1 PM.
Zhang Ye was rushing to write his script. Behind him, his assistant, Xiaofang, called out to him.
"Teacher Little Zhang."
"What's the matter, Xiaofang?"
"The Leader wants me to tell you that your segment's advertiser is here."
"Ah? They're here so early? Wasn't it supposed to be in the afternoon? "
"Uh, it's already afternoon. For you. This is the advertising message. The recording studio is ready. The Director wants you to prepare first. In a while, he will bring someone over."
Well, he would not be able to make it in time!
Zhang Ye had just typed out the last few words of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" on the computer. He had not even thought of the script, so he could only switch off the computer and rush to the recording studio.
Sometimes, the enemy understood the enemy the best. This saying was true. Tian Bin had keenly noticed Zhang Ye's series of abnormal actions. Thinking back to the two episodes of "Late-night Ghost Stories", the quality of which had dropped significantly. Stuttering and using the wrong words were frequent occurrences. Zhang Ye, who used to only take an hour to record an episode, now needed at least one and a half to two hours to finish recording. Tian Bin guessed that Zhang Ye had encountered a creative bottleneck. It was highly likely that there was a problem with his script. Looking at him now, it was clear that he did not have a script in his mind. Haha, to think that a kid like you would have such a day. Can't you continue with your future stories? Let's see how you get past today! Tian Bin was overjoyed. He also got up and went to the recording studio. He was prepared to see Zhang Ye make a fool of himself and see how he would clean up the mess!
… …
Recording Studio # 1.
This was the most luxurious studio in the station. It was at least two to three times bigger than the other recording studios. This did not even include the outer room opposite. Not only was there a small outer room for telephone editing, there was also an even more spacious listening room on the other side. The transparent soundproof glass was almost unobstructed. There were more than 30 leather chairs inside, making it look like a small conference room. Clearly, the station had specially given the green light to the Literature Channel for this rather large amount of advertising investment. If not, such recording studios would only be approved when there were off-site interactive activities or when the Leader was inspecting.
It was a huge scene!
The pressure was even greater!
When Zhang Ye entered, the staff had already finished adjusting the equipment. After giving Zhang Ye a few simple instructions on the differences between this recording studio and the others, they left. Zhang Ye was left alone in the room, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles. He kept muttering, "What should I do". Spouting nonsense? That wouldn't do. The reason why the advertisers were willing to invest in him was definitely because they had listened to his program before. Once he opened his mouth, he would be exposed. Besides, the audience would definitely not agree to it. Talking while thinking? However, he did not have the ability to do so. Even if he created it in a hurry, the quality would not be good! He had thought of all the methods he could think of. Zhang Ye was at his wit's end. He could only hope that the advertisers would not tear up the contract.
Outside.
In the spectator hall.
"Come, please come in." The door creaked, and Zhao Guozhou and his assistant led five or six men and women in. "Let's take a seat. I'll get someone to pour you some tea."
A woman said, "Director Zhao is too polite."
Another advertiser looked at Zhang Ye, who was behind the glass. "Is that Teacher Little Zhang?"
"Right." Zhao Guozhou smiled and said, "Let Little Zhang begin. Let's talk as we listen."
"Sure, I'm a loyal listener of 'Ghost Blows Out the Light'. I even listened until midnight last night. It's my honor to be able to listen to it live today," the middle-aged man said politely.
They sat next to each other in the first row. The pawnshop they belonged to belonged to the Huatian Corporation. It dealt in pawning, gold, and jewelry, as well as some auction business. Zhang Ye had never heard of this corporation in his previous world. The only thing he was familiar with was China's pawnshop. Clearly, the pawnshop business had been modified in this world. Maybe it was because the advertising quota was too high this time, and the contract period was relatively long. It was not a short period of a week or half a month. Hence, one of the largest corporations in the country placed great importance on it. They sent five or six Leaders and staff from the Advertising Department to sign the contract and discuss the details. Similarly, Zhao Guozhou had also found a few staff to accompany him. Wang Xiaomei and a few broadcasting teachers from the station had also come. The last person to enter was Tian Bin. He had probably come uninvited. However, there were no restrictions on listening today, so the Leader did not say anything.
After sitting down, Zhao Guozhou gave Zhang Ye's assistant, Xiaofang, an index finger.
Understanding the Leader's intentions, Xiaofang gestured to Zhang Ye, who was behind the glass. Then, she counted down from ten seconds. After working together for so many episodes, the two of them could communicate with gestures. In the past, the assistant for "Late-night Ghost Stories" was Li Si. Xiaofang was considered everyone's assistant, who did odd jobs in the station. After Zhang Ye came up, and with the increasing popularity of the program, Xiaofang was considered Zhang Ye's personal assistant. The work of sorting out the Literature Channel's letters and collecting information had been delegated to other clerks. Xiaofang was now focused on the work of "Late-night Ghost Stories". She was a member of Zhang Ye's program team.
Now that it had come to this, Zhang Ye had no choice but to do it. He mustered his courage and pushed a button. Three, two, one. The program began. "Hello everyone, I'm your DJ, Zhang Ye. Welcome to today's' Late-night Ghost Stories'." After giving a random chapter title, Zhang Ye began to tell the story.
As he spoke, there was also chatting outside.
"I've already gotten someone to prepare the contract. Do you want to take a look?" Zhao Guozhou went straight to the point.
The woman seemed to be the leader of the team, "Director Zhao, if you have something to do, you can go ahead with it. There's no rush. We are here for an inspection today, so let's listen to it."
"Alright, of course, no problem." Zhao Guozhou said.
The woman asked curiously, "Right, I think … Teacher Little Zhang doesn't have a script?"
Zhao Guozhou smiled, "That's right. This is also one of the specialties of our program. Little Zhang never has a script. The program is always done off-script."
"That can't be, right?" The woman was skeptical.
A few people from the pawnshop also felt that they were exaggerating.
On the other end, Zhang Ye was recording, "Fatty has a … family heirloom jade pendant. He always carries it with him. This piece of jade belongs to the Northwest Field Army … a … a …" Before he could finish his sentence, Zhang Ye could not carry on. He had to think of the words in his mind, and he had to recall the direction of the plot. He was really powerless.
Eh? What's wrong with Little Zhang today? Only then did Zhao Guozhou realize that something was wrong with Zhang Ye!
Tian Bin had long noticed it. He chuckled in his heart. He was gloating at Zhang Ye's misfortune, waiting to see Zhang Ye make a fool of himself. He had come for this purpose!
"What's the situation?"
"Eh? Why aren't you talking? "
The advertisers looked at each other. No one understood what had happened.
Zhang Ye coughed to conceal it and switched off the recording, "Let's re-record this. Sorry, my throat has some problems today. I'll drink a few mouthfuls of water."
Zhao Guozhou looked at him and pushed away the microphone in the room, "You didn't sleep well last night, right? It's fine. Rest for a few minutes. " In order to smooth things over for Zhang Ye, Zhao Guozhou quickly changed the topic and started talking about other topics with the advertisers.
Xiaofang looked worried!
Zhang Ye's colleagues also looked suspicious!
Actually, a lot of people also felt that Zhang Ye's storytelling was not flowing smoothly from the past two days of the program. The quality of the novel's words had obviously dropped, and some of the plots were also stuttering. They were all wondering if Zhang Ye had run out of ideas. Could the story not continue? But look at how you rushed it. The advertisers were here to sign the contract today. If anything were to happen today, all the advertising fees would go up in smoke. Zhang Ye would have to bear the responsibility, and this matter would become a stain on their Literature Channel's reputation!
Many people were holding their breaths for Zhang Ye.
Only Tian Bin's expression was different from everyone else's. He could not wait for Zhang Ye to make a mistake. If "Ghost Blows Out the Light" could not be maintained, then there was no need for Zhang Ye to exist. Even if he was not cursed to death by the listeners, the Leaders would not allow it. "Late-night Ghost Stories" had been broadcast for so many years. Even if there were novels that were axed due to poor ratings, there had never been a novel that was abandoned halfway. There would always be a brief ending. If Zhang Ye could not tell the story today, then it would be a broadcast accident. No one could save him!
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