In the house.
Zhang Ye checked the Weiwo online video website.
The page was very clear, beautiful and neat. This website was similar to traditional video websites. It also did videos, music, animations, etc. The only difference was that it had Weiwo WebTV's program schedule and program summary in the most prominent position. Zhang Ye clicked on it and scanned through a few programs. It could be said that it was not much different from the programs on television stations. There were singing programs, news programs, and even purchased copyrighted television dramas. The only difference was that the program production was a little shabbier. After all, the funding could not be compared to a television station, so the program equipment and layout were inferior.
"News Broadcast" — 110,000 views.
"My Music Time Episode 124" — 80,000 views.
"Celebrity Interviews Episode 69" — 7,130,000 views.
The clicks and viewership numbers were quite pitiful. There weren't many programs, and most of them only had tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of views. However, there were some that defied the heavens to the extreme. For example, Weiwo WebTV's signature program, "Celebrity Interviews". The latest episode had more than 7 million clicks. Even Zhang Ye, who could get at least a million clicks with a poem, was shocked by it. His poem's clicks were in fact exaggerated, because anyone who clicked on it would get a click. Regardless of whether they read it or not, many of them were just there to join in the fun. They might not have liked his poem or understood it, but a program like "Celebrity Interviews" was not like that. After so many episodes, the people who were there to join in the fun had long since died down. All that was left were the actual viewership numbers!
Why was it so popular?
Zhang Ye clicked on it to take a look. This program had a weekly episode and was broadcast on the weekends. And every episode's guests were mostly foreigners.
Doyle?
Ferris?
David Child?
Zhang Ye did not know them, so he copied their names and did a search on the internet. Then, he was shocked. These people were all f * * king European and American celebrities! There were big and small names. There were actors! There were singers! There were models! The least famous ones were the top five newcomers on the European and American music charts! There were also quite a number of domestic celebrities. For example, a B-list comedy star that his mother liked a lot. He was one of the people interviewed in the previous episode!
Holy sh * t!
To be able to invite so many people?
What kind of connections and background did this website have!?
However, looking at it from another angle, one could also see the future of WebTV. This was a new media that was independent from traditional television stations!
However, no matter how much it changed, it was still the same. After some research, Zhang Ye realized that there were similar things in his previous world. For example, those popular web television series or one-man shows. Didn't they have one episode every day or one episode every week? The principle was the same. It was just that this world had integrated all these into a series of television programs, making the width of these programs thicker and more concentrated, twisting them into a chain.
…
"Little Ye."
"Yes, I'm here."
"Come out and eat."
"Oh, I'm coming."
Zhang Ye switched off his computer and went to the living room.
Mom had already prepared dinner. "Wash your hands and eat."
However, Zhang Ye did not move. He just sat on a chair and said, "Dad, Mom, let me tell you something. Just now, a CEO of a WebTV company gave me a call and invited me over to be a host. The pay is pretty good, but I will be going to Shanghai to work and won't be able to come back anytime soon."
His mother beamed with joy. "You have another job? That's great. Hurry up and go. Don't worry about home. Your dad and I won't miss you. "
Zhang Ye: "…"
Dad also said, "Your career is more important. You make the decision yourself."
Zhang Ye said, "Alright. If you don't have any objections, then I'll go?"
"Go, go. WebTV has been very popular in recent years. I heard that if a web host does well, their fame will be even greater than a television host's." Mom knew this.
This was true. Wasn't Gao Xiaosong that popular in his previous world?
Zhang Ye was calmer. "That's a good situation, but the risk is high. It's not easy for a program to stand out on the Internet. The competition is too fierce. I'm afraid that if the program doesn't do well, it will ruin my reputation. So I can go, but I need to think about what program to do." It was easy to choose a television program. For example, "Lecture Room" had already been recognized by the market in his previous world. It was a very mature work, but for a web-based program that had a younger audience, Zhang Ye had not thought of what program to do. This was very important.
Mom gave him chopsticks. "Take your time to think about it. My son will definitely be fine."
After eating, Zhang Ye gave Victoria a call to tell her that he had agreed.
But not long after he hung up, a male staff member contacted him. He said that he had already booked a plane ticket to Shanghai for tomorrow. He asked if Zhang Ye was pressed for time and if it was too tight, he could change it. Zhang Ye hesitated for a while, but still decided to go the next day. He had been idle for so long and did not have time to rest.
Mom said, "You're leaving tomorrow?"
Zhang Ye acknowledged, "They seem to be in a hurry. They probably have a program that they can't take on, so they want me to go over early to help them."
"Then hurry up and pack your luggage." Mom urged.
Zhang Ye was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "Mom, you should at least ask me to stay!"
Mom was very reasonable. "As the mother of a celebrity, I have to be reasonable. Son, Mom understands you. Hurry up and go. Hurry up and become an A-list celebrity. Then Mom can brag to others!"
It was Dad who said, "Come back when you're free. It's not far by plane or train."
"Alright. If I'm not busy, I'll go home." Zhang Ye bade farewell to his parents and went downstairs.
After getting into the car, Zhang Ye thought for a moment and took out his cell phone to send Zhang Yuanqi a text message: "I'm going to Shanghai to develop for a period of time. I probably won't be home for the time being."
In the past, Zhang Yuanqi would always ignore Zhang Ye's text messages, but today, she unexpectedly replied to him. The content was only one word — OK.
Zhang Ye was afraid that he would not be able to find her at her house the day after he left, so after saying that, he put away his cell phone and drove straight to Jiaomen.
… …
In the district.
The moon was out and the sky was gloomy.
When he returned to his rented apartment, Zhang Ye's luggage was also there. He rummaged through the cabinets and cabinets to pack his clothes and socks. Finally, he took out two large suitcases before he was done. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already 9 PM.
Ring, ring, ring.
A few phone calls came one after another.
The first was from his eldest younger sister. "Bro, I heard that you are going to Shanghai? Have you packed your luggage? Do you need me to help you pack? "
Zhang Ye smiled happily. "There's no need. I've finished packing."
His eldest younger sister said considerately, "Then be careful on the road. I'll look for you to play when I'm free."
The second phone call was from his little sister. "Bro, hehe. Have a safe trip."
Zhang Ye said helplessly, "Why does this not sound like a good thing?"
"Anyway, remember to bring me a small gift when you come back! I can also look for you to play when I'm on vacation. You have to take care of my food and lodging. "His little sister said coquettishly.
"Alright, alright. Let your parents know too."
"My parents already know. They are wishing you success in your career."
After receiving a few calls from his family, Zhang Ye bade them farewell. Then, his gaze turned towards a wall. A few dozen meters away was the landlady's house. Since he was leaving, he definitely had to let the landlady know. Actually, if there was anything he couldn't bear to part with, it would be this place. After all, this was the first time he was independent after graduating from university. His career had also been developed bit by bit here. Towards this place, Zhang Ye had a lot of feelings … Of course, it was mainly towards Rao Aimin.
The door was ajar.
When the elevator rang, the sound of footsteps could be heard clearly in the corridor outside.
Zhang Ye turned around and saw the landlady's figure passing through the gap in the door. He did not see her face clearly, but he was very familiar with her sportswear. Besides, Rao Aimin was probably the only person in the entire district who would go out for a jog at this time. Zhang Ye put his luggage down and closed the door to chase after her.
"Landlady Auntie." Zhang Ye said from behind.
Rao Aimin turned around, "What's the matter?"
Zhang Ye coughed sadly, "There's something."
"If you're not borrowing money, let's talk inside." Rao Aimin opened the door with her keys and glanced at him, "If you're borrowing money, go as far as you can."
"Aiyah, what borrowing money?" Zhang Ye also followed her into the house, "Eh, where's Chenchen?"
Rao Aimin went to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe her forehead, "Autumn outing. The school organized a trip to the suburbs. It'll be two days and one night. She'll be back tomorrow."
Just the two of us?
A man and woman alone!
Zhang Ye swallowed his saliva. He could not help but glance at Rao Aimin's well-built figure. That sportswear was too close-fitting. It outlined her figure clearly.
Rao Aimin looked at him, "If you have anything to fart, say it. I still need to shower."
Zhang Ye said, "I'll be going to Shanghai tomorrow. It might be a month, or two months. Anyway, I won't be back anytime soon. I found a new job, a web host. So I'll leave the apartment here. I'll still pay the rent. I just came over to say hello to you and Chenchen."
Rao Aimin said happily, "There's still a television station that dares to hire a kid like you?"
"That's why it's a WebTV station, not a traditional media." Zhang Ye said.
"Yes, as long as there's a job. Get lost." Rao Aimin's tone was the same as Zhang Ye's mother's. It was as if she could not wait for Zhang Ye to leave.
Zhang Ye's heart was broken, "I can't bear to part with you. Look at you. You've hurt my heart." Saying that, he acted shamelessly again. He sat on her sofa, "No, I'm not leaving tonight."
Rao Aimin squinted her eyes, "Hur Hur, then I'll throw you out?"
"Go ahead. I'll be sleeping here anyway." Zhang Ye leaned back and lay down.
Rao Aimin really walked over to them.
Zhang Ye jumped in fright and immediately said, "Don't touch me. I'm telling you, my body is very weak. I'll shatter if you touch me. If you touch me, I'll die!"
On his last night in Beijing, he wanted something to happen between him and Rao Aimin, so he became thick-skinned.
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