A week later.
Zhang Ye was forcefully given a leave by a Deputy Director of the Literature Channel. The Leader was at a loss whether to laugh or cry as he ordered him to rest for two days. He was not allowed to work. Why? This was because Zhang Ye had been working hard for the past week. Every day, he would make appointments at the recording studio during the day. If he could not make appointments for long, he would make appointments at night. He would find the relevant person in charge and work overtime to record. He had recorded more than 50 episodes of "Ghost Blows Out the Light". In addition to the previous episodes, he had already completed more than 60 episodes of recording.
Recording was about to end soon. In the meantime, every episode that was broadcast on time had brought Zhang Ye a total of 200,000 Reputation points. Then, there were the clicks from the poems that were spreading on the internet, which contributed to the Reputation points. In total, he had about 300,000 Reputation points. Zhang Ye bought "Memory Search Capsules". A total of three capsules allowed Zhang Ye to consolidate all the words of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" in his memory. He did not miss a single word, so there were no obstacles during the recording. He still went completely off-script. In seven days, the colleagues in the station were already used to the existence of this "pervert".
From shock to surprise, from surprise to surprise, from surprise to numbness!
Towards the end, everyone was already used to Zhang Ye's amazing performance!
There were still a few more episodes before he finished recording. In Zhang Ye's previous world, after "Ghost Blows Out the Light" became a hot seller, there were radio stations that had recorded episodes of this novel. Those were 400-500 episodes, so why did he have to finish recording less than a hundred episodes? The reason was that the previous world's ghost story program was called "Midnight Surprises". It was a half-hour program. In the novel, it was about 20 minutes, or even less. However, this world's "Late-night Ghost Stories" was an hour program. Furthermore, Zhang Ye's speaking speed was much faster than the average person, so the number of episodes was naturally shortened.
… …
He woke up early.
Zhang Ye brushed his teeth and washed up. After seven days of continuous overtime and messed up his schedule, his mental state was not very good. Even when he smoked to refresh himself, he would often yawn.
There was no need to work so hard.
But why was Zhang Ye working so hard? There were four reasons.
Firstly, he had to be worthy of the Leader's attention!
Secondly, he had to be worthy of the audience's love!
Thirdly, the earlier he finished recording the program, the earlier he could get his bonus!
As for the fourth point … well, the fourth point was that the first and second points were not important at all!
After checking online banking for his salary and bonus, Zhang Ye immediately felt a lot more energetic. Thinking that he had not been home for a long time, he went downstairs to take the subway and headed home.
His parents lived in Caishikou, a neighborhood that was neither new nor old.
The moment he reached his house, Zhang Ye met a few of his old neighbors.
"Yo, isn't this Little Ye? You're back? I haven't seen you for a long time, "a lady said.
Zhang Ye greeted, "Good morning, Auntie Zhou. I moved out a month ago. I've been busy with work recently, so I didn't come back."
"I heard from your parents that you went to work at the radio station?" Another old man waved his cattail leaf fan and said, "That's a good place to live. You'll have to work hard."
"Alright, definitely." Zhang Ye chatted for a while before going upstairs.
He pressed the doorbell, and it was his mother who opened the door. She didn't look too happy. "It's been a month, and you still know to come home?"
When Zhang Ye saw this, he quickly smiled apologetically and said, "I was just thinking of coming back after achieving something. Where's my dad? You're resting today, right? "
"Him? He's reading the newspaper. "His mother kicked a pair of slippers to her son.
Zhang Ye bent over to put them on. When he entered the living room, he saw his father sitting on the sofa with the Beijing Times, "Dad, I'm back. Are you and Mom alright?"
His father was a man of few words, "Everything's fine. How's your work?"
Zhang Ye was quite happy, "It's alright. This month's salary has been paid. Including the bonus, it's 18,000."
"What?" His mother pricked up her ears and turned from worry to joy, "It's that much? Aren't you still in your probation period? You haven't even gotten a job yet, right? "
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "The salary isn't much, but the bonus is. There's a 5000 contribution award, and another 8000 performance award. Adding the salary and allowances, it's only this much."
"My son is good." His mother beamed, "I knew my son would definitely have a bright future!"
His father said in an old-fashioned manner, "Don't be arrogant. This bit of result is nothing."
His mother winked at Zhang Ye and pouted, "Listen to your dad. He listens to your program on the radio every night. Sometimes, he would wake me up in the middle of the night and I would ask him to be quieter, but he wouldn't agree. He also listened to the episode where you used a modern poem to save a girl. He kept praising your modern poem standard and even wrote down a few of your poems. Hur, anyway, I didn't understand those poems."
His father's expression changed, "Are you the only one who talks too much?"
His mother grunted, "I'm just speaking the truth. Why are you staring at me? Are you the only one with big eyes?"
His family's approval was the greatest encouragement to him. He said, "It's almost noon. Dad, Mom, there's no need to cook today. Let's go out to eat. It wasn't easy for me to earn my first month's salary, so I definitely have to treat the two of you to a meal. Let's go!"
His mother said happily, "Alright, I'll treat my son to a meal too."
His father initially refused to go, as he was afraid of spending too much. His family's financial situation was not that good either. However, Zhang Ye and his mother kept pulling him back. Finally, his father also changed his clothes.
Downstairs.
His mother was very avant-garde as she took out her cell phone, "Let me check if there are any good restaurants nearby."
Zhang Ye asked, "What are you using?"
"Online reviews. I just learned it from a colleague." His mother clumsily manipulated her cell phone.
Zhang Ye snorted and looked down on his mother, "Online reviews? You're too backward. What era are we in? What you're doing isn't scientific or accurate. Watch me! " Zhang Ye took out a pen that he always carried with him and threw it into the air. When the pen landed on the ground, he immediately followed the direction of the tip of the pen and pointed diagonally across the road, "This restaurant has good food!"
His mother, "…"
His father said, "You're a university student, can you not be so superstitious?"
Zhang Ye stubbornly said, "Believe me, this restaurant definitely has good food. I didn't do anything wrong by throwing this. Otherwise, how do you think I scored so high on my college entrance exam English?"
The restaurant was not small and there were quite a lot of people.
The family of three went in and was led to a table at the back by a waiter.
The waitress politely asked, "May I know what the three of you would like to eat?"
His mother casually said, "Son, go ahead and order. Don't order anything too expensive. There's no need for that."
Zhang Ye acknowledged. It was at least 20,000. He was now a millionaire, so what was the point of keeping so much money? Wasn't that just for consumption? Besides, he was now a public figure, so he needed his face. Hence, he said with a big tone, "What's the most expensive dish you have here?"
The waitress said in surprise, "The most expensive?"
Zhang Ye nodded, "Yes, don't worry and say it boldly!"
The waitress said, "Squirrel mandarin fish is a bit more expensive. Depending on the portion, a typical processed fish is around 200-300. Oh right, we also have abalones here. One portion is 120. How many portions would you like?"
Zhang Ye snapped his fingers, "Very good, very good. Give me … a plate of Kung Pao Chicken, a plate of Yuxiang shredded pork and three bowls of rice. That's all!"
The waitress nearly vomited blood. After all this talk, he didn't want it?
When the waitress left, his mother said disgracefully, "If I don't want it, what are you asking for!"
Zhang Ye coughed and said, "I didn't expect it to be so expensive. About that, didn't you say not to order anything too expensive? We still have to make ends meet, so just a little will do."
His mother said angrily, "You're too stingy!"
His father interjected, "I learned that from you. The two of you were born from money!"
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