That night, outside the airport.
It was already 8: 30 PM.
Zhang Ye alighted from the taxi and was walking towards the airport lobby when his cell phone rang.
It was his mother calling, "Hello, son. Tomorrow is New Year's Day. Are you coming home?"
"Yes." Zhang Ye burped and laughed, "I just treated everyone to a meal. I also applied for a two-week long leave from the Leader. I'm going home now."
His mother said, "Why is it so noisy on your end?"
"I'm already at the airport. I'm about to board the plane." Zhang Ye had already booked his ticket.
"Alright, then your dad and I will be waiting for you at home. We'll leave supper for you." His mother hung up.
The airport lobby was brimming with a festive atmosphere. Many people were dressed in festive colors. Their faces were brimming with smiles and longing to return home. Zhang Ye looked at them and guessed that he had the same expression. He had been away from home for less than a month. He had never left Beijing for such a long period of time. This New Year's Day was a day of family reunion, so Zhang Ye had to rush home no matter what. Hence, he had been working hard these few days to complete the recording of "Zhang Ye's Talk Show".
He wanted to spend more than ten days at home with his parents. He also had to consider what he wanted to do for the next two weeks. There was nothing for him to do in Shanghai for the time being. The half-month suspension of his broadcasting hosting qualifications had already passed four days ago, but if he were to apply for approval, review, approval, execution, etc., it would probably take the middle of January before "Zhang Ye's Talk Show" could resume broadcasting. Hence, Zhang Ye had applied for half a month's leave. If the approval was delayed, he would spend the new year in Beijing.
Security check.
Boarding check in.
Zhang Ye was in first class, so he did not need to line up. He directly boarded the plane. First class tickets were very expensive, not because Zhang Ye had money to burn, but because he had the lifelong honor of China Airlines. Be it business class or first class, he did not need to spend any money. Besides, there were no economy class tickets left. Air tickets were tight around New Year's Day, so it was not that Zhang Ye was trying to take advantage of China Airlines.
At the entrance of the cabin.
Two air stewardesses stood on both sides, welcoming the passengers with professional smiles.
When Zhang Ye saw them, he was slightly taken aback. Then he said happily, "Yo, what a coincidence."
The fat air stewardess on the left and the thin air stewardess on the right also saw Zhang Ye. Although Zhang Ye was wearing a pair of sunglasses, they, who had gone through life and death together, could recognize him at a glance!
"Zhang Ye!"
"Zhang laoshi!"
The two of them were pleasantly surprised.
Zhang Ye walked over. "It's almost New Year's Day and you're still working overtime?"
The fat air stewardess giggled, "That's right. For our profession, we get busier the closer to the festival. It's the peak period for air transport, so we have to provide good service to our passengers."
Zhang Ye gave a thumbs up. "Sacrificing yourself for the greater good. Good."
"Quickly go in. Let's talk in a while," said the thin air stewardess when she saw that there were passengers waiting to board.
"Alright." Zhang Ye went to the first class cabin and found his seat. His hands were empty and he did not bring any luggage with him as he sat down.
Not long after, the cabin door closed.
A familiar voice resounded in the cabin. Zhang Ye could tell that it was the voice of the old air stewardess. She got everyone to fasten their seatbelts and switch off their cell phones.
About a few minutes later, as the plane was lining up for takeoff, the fat and thin air stewardesses arrived. The old air stewardess also walked to the first class cabin with a smile.
"Teacher Zhang." The old air stewardess waved her hand.
Zhang Ye also greeted, "Hur Hur, long time no see. How is everyone?"
The fat air stewardess could not stop giggling, "Thanks to you, everyone is doing well. Everyone has basically been given a suite. Their salaries have also increased."
Zhang Ye said, "That's great. You are all rich."
The old air stewardess glanced at him, "I heard you haven't been doing well recently?"
The thin air stewardess was also at a loss of whether to laugh or cry, "That's right. Why did you ruin the live broadcast again? And we were just discussing an hour ago. Why are you first on the SARFT's blacklist for next year? You have become a key target. How are you going to work next year? "
Zhang Ye threw up his hands, "I'll take it one step at a time."
The old air stewardess smiled as she gave him a glass of fruit juice, "No matter what others say about you or how they evaluate you, we will definitely support you."
The fat air stewardess was the most cheerful. She smiled as she patted Zhang Ye on the shoulder and blinked, "Not only us, all the air stewardesses in our airline system will support you. After that incident, which air stewardess doesn't know you? They all treat you as an idol. Your fans in the airline system are especially numerous! "
Zhang Ye immediately sat up straight and said smugly, "Am I that famous? So many beauties like me? Then I won't have to worry about not being able to find a wife in the future! "
"Yi!"
"Yi!"
A few air stewardesses laughed and jeered!
From the sounds they made, it was obvious that they had watched "Zhang Ye's Talk Show". It was obvious that they were not just saying that they would support Zhang Ye.
Many first-class passengers around them looked at them speechlessly. Zhang Ye was wearing sunglasses, and even if he did not wear them, many people here would not know him. Those who often sat in first class were not busy with work, so they did not care much about the entertainment industry. They probably only knew a few S-list celebrities. Hence, when they saw the air stewardesses surrounding Zhang Ye the moment he boarded the plane, they were confused. Since when did the airline company have such a f * * king service? They were too considerate. Who was this person?
Many people looked jealously at Zhang Ye, who had fallen into the land of gentleness. Little did they know that the trust and friendship between Zhang Ye and the air stewardesses was established in a moment of life and death.
"Aiyah, it's time to take off."
"Teacher Zhang, we won't talk anymore."
"Call me if there's anything. We'll be busy first."
The air stewardesses left and the plane quickly rose to a height of 10,000 meters.
… …
Zhang Ye rested his chin on his hand as he looked out the window at the night sky. Then he drank a mouthful of fruit juice to moisten his throat. He had drunk a little too much with everyone last night, so he was feeling a little sleepy as he yawned. Suddenly, Zhang Ye turned his head and noticed a pair of eyes staring at him from the side. It seemed like this person had been staring at him for a long time. From the hairstyle and figure, it was obviously a woman, and a voluptuous one at that. However, she was probably not used to the air on a plane with so many people, so she was wearing a face mask. Her face could not be seen.
She looked at Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye also looked at her.
Suddenly, the woman unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up in a dignified manner. She straightened her clothes and walked towards Zhang Ye. She pressed down on the white coat she was wearing and sat beside Zhang Ye. This plane's first-class cabin had two seats on one side. The seat on Zhang Ye's left was empty the moment it took off. It was unknown if it was because it was not sold or the passenger did not manage to catch the plane.
Zhang Ye wondered, "You?"
The woman's voice was very gentle and elegant, "Are you Teacher Zhang Ye?"
Zhang Ye was stunned, "That's me. Are you looking for me?"
The woman smiled gracefully, "Just now, I heard the air stewardess call you Teacher Zhang. I thought you looked like you, but I didn't dare to recognize you. I never expected it to really be you. Well, let's get to know each other. I'm Wu Zeqing, Vice President of Peking University."
"Oh, hello." Zhang Ye immediately shook hands with her. However, he suddenly realized that he was also shocked by the woman's introduction!
What did she just say?
Peking University's Vice President?
Holy sh * t! Is that for real?
What kind of educational institution was Peking University? It was one of the top schools in the country, or even the world. According to what Zhang Ye knew, in his previous world, Peking University was a vice-ministerial institution. It was under the Ministry of Education. Just from the administrative level, a Vice President's rank was equivalent to a government official. As for what this world's Peking University was like, Zhang Ye did not know. However, it should be about the same. From this woman's eyes and figure, she was most likely in her thirties? She was probably not even forty years old. She was already at this level at such a young age? She even took the initiative to speak to him? That can't be, right?
Wu Zeqing seemed to have noticed the disbelief in Zhang Ye's eyes. She gently took off her mask. Perhaps she was not used to the air here. She used her index finger to cover her nose and smiled.
It was an unbelievably beautiful face!
It was an extremely dignified face!
A graceful, elegant, and gentle woman had appeared in front of Zhang Ye. Even Zhang Ye, who had seen many beauties, could not help but be shocked!
F * * k!
She was so beautiful despite being in such a high position?
Was she really the Vice President of Peking University? A heavyweight figure in the education world?
"President Wu, hello, hello. Sorry for not recognizing you." Zhang Ye was more respectful towards people who were in the education field. "Are you also on a business trip?"
Wu Zeqing smiled faintly. She had the reservation of an ancient woman, "That's right. There's a school anniversary in Shanghai. I'm representing Peking University to participate. Are you also on a business trip?"
Zhang Ye chuckled, "No, I'm returning home."
"Oh right, I remember now. You are from Beijing." This Vice President of Peking University seemed to know Zhang Ye quite well. "I heard you got into some trouble recently?"
Zhang Ye casually said, "It's a small matter. It's just that I can't work for the time being. I might have to wait until after the new year."
The beautiful woman looked at him and said, "I've basically read all of your poems. Although many of your poems were not suitable for the occasion and conditions to be published, and were not recognized by the officials or the literary circle, in this circle, your literary skills have been recognized by almost everyone. I have two famous writers and literary scholars with me. From the information I've heard, the two of them hold you in high esteem, including me. Of course, as for the others, I'm not sure." With a smile, the beautiful woman said, "Right now, there is no one in our country's literary circle who can carry the banner. I personally believe that the people in the literary circle do not have the qualifications. If there is a leader who can carry the banner of literature in the future, I believe that you are the most likely one."
This evaluation was too high!
And it was an evaluation from the mouth of Peking University's Vice President!
Zhang Ye immediately felt flattered, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. I don't have the qualifications and experience. I'm just messing around."
Wu Zeqing suggested, "Let's change our phone numbers?"
"Sure, that's exactly what I wanted. In the future, if there are any literary matters, I'll still need to consult you." As a junior or junior, Zhang Ye behaved very humbly.
Wu Zeqing smiled and waved her hand, "You can consult me on other matters, and I won't be vague with you. But when it comes to literary discussions, I don't dare to be arrogant in front of you. At most, I have a little more experience than you, so I can communicate with you."
Look at her!
She really knows how to chat!
Zhang Ye was feeling very happy, but of course, he could not say it out loud, "You are too humble."
They had changed their phone numbers. As they could not turn on their phones on the plane, Zhang Ye wrote it on a piece of paper. As for Wu Zeqing, she had a name card, so she gave it to him directly. The name card was handwritten. There was no introduction of Wu Zeqing's position, only her name. Below it was a cell phone number. Zhang Ye guessed that this was Wu Zeqing's handwriting. The handwriting was very dignified, beautiful and gentle. Clearly, she was a calligraphy expert.
The plane was about to reach the capital's airport.
The flight from Shanghai to Beijing was considered a short distance, but it was very short.
During this period, Wu Zeqing sat beside Zhang Ye and chatted with him. For some reason, Zhang Ye felt that she had something to discuss with him.
But she did not say?
Zhang Ye did not ask any further.
Only when they got off the plane and were about to go their separate ways did Wu Zeqing suddenly say something that stunned Zhang Ye.
Wu Zeqing said, "Little Zhang, you will probably be staying in Beijing for half a month or more, right? If you have no other work or matters to attend to during this period of time, are you interested in teaching at Peking University? "
Zhang Ye was dumbfounded, "Teaching at Peking University?"
Wu Zeqing smiled, "Yes."
"Are you telling the truth?" Zhang Ye was in disbelief.
Wu Zeqing smiled slightly, "Do I need to trick you with such a thing? As the Vice President of Peking University, I am now formally inviting you. "
Zhang Ye took a deep breath and said worriedly, "What do I know? I'm still a student, so what can I teach? I don't want to mislead the students and mislead them. "
Wu Zeqing looked at him, "Before I boarded the plane, I was still thinking about this matter. I had not decided on a candidate, but since I met you, maybe it's fate. After thinking about it, there's really no one more suitable than you for this subject. I won't let you teach anything else, just your old profession, teaching in the Chinese department." She nodded and continued, "The remuneration might not be high, and it won't be comparable to your broadcasting salary. This is because this is not your main profession, and we will not restrict your other work. You can still host if you want. If you have the time and energy, you can come to Peking University to teach again in your spare time. You can be considered a temporary teacher. In recent years, it's not rare to hire hosts or famous authors to be university lecturers. If the students respond well, I still have the title of Associate Professor on my side. It's not that I can't give it to you. If you are interested, you can give it a try first. In the end, everything will be decided by your results.
How about it? "Zhang Ye hesitated," This … "
Wu Zeqing said, "You can think about it first. You can also give me a reply tomorrow. There's still half a month before the school holidays. If you are ready, you can come and teach at any time."
Zhang Ye took a deep breath, "Alright, then I'll go back and think about it."
"Alright, there's a car outside to pick me up. I'll be leaving first." The beautiful woman bade farewell to him and left in a leisurely manner in her flat shoes.
He went to the waiting area and hailed a taxi. The moment Zhang Ye got in, he rubbed his temples and looked out the window excitedly. He was conflicted and excited! What was he excited about? Of course it was because of Peking University's reputation. That was a world-class institution. Inviting him to teach there was a form of affirmation and trust in Zhang Ye. It would also be a great help in raising Zhang Ye's reputation and qualifications. If he went out and announced that he was a temporary lecturer at Peking University, then the entire industry would look up to him. This kind of reputation and fame could not be bought with money. It was also the real deal and no one could say anything bad about it. And from what the beautiful woman said, if he did well, he might even get the title of Associate Professor?
That was a professor!
Most masters and doctorates could not even get this title!
Zhang Ye was just a graduate, but now he had the chance to get the honor of being an Associate Professor? It would be a lie if he said he wasn't excited!
But at the same time, he was conflicted and worried!
Peking University's Chinese department. Even in a heavyweight institution like Peking University, the Chinese department was still very famous. It was renowned throughout the world. The Chinese department had always been the department of Chinese Language and Literature. It was the largest and most comprehensive department in the country. In its history, at every stage of its development, it had absorbed and produced a batch of famous scholars. Some of them were masters, and any one of them was a figure who could make the literary world tremble with a stomp of their feet!
But who was Zhang Ye?
What qualifications did Zhang Ye have?
Did he have the qualifications to teach these students who could become famous in the future?
Zhang Ye had even said to his mother a few days ago that if he could no longer survive in the entertainment industry, he would go to a university to be a lecturer. But that was just a casual remark. He did not think that he had the qualifications, nor did he think that a university would want a literary hooligan like him. Besides, the one who had invited him was not some other institution, but the famous Peking University! Zhang Ye knew this better than anyone else. Hence, he was worried that if he did not teach well and did not get the honor, he would be scolded and criticized. It was a small matter, but if he tarnished Peking University's reputation and led the students astray, then it would be a huge matter. This pressure and responsibility was something that Zhang Ye could not bear, because it was not his problem alone.
He was a hoodlum!
He could fight and kill however he wanted!
But if it implicated others, if it was because of his mistakes in teaching that caused future literary scholars who could have become famous to go astray, then Zhang Ye would not be so free! He was a bastard, and he could be a hooligan at times. But in essence, Zhang Ye was still a person who cared about others!
What should he do?
Should he go or not?
It had to be said that the temptation that Peking University had thrown at him was too great!
On the way home, Zhang Ye kept thinking about this problem. He had yet to make a decision even though his head was about to explode. He was not an indecisive person, but he was not someone who did not know how to think. Before he made a decision, he liked to weigh the pros and cons. Once he made his decision, he would rush to the end, even if the sky were to collapse!
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