The sky darkened.
Ten o 'clock in the evening.
Many people had already knocked off, so Zhang Ye went to the recording studio alone to work overtime. As he did not have a recording studio scheduled during the day, and the live broadcast of "Talk About the World" was delayed for a long time at night, he had delayed his segment's recording until now. The few episodes that he had recorded in advance over the weekend had been used up, so he had to rush out tonight's episode of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" within an hour and a half. Time was tight.
"When the tomb raiding officers work, whenever they dig up a tomb, they have to … Wait, something's wrong!"
"Whenever a great tomb is excavated, a candle must be lit in the tomb chamber and placed in the southeast corner."
"If the candle in the southeast corner is extinguished, you must put back the treasure in your hands, kowtow three times respectfully, and return the way you came."
The recording this time was different from the past. It was a little bumpy and Zhang Ye felt a little bitter. He knew that such a day would come, but he did not expect it to happen so soon. Although Zhang Ye knew the direction of the plot, and even a lot of the details were clear, it was not the original version. A lot of it had to be created by himself. The words and literature would be greatly discounted. He still had that bit of self-awareness. Clearly, this would affect the listenership to a certain extent. Although Zhang Ye knew the direction of the plot, and even remembered a lot of the details, it was, after all, not the original version. A lot of it had to be created by himself. The words and literature would be greatly discounted. He still had this bit of self-awareness. Clearly, this would definitely affect the listenership ratings to a certain extent.
Pause, delete, re-record.
It took him a long time to finish before twelve o 'clock.
He had managed to muddle through this episode, but he didn't know how the next episode would turn out. Sigh, if there was a problem with the quality, what would he do if the listenership dropped too much?
After work, Zhang Ye leaned against the corridor window and smoked a cigarette. Smoking was prohibited in the unit, but since it was late at night and there was no one around, it did not matter.
Ring, ring, ring. Suddenly, a cell phone rang.
Zhang Ye wondered who was calling in the middle of the night. He answered, "Hello?"
On the other side was a male voice, "Hello, are you Mr. Zhang? I'm a reporter from Beijing … "
I have already won 47 times this year, with a total of three BMWs and two Mercedes-Benz, with a total of 12.23 million. Don't tell me that my daughter was kidnapped. Then you will have to trouble yourself to find me a wife. Don't tell me that you want to promote your ham sausages. To tell you the truth, I only have 1.50 in my pocket. If I were you, I would hang up immediately. If not, after five minutes, even if you use all your tricks to swindle the 1.50 out of my pocket to buy your ham sausages, that bit of commission won't even be enough to pay your phone bill. "Zhang Ye was very experienced in dealing with such phone scams and promotions." Alright, now tell me. "
Usually, when meeting a hooligan like Zhang Ye, the other party would hang up.
But the man did not. He said in a speechless manner, "I'm not selling Beijing ham. Man, I'm a reporter from the Beijing Times.
Zhang Ye exclaimed, "Reporter? Hai, there's a mistake. I thought it was a scam. "
The man said, "It's alright. I found your number through a friend at the radio station. The main thing is that I heard today's' Talk About the World '. Our editorial department is especially interested in your two poems. We might publish this incident in tomorrow's newspaper, so I wanted to inform you first. Also, I would like to know the name of the second poem, as you did not mention it on the radio."
Zhang Ye acknowledged and thought for a moment, "The second poem is called 'A Generation'."
The reporter said curiously, "'A Generation'? Why does this title seem so inappropriate? "
The title of "A Generation" was actually quite clear. It was the original author, Gu Cheng's thinking and insistence in that era and society. The poem that Zhang Ye had told the female university student was not a reference to the title. It did not have any deeper meaning, but Zhang Ye still respected the original work. Since he had used the wisdom of his predecessor, how could he change the title of the poem? He was a literary youth. Speaking of which, when these people were squeezed dry and boiled, what was left in their bones was a bit of stubbornness. Zhang Ye was no exception. He was very principled.
So what if it was inappropriate? He also knew that the poem's title was different from what he had expressed tonight, but this was a classic work by a great poet from his world. Classics needed to be respected. Zhang Ye asked himself, even if the original author could not see it, regardless of the reason, could he do things that went against his principles? Could he do things that went against morality? The answer was obvious … Hehe, of course he could do it!
Zhang Ye said, "You can publish it however you think is appropriate. As long as it can be published, it's fine. You can change it however you want. For the sake of sales, it's fine if you want to add a fantasy element to the title!" He was very principled, but at times, he was very unprincipled! This was the Beijing Times! It was a completely different concept from the small newspaper that published "Ghost Blows Out the Light"!
When the reporter heard this, he nearly vomited blood. He had only casually expressed his opinion. He probably did not expect Zhang Ye to have no bottom line. A modern poet, an artist who could write such a classic poem, actually allowed others to casually change the title of the title? Your sister, do you even have the integrity of a scholar!? How can there be a scholar like you!? The reporter was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He coughed, "About that, that's not what I meant. I'm not asking you to change the title of the poem. Let's call it 'A Generation'. We do not dare to make decisions on your poem."
"Alright then." Zhang Ye said nonchalantly.
After exchanging a few words, the call was hung up.
Zhang Ye's strength was that he never had stage fright. Only when the call ended did he feel excited. He was going to be published in the Beijing Times? He was going to become more famous! He was one step closer to his goal! Right, let's see how many Reputation points he had. He opened up the game interface!
Total Reputation points: 95344.
What? Why is there so much?
Zhang Ye was stunned. He had only used up all his Reputation points on Saturday morning. According to the Reputation accumulation of "Ghost Blows Out the Light", about 20,000 people would give him Reputation points every day. Over the weekend, it would be around 40,000. Including the slight increase in listenership during the holidays, it would not exceed 50,000. In short, today's "Talk About the World" had given him more than 50,000 Reputation points? It was indeed worthy of being the number one program in the Literature Channel! The number of listeners was different! Of course, a large part of it could be attributed to Zhang Ye's excellent performance. The two poems were said very well. It must have conquered many listeners!
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