Noon.
In the house.
The two of them were getting dressed.
At this moment, his mother called to rush him.
"Mom."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going out soon."
"Why are you taking so long? Your aunt and sister are waiting for you."
"I'll be there soon. I was just watching the Spring Festival Gala rerun."
"Hurry up."
"Got it."
They hung up.
Wu Zeqing laughed. "You, you're always full of lies."
"Heh, what should I say then?" Zhang Ye quickly got dressed. Seeing that Old Wu was only half-dressed, he said, "You keep this on. I'll go downstairs and warm up the car first."
Old Wu said, "OK, I'll go downstairs right away."
Zhang Ye casually put on a coat and opened the door to leave. When he went downstairs, he felt light and relaxed. He felt like he was floating in the air. There was no need to mention that feeling. The two months of hard work and exhaustion at Central TV had been alleviated by more than half. His mental state was also better and his eyes were brighter. He felt like he had been "rejuvenated". He even started humming the most dazzling ethnic songs. He felt that these days were too comfortable.
His family was harmonious.
His work was going well.
His career was thriving.
And his wife was so beautiful.
He wouldn't trade this life for anything!
Downstairs.
Zhang Ye went to get his car. But before he could even get there, the seemingly empty neighborhood suddenly had 20 to 30 people appear. It was like a magic trick and gave Zhang Ye a fright.
Three reporters appeared from behind the car.
Five reporters jumped out from behind a tree in the garden.
Six reporters jumped out from the corridor next door.
It was like a magic trick that brought people to life.
"Teacher Zhang!"
"Director Zhang!"
"We're from the morning news channel!"
"Can we get an interview?"
"Teacher Zhang, we'll have to trouble you for a few minutes."
"We're from Youth Daily!"
"We're from Xinhua News Agency!"
All sorts of reporters swarmed around him. It was chaos. No one knew how long they had been waiting there. Ever since Zhang Ye took over the Spring Festival Gala two months ago, he had always been the most watched person in the entire entertainment circle. News about the Spring Festival Gala was blowing up, but during this period, they did not manage to get a single interview with the most important person. Zhang Ye did not accept any interviews, so the reporters could not even find him. After the Spring Festival Gala ended last night, there were also many reporters who did not stay at home to celebrate the new year. They went to Central TV's main entrance but did not manage to catch a glimpse of Zhang Ye. As a result, they could only go to his house and wait for him there. With how popular this year's Spring Festival Gala was, who wouldn't want to get a first-hand interview with Zhang Ye?
Since Zhang Ye was in a good mood, he smiled and said, "Anyway, I only have five minutes. If you want to ask, hurry up and ask." He opened the car door and started the engine.
The reporters were immediately excited and bombarded him with their cameras and microphones.
"You wrote all 40 programs? How did you do it? "
"Just write it like that."
"Director Zhang, there's news that you've already been appointed as the executive director of the next Spring Festival Gala."
"Your information is unreliable. I don't know."
"Which act were you most satisfied with this year's Spring Festival Gala?"
"I'm satisfied with both."
"Some people say that you were the one who saved the Spring Festival Gala. What do you think of that?"
"Hur hur, it wasn't me who saved the Spring Festival Gala. It's everyone who hasn't given up on the Spring Festival Gala. That's the crux of the matter."
"What was the biggest problem you encountered while directing the Spring Festival Gala?"
"The biggest problem? It's that I only have 24 hours a day. If only I had ten more hours, I would be able to sleep in peace. "
"The Spring Festival Gala's viewership ratings will be announced soon. Are you looking forward to it?"
"I guess so."
"What are your expectations?"
"Aiyo, that's hard to say."
At this moment, the clicking of high heels came from the corridor.
Wu Zeqing came downstairs.
When the reporters saw her, they immediately became cautious.
"Chief Wu."
"Uh, Chief Wu."
The reporters subconsciously made way for her.
Wu Zeqing smiled. "Is the interview done?"
The reporters were embarrassed to say that they did not get an interview.
"It's done."
"Thank you, Director Zhang."
"Chief Wu, Happy New Year."
"We won't disturb the two of you any longer."
"We'll be heading back then."
Actually, there were still a lot of questions. They wouldn't be able to ask all of them even if they had a thousand questions. But when Chief Wu came, the reporters all left obediently.
…
At Central TV.
A lot of people were working overtime.
Including the Spring Festival Gala's organizing committee and production team, quite a few of them were here today.
Ha Qiqi and Zhang Zuo had also rushed over early in the morning to wait for the final results.
"Are the viewership ratings out yet?"
"Not yet."
"It should be out soon."
"Yeah, they said that they're still tabulating the results."
"Can it surpass 20%?"
"That won't be a problem for sure!"
"Right, I also think that 20% shouldn't be too difficult. But it's hard to say if it goes beyond that."
…
At the SARFT.
"It's not out yet?"
"Chief Liu, it'll be out soon!"
"Let's hope that we can get a good result."
"Yeah, the results of this year's Spring Festival Gala will all depend on the viewership ratings."
"If we're talking about word of mouth and reviews, this year's Spring Festival Gala can be said to be a great success. But in the end, we still have to look at the viewership ratings. We can't escape that no matter what."
"OK."
"Little Qi, inform me the moment the viewership ratings are out. The higher-ups are also waiting."
"Understood, Chief Liu."
…
In the crosstalk world.
"I heard that the viewership ratings for the Spring Festival Gala will be out soon."
"This year's viewership ratings should be very high, right?"
"That might not necessarily be the case. Last year, the year before that, and the year before that, it was always around 20%. The lowest it reached was already over 10%. With years of weakness, it's impossible for them to make a comeback overnight."
"Haha, if the viewership ratings aren't ideal, we'll be in for some fun to watch."
"I doubt it'll be good."
"I think so too. That Five Cards of Fortune Collection was too much of a scam. Go online and have a look. There are still countless people scolding Zhang Ye. The viewership ratings will definitely be a question mark."
"Right, no matter how high it goes, it won't be higher than 25%!"
"25%? I think you've already said too much. "
…
At a dinner party in the director circle.
Li Ke was seated at a table with about nine famous domestic directors. They were also discussing this matter.
"What's your prediction?"
"I think 27%."
"I think 25% is more conservative."
"27% is around 28%."
"Can it reach 30%?"
"I doubt it."
"It'll be difficult, but it's not impossible."
"If it can reach 30%, then Zhang Ye will really be a god!"
…
At a newspaper firm.
"It's not out yet?"
"It's not out yet."
"Get ready, everyone. Leave the viewership ratings column empty for now and prepare the content. We'll be ready to publish the article at any time!"
"Uh, Chief Editor, what kind of viewership ratings should we use to write the content?"
"Write one for 20% and another for 30%. Be prepared for both."
"Then what if it reaches 40%?"
"40%? You must be dreaming, right? "
"Fuck, that's true."
"Everyone, stay alert and get ready!"
…
On Weibo.
"Just how much can it reach?"
"Yeah, this is too slow! It's still not out yet? "
"I also want to know how many people Zhang Ye can pull back to the Spring Festival Gala!"
"It'll definitely reach 40%!"
"Previous poster, please wake up."
"Hahaha, 40% is a bit of an exaggeration, but I believe that 30% is possible."
"That scammer, I curse that his viewership ratings won't reach 20%! Just thinking about those Five Cards of Fortune Collection makes me angry! "
"Pfft, Zhang Ye has also successfully used the 'Five Cards of Fortune Collection' campaign to swindle away my family's viewership ratings. I hope that fellow's viewership ratings don't reach 10%. Otherwise, I won't be able to vent my hatred!"
"That's right! I curse that the viewership ratings have hit a new low in history! "
"That's right, that's right! Zhang Ye has always loved to create historical records, so let's leave this opportunity to him as well. Please let that unlucky scammer go down in history! "
"I sincerely hope that the Spring Festival Gala's viewership ratings will hit a new low again!"
"I sincerely hope that the Spring Festival Gala's viewership ratings will hit a new low again!"
"I sincerely hope that the Spring Festival Gala's viewership ratings will hit a new low again!"
A group of people were chatting and laughing as they jeered. A large portion of them were Zhang Ye's fans. These people were always eager to see the world in chaos. Wherever there was excitement, there would be Zhang Ye's troll army. Immediately, there was a wave of predictions and discussions about the Spring Festival Gala's viewership ratings on the Internet. They were all very concerned about the final results of this year's Spring Festival Gala directed by Zhang Ye. They all wanted to know what kind of results they would get!
The viewership ratings were about to be released!
Central TV was nervous!
The leaders were worried about their gains and losses!
The media was waiting anxiously!
The people were eager to have a go!
Everyone was waiting for a certain number!
The entire world's Chinese population was waiting for a result!
…
12 PM.
It was still not out.
1 PM.
It was still not out.
2 PM.
It was still not out.
A lot of people were going crazy!
"Fuck!"
"Why isn't it out yet?"
"Didn't they say that it would be out soon?"
"Yeah, how long has it been already?"
"What are the statistics offices doing?"
"Their work efficiency is too low!"
…
At the statistics office.
In the office.
"Boss, this —"
"That's impossible!"
"But the numbers aren't wrong!"
"Calculate it again! Use the Category II signal region! "
"OK!"
Soon after.
"Boss, I'll still use the same number."
"That's impossible! Calculate it again! "
"Uh, OK!"
Once!
Twice!
Thrice!
Calculate it again and again!
Calculate it again and again using all sorts of different methods!
The final result was always the same. This left all the statisticians in the office dumbfounded. They looked at the numbers at a loss and felt that there were only two possibilities. One was that the machines had gone crazy and all the equipment had malfunctioned. The second was that they had gone crazy. Everyone in their office had gone crazy!
How was that possible!
How the fuck was that possible!
Several of the leaders were also dumbfounded!
Everyone in the office was staring at each other!
A minute later, someone finally spoke up.
"L-Leader."
"Mhm."
"Shall we?"
"— Go ahead."
…
Past 3 PM.
At Central TV.
A group of people were sitting there impatiently drinking tea.
Suddenly, a staff member in charge of contacting the statistics office pushed open the door and ran in. "It's out! The Spring Festival Gala's viewership ratings are out! "
Ha Qiqi ran up to him.
Everyone stood up!
"How much?"
"Hurry up and tell us!"
"Has it reached 30%?"
"Has it reached?"
That staff member panted and said, "Y-Everyone, take a look for yourselves! Oh my God! "
Ha Qiqi was the closest, so she snatched the viewership ratings form from him and looked down at it. Then she immediately cried out, "Holy shit! This — this — "
Zhang Zuo hurriedly took it from her. "What are you shouting for? Let me see — Holy shit!" His hands trembled and he could not even hold the piece of paper properly as it slipped out of his hands!
A third person rushed up. "Just how much is it? Let me see — Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! "
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