This poem was describing Zhang Ye's feelings at this moment!
......
This poem had been vividly displayed!
Wasn't this referring to Zhang Ye himself?
"Pfft!"
"It must be. Otherwise, how could it be so appropriate!"
What sort of integrity was this?
Hu Fei looked at him, "Is there anything I can help with?"
The moment he went out, the corridor was filled with people! There were dozens of them densely packed together!
What a good 'frowning against a thousand fingers'!
"Teacher Zhang, you will be leaving today. Do you have any objections to Beijing Television Station's decision? Can you tell us about it? "
"The textile factory's sewing machine department? Do you think Teacher Zhang has that kind of technology!? "
They were reporters!
Twenty minutes later, Zhang Ye returned. At this moment, he was officially no longer associated with Beijing Television Station. He was sitting at his desk in a relaxed manner as he packed up his things. Carrying a cardboard box, he raised his head and looked around at the place where he had worked and fought for over a month. He narrowed his eyes and then weighed the box in his hand. Without any hesitation or regret, he strode out of the office.
"Even a random poem from Teacher Zhang is so awesome?"
Bumping my head before I can turn over? Lying on the bed, not even daring to turn over, he still bumped his head.
Zhang Ye retorted, "Can I go back to the radio station?"
"Please take care. Although the television station has fired you, justice is in the hearts of the people!"
Even though Zhang Ye was only famous in Beijing, and the trouble he caused was only within the boundaries of Beijing, and many people from other places did not know or know of him, but they were still in the television industry. Even if they did not know of Zhang Ye, wouldn't they at least have a few friends? Everything would be cleared up with a phone call!
"What more can I ask for? Bumping my head before I can turn over."
Zhang Ye also greeted and thanked them one by one, "Just because I'm no longer working here doesn't mean I won't keep in contact with you in the future. We will definitely meet up for dinner and drinks when we have time. Thank you everyone for sending me off. Go back now. Don't delay your work because of me. That would be a great sin for me."
"Frowning against a thousand fingers', bowing my head to be a willing ox."
The elevator went down!
"Sorry to disturb you. I'm a reporter from the Beijing Times."
"Teacher Zhang, take care!"
Another reporter took the opportunity to ask, "You've only been in the TV station for a month and you were fired. Do you really not have any thoughts?"
No one from the proper television stations wanted to hire Zhang Ye, but a few random companies all threw out their olive branches and responded to the call to help Zhang Ye find a job.
"Regarding Uncle Wei's matter, it's all thanks to you!"
Zhang Ye had also left!
"Is Zhang Ye around? Can I interview Teacher Zhang? "
Zhang Ye threw up his hands. "So, it's not about what I plan to do next. It's just that I don't have any plans at all. Even if I want to plan against someone, they won't plan against me. I can only let nature take its course and think about it when the time comes. Although it hasn't been a long time since I graduated, there have been too many things to do. You know that. " Seeing Xiao Lu and Dafei nodding in agreement, Zhang Ye said, "I'm really tired. I want to rest for a period of time."
In the office.
"Our Grand Splendor Nightclub is hiring Teacher Zhang Ye with a high salary!"
Xiao Lu coughed and said again, "… Dangerous."
A few people who did not seem to be from the TV station squeezed in.
"Helping Zhang Ye find a job".
This poem was not as easy to understand as Zhang Ye's previous modern poems. Many people did not understand it at the beginning, but this poem was not that obscure, so after pondering over it, they understood it immediately!
Following that was Xiao Lu, followed by Dafei, Hou Ge, and Hou Di. Finally, with them leading the way, all the colleagues in the corridor gave Zhang Ye a warm round of applause!
Zhang Ye's actions regarding Uncle Wei's matter had shocked everyone. Previously, no one had thought that Zhang Ye would use such a method to perish together with Wang Shuixin. After the matter, although Zhang Ye had lost his job and was blacklisted by many media outlets, as Uncle Wei's former colleagues, they all had a sense of respect for Zhang Ye! To do so much for someone who was not related by blood, at least they could not do it!
Outside the door, a staff member from the HR department came in. When he came in, he politely greeted Hu Fei and then looked at Zhang Ye. He told him that the resignation procedures had been completed and wanted him to sign it.
The reporters' eyes lit up. They hurriedly recorded the poem. They had a draft for today. And without a doubt, this poem would definitely be popular. Actually, this was nonsense. Be it a modern poem or an ancient poem, none of Zhang Ye's poems had more than a million views online! This had long been tested by the market and time!
Xiao Lu stretched her neck and said to Zhang Ye, "Teacher Zhang, what plans do you have next? Do you still want to work at the TV station? Or return to the TV station? "
Some people were sincerely trying to help, while others were just here to join in the fun. Of course, there were also people who were here to cause trouble. Everyone was displaying the entertainment spirit of the common folk.
Zhang Ye nodded and followed him.
Five to six reporters threw questions at him like cannonballs.
"This was clearly composed on the spot, right?"
It was really unexpected!
Xiao Lu was even worse. A few drops of tears rolled down her cheeks.
Hou Ge excitedly gave Zhang Ye a bear hug, "Teacher Zhang, although we have only known each other for a short time, I really can't bear to part with you. We can't cut off contact. Let's drink together again next time!"
Especially Teacher Zhang Ye's last words after entering the elevator. Are you scolding me? Questioning me? Fire me? Alright, I'll hide in the small building and become my own entity! Who cares if it's f * * king winter, summer, spring, and autumn!
Dafei also went up to give Zhang Ye a bear hug, "If there's anything, just say it. My phone is on 24/7."
Pa Pa Pa!
What a good "bowing my head and being a willing ox"!
Many people were questioning Zhang Ye's bad temper, ruining the live broadcast, not caring about the big picture, and often causing trouble time and again. But what was Teacher Zhang Ye's attitude? A cold frown against a thousand fingers was too apt to describe it! He was such a person! He did not care what others thought of him! And for a terminally ill fan of his, for a dead colleague who had no blood relations with him, he was willing to bow his head and be a willing ox. He was willing to do anything!
As he recited, he walked forward.
"Good poem!"
"Teacher Zhang, from the Entertainment Daily News, I heard that the netizens sympathized with your plight and organized a group on Weibo to help you find a job and submit your resume. But in the end, not a single television media company took you in. What do you think of this? Are you going to give up being a television host or lecturer in the future? "
The entire television station's office heard it!
Zhang Ye glanced at them and smiled. He recited a poem that did not exist in this world. This was a famous work by Lu Xun from his world, "Self-Mockery"!
Xiao Lu exclaimed, "That's hard."
Zhang Ye smiled, "I'm leaving. Take care, everyone."
"A broken hat covers the busy market, a leaky boat carries wine in the middle of the stream."
Zhang Ye was also stunned for a moment. When he first came back, he was wondering where Hu Fei, Xiao Lu, and the others had gone to. There was no one in the office, but when he reached the corridor, everyone was standing there. Not only Hu Fei and a few of his colleagues, there were also many colleagues from the Arts Channel's other program teams. Some he knew, some he did not know, and some he had never spoken to before. They were all standing on both sides of the corridor.
Teacher Zhang Ye was indeed Teacher Zhang Ye. Before he left, he still shocked everyone!
"I'm from the textile factory's sewing machine department. I hope Teacher Zhang can join us."
"Why did Teacher Zhang go to a nightclub!? To recite a poem to attract customers? "
The applause lasted for a long time!
However, the reporters did not listen, "Teacher Zhang, do you have anything to say before you leave?"
Zhang Ye asked again, "Are there any television stations that dare to hire me?"
"I'm from a foreign trade company. I hope Teacher Zhang can join us."
Zhang Ye also said to everyone, "Thank you. Thank you, everyone." With so many people sending him off, and some of them he had never interacted with before, he was very satisfied.
What more could one ask for when one was blessed with good fortune? With bad luck, what kind of pleasurable needs could there be?
Weren't these referring to the things that had happened to Teacher Zhang Ye in the past few days?
Finally, at noon, this Weibo post turned into a farce and gradually came to an end. Those who had joined in the fun might have felt that it was not good to make fun of Zhang Ye. After all, it was related to Father Wei. Father Wei had just been cremated, so they did not say much after a few words. Those who really wanted to help Zhang Ye could not help him at all. They had posted Zhang Ye's resume to almost all the television stations in the country, but only two of them replied. Although they had affirmed Teacher Zhang Ye's character, they both rejected them and did not want him. The other television stations did not even reply to their requests.
"Hide in a small building and become one …" Saying this, Zhang Ye had already taken his things and entered the elevator. Before the elevator doors closed, the last line of the poem jumped out, "Who cares if it's winter, summer, spring or fall!"
"I've spoken ill of you in the past. I'm sorry!"
On the streets, I lowered my tattered hat to cover my face, afraid of being seen by others and inviting an unexpected disaster. It was like sitting on a leaky boat, spinning in the middle of a river, in danger of sinking at times. Facing the criticism, scolding, and cursing of the enemy, I chose to be cold and do things my own way. Facing the masses, I would rather be like an old cow, allowing them to lead me around. I was willing to do so.
Hou Ge and Dafei were also very helpless. They knew that this was not a problem of "hanging out". "Hanging out" was just a euphemism. In fact, it was impossible.
"My Mechanical Processing Factory is requesting for Teacher Zhang to join us."
Zhang Ye said, "Thank you, Brother Hu. It's fine. I'll take it one step at a time." He knew that he had caused too much trouble too often. Even if Hu Fei had a lot of connections, he could not help him. At the level of trouble that Zhang Ye had caused, connections were no longer of any use!
Who would have thought!
Hu Fei said, "Come back for a visit when you're free."
"Right, justice is in the hearts of the people! We all know what happened. We all know of your selfless sacrifice! "
After a few seconds of silence, Hu Fei raised his hands and clapped!
"You're the best! We are all inferior to you! "
Suddenly, the elevator doors opened.
Hu Fei probably understood. He sighed and did not say a word.
A few television station employees beside him frowned, "Who allowed you to go upstairs? Did you get permission for the interview? "Although they were in the same industry, they were still different. The system was different. There was still a huge difference between television programs and newspaper media.
"Stop fooling around. Really, stop fooling around!"
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