Two days later.
Sunday morning.
Zhang Ye was not woken up by the alarm, but had woken up naturally from his sleep. He stretched his body and got up to take a look. Dong Shanshan's bedroom door was open. She had been busy with her new program for the past few days and had already gone to work. However, there was still some warmth left on the table from the morning.
There was soy milk.
There was fried dough sticks.
Clearly, Dong Shanshan had specially brought them back for him.
Zhang Ye felt very warm. After washing up, he ate breakfast and then took a hot shower. After coming out, he leaned on the sofa and switched on the television to watch the news. These two days, Zhang Ye had been so busy that he did not know what was going on. It was an understatement to say that he was in a terrible state of mind. The props needed him, the costumes needed him, the planning needed him, and even the directing part time. Thankfully, everything was completed in the final stages. Today was the first day of "Zhang Ye's Talk Show" recording. Last night, Zhang Ye had returned home very early. It was rare for him to have a good night's sleep. There was no other way. During the recording, he had to ensure that he was in a good state of mind. If not, how could he record the program if he was sloppy?
The morning news began.
"The Shanghai and Shenzhen stock markets have plunged again!"
"This month, there have been three cases of people committing suicide by jumping off a building because of stock speculation!"
"According to industry analysts, it is only a matter of time before the stock market falls below 1500 points."
"The entire country has begun to promote green travel. Do not drive, only taking public transport and subways, following the example of other countries."
"The pace of life in first-tier cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou has increased. Many people cannot handle the fast pace and have chosen to escape from Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou."
Zhang Ye watched without blinking. He paid great attention to it. This was because he wanted to find some news elements from it before deciding on the joke segments he wanted to do today. After all, the format of a talk show had to keep up with the times. It had to resonate with current events to make people laugh. Hence, Zhang Ye could not casually use the talk show joke segments from his world. He had to have similar social events in this world. Well, if the unit's Leaders knew that Zhang Ye had not f * * king decided on the program's content until the day of the recording, the Leaders would probably sit him to death! However, this was Zhang Ye's style. He had always done it this way when he worked. He had a lot of things in his mind, and not everything could be brought out at that moment. It had to be reasonable and just right. Only then would he be able to bring out his knowledge to its fullest potential!
After the news ended, Zhang Ye had a rough idea of the program's content. Without needing to take notes, he already knew what to say for the first episode.
Taking a look online again, the live audience selection for today's "Zhang Ye's Talk Show" had already ended. Other than some internal tickets, most of the live audience members had registered online and were lucky to be randomly selected. Those who were selected could enter with their identification. It was very fair and could also be considered an interaction with the netizens. This way, it could increase the program's cohesiveness and appeal.
There were a total of sixty lucky audience members.
"Haha, I got it. I'm so lucky!"
"What did you get? Lottery ticket? "
"The live audience for 'Zhang Ye's Talk Show'!"
"Heh, what's there to celebrate? It would be a wonder if that talk show thing is good. Even if you give me the tickets, I won't take it. Let's go to sleep?"
"Upstairs, I also admit that the commercial for 'I'll speak for myself' was done quite well. It also caused quite a stir, but a new program ultimately depends on the program's content. What's so interesting about a program that only extracts jokes from the Internet? Aren't you treating the audience as fools!? Hur Hur, it's not your luck that you got the tickets. It's because there were too few people who signed up. Anyone who signed up would be able to go! "
"Don't say it like that. I do want to go and take a look. I want to see how trashy that talk show is. I can come back and complain!"
"Upstairs, you are a hero. You are risking your life to clear the mines for everyone!"
"Haha, I'm also looking forward to Zhang Ye's new program. I want to see how many people will curse him. That Zhang Ye too. He already has quite a good record. Can't he continue talking about history? Why must he do a program format that has never appeared in this world? He's courting death! I used to like Zhang Ye, but now, I've turned from a fan to a hater. This program has really disappointed me. In the future, my daily mission is to eat, sleep, and scold Zhang Ye! The deeper the love, the more severe the responsibility. This time, Zhang Ye has really taken a big tumble! "
"Hai, what a pity."
"He's being irresponsible!"
"Right, he wants to make a program just by finding a few jokes on the Internet? Isn't he fooling the audience!? Only a fool would watch what you blurt out! "
With the popularity of "I'll speak for myself" over, many of Zhang Ye's haters appeared once again. The questioning and cursing of his new program began once again!
Zhang Ye was already used to it, so he did not mind it.
But suddenly, a verified Weibo person posted a post!
It turned out to be the Beijing Radio Station's Deputy Station Head Jia, who Zhang Ye had previously worked for. He was the person who constantly targeted and suppressed Zhang Ye. The main reason why Zhang Ye had left the radio station was because he had a falling out with him. Deputy Station Head Jia said, "Back then, our radio station did not keep Zhang Ye. It looks like it was the best decision we made. Some people become blindly arrogant after obtaining a little bit of success. They think that they are smarter than the entire world, and that they can create a program that no one in the entire world can create. I just find it funny now. Weiwo is also one of the bigger WebTV stations in the industry. I really don't understand why you would broadcast such a trashy program? Where is your basic artistic appreciation and judgment? As long as one has eyes, they would know that the talk show will never succeed! "
Following that, Beijing Radio Station's radio host, Jia Yan, followed up. He was the relative of Deputy Station Head Jia, "This program is called a talk show? I think it's more suitable to call it a joke collection. Is this considered a new program format? Although they did not announce too much information about the program's content, I can't see any new format in it. Putting together jokes, what kind of ability is that? Even elementary school students can do it! "
Following that, the Beijing Radio Station's Station Leader's comrade's son also appeared. Zhāng Yě, the person who had the Silver Microphone Award snatched by Zhang Ye with the Lucky Bread. His tone was also very bad, "Deliberately mystifying and sensationalizing. You have to come up with the gimmick of being the world's number one person. I suggest that everyone not watch 'Zhang Ye's Talk Show'. This program is a waste of time and energy. It's not worth watching!"
"Supporting!"
"Supporting Teacher Yě!"
"Well said. This program is too trashy!"
Below, many of their Weibo fans followed up.
Zhang Ye was not angry. Instead, he laughed. Seeing these familiar names, if they had not stood up, he would have forgotten about them. After Zhang Ye had jumped ship, his popularity had soared in the television station, but this bunch of people did not say a word. Now, Zhang Ye had jumped ship again to make a program. Seeing that the public opinion was one-sided and that "Zhang Ye's Talk Show" was not good, they jumped out to kick him while he was down?
They were just a few despicable people!
Zhang Ye could not even be bothered to reply to them. It was still the same words. It was still the same words he said when he left the Beijing Radio Station — Don't be in a hurry to shout. Let's wait and see!
Ring, ring, ring. A phone call came.
Zhang Ye was somewhat surprised. The caller was Beijing Television Station's Hu Fei, who was also his old Leader. "Hello, Brother Hu. Why did you call me?"
Hu Fei asked, "Are you really going to make that talk show?"
Zhang Ye laughed, "That's right. You don't think well of it either?"
"Kid, you sure have guts." Hu Fei did not say that he did not think well of it, but the meaning in his tone was very obvious. He was just being tactful.
Zhang Ye said happily, "I'm not good at anything, but I'm gutsy."
Hu Fei was tickled by him and said, "All the best. I'll be punctual tomorrow. Xiao Lu and Dafei have always been supporting you. Don't disappoint them."
Zhang Ye said indifferently, "I will."
After hanging up, Zhang Ye looked at the time and went out.
… …
9: 30 AM.
Weiwo Company's No. 7 recording studio.
In the backstage dressing room, Zhang Ye was sitting in front of the mirror obediently. He was letting a female makeup artist do his makeup for him. Thinking about it, this was probably the first time Zhang Ye was doing makeup in his life. In the past, he would at most do his hair. Back when he was at the radio station, he did not need to do it because his face could not be seen. At the television station, as Zhang Ye was doing a historical program, his face was not dark, so it did not matter. But this time was different. It was an entertainment program, so there were more requirements for the host's appearance. Since it was his first recording, he naturally had to dress up.
The female makeup artist asked, "What do you want?"
Zhang Ye casually said, "Just make me look like Takeshi Kaneshiro."
"… Who is Takeshi Kaneshiro?" The female makeup artist was puzzled.
"Uh, then let's make him look like a Korean idol." Seeing the female makeup artist at a loss whether to laugh or cry, Zhang Ye laughed and said, "I was just joking. Let's relax a little."
The female makeup artist said, "Then let's make it simple?"
"Alright, I'll listen to you." Zhang Ye believed in the judgment of a professional.
As he was doing his makeup, someone rushed over, "Teacher Zhang, what color do you want for your clothes? Or is it a suit? Why don't I bring them over? "
Zhang Ye said, "For the first episode, let's get something a little more colorful. Red or green is fine, for a festive effect."
"Alright, I'll go get it." The staff member rushed off.
The newly transferred Field Director's voice came through the headset, "All teams, take note. There's still half an hour before the audience enters. Everyone, hurry up!"
Even if Zhang Ye had three heads and six arms, he wouldn't be able to take on all the roles. For example, makeup artist, live broadcast director, or miscellaneous tasks. Hence, Deputy Director Wang Xiong had arranged another six to seven people for him in the past two days. The program team's highest person-in-charge was Zhang Ye. The program team's upper management and middle management were also Zhang Ye alone. The lower management employees were these six or seven people. The difference in their positions was huge.
"Done." The female makeup artist snapped her fingers.
Zhang Ye looked in the mirror. At first glance, he did not look any different. But in fact, with the camera lens, there was a huge change. This was because of the lighting. "Alright, let's go!"
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