenly think of learning English?"
"Don't just stand there, speak as you speak — Yes, if I can reach the top of the domestic entertainment industry, my future goal would be the international stage. English will definitely be useful, and I'm preparing to learn Russian and Spanish as well. It's not to communicate with foreigners, but this bro needs to know who's scolding me. I'm going to focus on learning foreign language vulgarities. I'll see if there are any crash courses for English vulgarities later. I'll sign up for one just in case I need it. Sigh, do you think it's easy to be a celebrity? There are so many things to learn.
"Hur hur, there aren't any celebrities in the entertainment industry who learn foreign languages just to scold people."
"Aiya, hurry up! Time! Time! "
"Alright, that's enough."
The door closed.
The curtains were drawn.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Half an hour.
The house was in a state of spring.
After two months, Zhang Ye had taken Old Wu's tenth blood!
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