The next day.
Beijing Television Station. In the recording studio.
"In the previous episode, I proposed a point of view. Cao Cao was a lovable treacherous hero. Is that right or wrong? Let's talk about it separately."
"Let's talk about treacherous hero first. What is a treacherous hero?"
"Cao Cao's background was not good …"
"So we came to a conclusion. Cao Cao was a lovable treacherous hero. His treachery and heroism combined into one. But in fact, Cao Cao wanted to be a capable official. But why couldn't he be one? Please watch the next episode, 'The Path of a Capable Official'. Thank you, everyone."
The third episode finished recording.
The audience immediately stood up and applauded!
There were even a few people who were clapping and cheering!
Zhang Ye took a deep breath. His forehead was sweating. Talking non-stop for an hour was quite a strenuous task. Furthermore, he was standing.
Xiao Lu quickly ran over to get a towel to wipe Zhang Ye's sweat.
Dafei took a bottle of mineral water and opened it. He quickly handed it to him, "Teacher Zhang, have some water."
"Thank you." Zhang Ye gulped down a few mouthfuls and recovered a little.
Hu Fei walked over and said, "Why don't you take a break first? You're still injured, so don't force yourself. "
Zhang Ye waved his hands, "I'm fine, Leader. Our program will be broadcast tomorrow. Today is the deadline, so we definitely have to record a few more episodes. Otherwise, if something happens in the next few days, we can't just stop broadcasting after a few episodes, right? I plan on recording three or four episodes today. "
Hu Fei said seriously, "So many? Can you handle it? "
"I'm fine." Zhang Ye saw that some of the audience members had returned from the restroom, so he said, "Let's begin."
… …
Fourth episode: "The Path of a Capable Official"
Fifth episode: "Where to Go From Here"
Sixth episode: "Mistakes After Mistakes"
Seventh episode: "Deep Foresight"
It was said that he would record three or four episodes, but once Zhang Ye started talking, it would go on endlessly. The more he talked, the more spirited he became. He did not want to stop at all. Hence, after lunch, there was a new batch of audience members. Then Zhang Ye continued to record the program. He even recorded the eighth, ninth, and tenth episodes!
He recorded eight episodes in a day!
He was almost done recording next week's episode!
After everyone left the recording studio, Xiao Lu, Hou Ge, Dafei, and the others were a little confused.
Xiao Lu stared at him, "Teacher Zhang, your battle prowess is really awesome. I've never heard of anyone recording a program from the morning till the afternoon. Furthermore, you did it alone, without any helpers!"
"It's not just combat power." Hu Fei laughed heartily as he came forward. "Teacher Little Zhang's eloquence and memory are truly godly. He did not even have a teleprompter and could go off-script the entire time. Back then, I heard from the Beijing Radio Station that Teacher Little Zhang could go off-script for eight hours of non-stop recording 'Ghost Blows Out the Light'. Back then, I did not believe it. I thought they were just boasting, but now, I really believe it!"
Hou Ge smiled and said, "Today's two groups of audience members had a great time listening to it. So did we. It was really exciting. The plot was full of ups and downs!"
Hu Fei said, "Everyone has worked hard. Let's go. It's time to knock off."
…
At night.
Before going to bed, Zhang Ye switched on his computer. He first looked at the news about himself on the internet. Most of them were good reviews of "Zhang Ye's Analysis of the Three Kingdoms". After a few glances, he immediately entered his fan base with great anticipation. The Tieba's name was — Zhang Ye's Nest. The two moderator applications had been approved — ZhangYeNumber1Fan and Big Saber Bro. Zhang Ye did not apply for any moderator. He did not have the time to manage the affairs of the Tieba, but he was the spiritual leader of the Tieba. He was also the core figure. After all, this was a fan club that belonged to him alone.
The number of posts had already reached more than a thousand.
The pinned post was an announcement and the rules of the fan club posted by ZhangYeNumber1Fan. For example, to support Teacher Zhang Ye unconditionally, or to be united and not have any internal strife, etc. She seemed to be a talent that knew management. These things were done very well.
Big Saber Bro also posted: Why am I the moderator? I'm only in charge of fighting. I don't care about anything else.
This Big Saber Bro was also a very interesting person. Zhang Ye had already left his phone number yesterday. He wanted to contact him and communicate with him, but he did not give him a call. It was as if Big Saber Bro's dictionary only had fighting and scolding, and nothing else.
Zhang Ye tapped on the keyboard. He also wanted to post a post, but after some thought, he stopped. He used a voice recording and posted it. He imitated a Hunan accent, "Comrades, I announce that Zhang Ye's fan club … has been established today!"
"Ha, Teacher Zhang has appeared!"
"Idol, I've seen my idol!"
"But what kind of accent is this?"
"Teacher Zhang, you are being naughty again. Haha!"
Others might not understand these words. They did not understand why a Beijinger like Zhang Ye would use a Hunan accent. Only Zhang Ye was overjoyed. He had a very wicked sense of humor. This sentence was known by everyone in his world. It was the exact words that the President had said on Tiananmen Square when the country was founded. The accent was the same, but Zhang Ye had slightly altered it. Using the words of a great person to open the post showed how much importance Zhang Ye placed on his fan club. Furthermore, he was hoping for a good omen, for everything to go smoothly.
Uh, it was just that the number of fans was not much.
The number of people who joined Zhang Ye's fan club Tieba did not exceed 3000 people.
This was the result of Zhang Ye's fan club's Tieba being advertised by ZhangYeNumber1Fan and other fans. In the end, Zhang Ye's fame was only alright in Beijing, but not in other provinces. He had just made his debut, so he did not have much of a foundation or works with great influence. Naturally, the number of fans he had was a little lacking, but it was alright. Zhang Ye was confident that his fans would increase. This was just the beginning. Nothing could be achieved in a single bound. He had to slowly develop.
On Tieba.
Zhang Ye mingled with everyone and chatted about all sorts of things.
Suddenly someone said, "Eh, why didn't Number1 come today? Even Teacher Zhang has appeared. Number1 should always be at the forefront, right? "
"Maybe she's sleeping?"
"Recently, Number1's online time has been very unstable."
"Is she too busy with work?"
"She's not feeling well, so she went to the hospital today."
"Ah? Her? Number1 is a woman? "
"Brother on the fifth floor, you know Number1?"
"That's right. I'm her middle school classmate. Recently, she has been feeling weak all over. She previously called me to say that she was going to the hospital for a check-up. I don't know how the check-up went. She's probably too tired from work."
Zhang Ye could not bear it any longer. He thought that Yang Lian had fallen sick because of all the work she had done for him. Yesterday, she had mentioned that she was feeling sleepy and uncomfortable recently. Hence, Zhang Ye took out his cell phone and gave Yang Lian a call. Du, du, du. It rang more than ten times, but no one picked up.
Zhang Ye did not say anything else and went to sleep.
… …
The next day.
He was once again immersed in his intense work.
And the results of "Lecture Room" were steadily improving day by day!
Wednesday was the first time "Zhang Ye's Analysis of the Three Kingdoms" was broadcast on a weekend. Although the ratings inevitably dropped, the response was still very good!
Third episode's ratings: 5.08%.
Fourth episode's ratings: 4.99%.
Fifth episode's ratings: 5.11%.
When it came to the weekend's sixth and seventh episodes, everyone was on break. The ratings soared again, reaching 8.09% and 8.12% respectively!
The ratings had stabilized, and were even increasing bit by bit. Everything was on the right track. There was no longer anything that could stop "Lecture Room" from becoming a ratings legend. In the same genre, Lecture Room and science and education programs, "Lecture Room" was dominating the other programs. Even if it was based on the number of listeners, a history program on the Jinshi Television Station Satellite Channel could not compare to "Lecture Room"!
The program had become popular. There were discussions about "Lecture Room" everywhere on the internet. The number of hits for a single episode had exceeded a million. Many people were not satisfied after watching it on television, or felt that they had missed something, so they went online to watch it once or twice. Very few people watched "Lecture Room" as an entertainment program, but as a form of culture. Everyone watched it with the goal of learning.
Naturally, Zhang Ye's name as the main speaker was mentioned again and again. His fame was increasing by the day. His career was progressing smoothly!
… …
However, on this day.
Zhang Ye had just finished recording a few episodes yesterday. The Leader gave him a day off. After breakfast, he switched on his computer to look at his Tieba. Suddenly, a piece of bad news appeared!
"Where's Number1?"
"Right, where's the moderator?"
"That's our fan club's leader. Why isn't she here?"
"It's been five or six days, right? Why can't I see her? "
Then, a post was published. The person who posted it was the self-proclaimed ZhangYeNumber1Fan's classmate from middle school. "Number1 is seriously ill! I've been calling her for the past few days, but I couldn't get through. At first, she didn't pick up, but later, her phone was switched off. I only managed to contact Yang Lian's mother last night. Her mother said she … she said she's hospitalized in Beijing. The hospital has already diagnosed her. It's myelodysplastic syndrome. I heard it's a precursor to leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant to treat it. But the medical fees are more than a million, and it's at least that much. Her family's situation has always been average. Her parents are workers.
"What?"
"There's really such a thing?"
"Leukemia? How is that possible!? "
Yang Lian's classmate said anxiously, "Which one of you is in Beijing? Who can help me take a look at Yang Lian? I don't understand the situation at all. I'm afraid something will happen to her! Yang Lian wanted to be strong in school! She contracted such a terminal illness! I really don't know about her … I'm begging you. Help me take a look at her! "
"Who's in Beijing?"
"Is there anyone?"
"Everyone, help me!"
"Right, let's see how she is. If she can't do it, let's donate!"
Zhang Ye's expression changed. He immediately replied, "Give me the hospital's address!"
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