In the afternoon.
His parents were taking an afternoon nap. Zhang Ye went online alone in his room and logged into his newly registered Weibo account. There was already a verification label on it. The radio station had applied for Zhang Ye's verification due to his work. The verification information was — Beijing Radio Station's Literature Channel's "Late-night Ghost Stories" Host, Zhang Ye. Every radio host had to have a public platform to communicate with their listeners, promote their programs, and maintain their image. This was also part of their job.
In this world, Weibo did not have Sina or Tencent. There was only one Weibo, and it was called Weibo. The meaning was very different, but some of the details were different. For example, there was no setting to show one's location. The reason was to protect one's privacy.
"Hello, Teacher Zhang."
"Teacher Zhang, I really like your program."
"'Ghost Blows Out the Light' is too good. The poems are too classic!"
"We handle all kinds of documents. If you need, please contact me at 1348763733!"
"Haha, Teacher Zhang also has a Weibo? I'm Xiao Fang, can we be fans? "
There were private messages, @ s, and messages. There were about 30 plus of them. There were promotions, advertisements, colleagues from the radio station, and listeners.
Looking at the number of fans, he saw that there were only 200 or so. He had just registered, so he definitely wouldn't have that many fans. This would require a long period of operation. Zhang Ye picked out the important ones and replied to them. He also followed a few of his colleagues and then browsed through this world's Weibo. There wasn't much of a difference and he wasn't unfamiliar with it. This was a very important platform for publicity, so Zhang Ye placed great importance on it. After some thought, he decided to add his poems, "Flying Bird and Fish", "A Generation", the untitled "If You're Well, It's a Sunny Day", and "The Song of the Stormy Petrel" that had not been published in public before!
The number of fans immediately increased!
There were also countless people fighting to broadcast it!
"Make the storm more violent? How arrogant! "
"'The Song of the Stormy Petrel' is so enjoyable! I like it! "
"I originally thought that Flying Bird and Fish and A Generation was classic enough, but after watching The Song of the Stormy Petrel, I felt so satisfied. From then on, I've become a fan!"
"As long as you are well, the sky is clear? It's beautifully written! "
"Teacher Zhang has written another new poem? Awesome! I'm in awe of you! "
Later on, I saw two poems by Teacher Little Zhang. I liked 'A Generation' the most. It felt like it was written for our generation. Today, I saw 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel'. This should be a prose poem. I've lived for so many years, and I've seen prose poems in the hundreds, if not thousands. This is the first time I know that prose poems can be written so elegantly and roared! I also know the Deputy Chief Editor of the Beijing Times, Old Yan. Old Yan has a comment that I think is very true. A few hundred years later, people might not know that there are no longer computers or cell phones. They might forget about those once dazzling celebrities. They might forget the things that people of our era think are unforgettable, but 'A Generation' and 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel' are two poems that everyone will definitely not forget. I believe that they will be passed down through the years, generation after generation! "
Of course, Zhang Ye had to reply. He said humbly, "Thank you, Teacher Hu, for your affirmation. It's not as noble and great as you make it out to be. It's just a few clumsy pieces."
Hu Fei gave a high evaluation below, "Talent is something that is inborn. Some people work hard for their entire lives but do not have it. Some people are born with it. Teacher Little Zhang is only 23 years old? My son is also 22 years old this year. We are about the same age, but Teacher Zhang already has such literacy, while my son only knows how to play with his cell phone every day. Hai! "
Someone commented below.
"My daughter is the same. She plays with her cell phone every day."
"That's right. Young people these days can't live without their cell phones. Even when they are eating or chatting, they have to hold onto their cell phones without letting go."
Upon seeing this, Zhang Ye also posted a comment. He used a popular phrase from his world, "The furthest distance in the world is not between a flying bird and a fish, but me standing in front of you, while you are playing with your cell phone."
"Pfft!"
"Haha! I'm cramping up from laughing! "
"Teacher Zhang Ye is too mischievous!"
"I never expected Teacher Zhang to be so humorous! He's a ghost story host and a poet. I thought he was a very serious person! "
"What a godly twist!"
Central TV's program producer, Hu Fei, was also amused. He sent a smiley face over, "I'll show these words to my son later!"
With Zhang Ye taking the lead, many netizens began to spontaneously adapt Zhang Ye's "Flying bird and fish". Things like "The furthest distance is going to the toilet without toilet paper", "A Generation" was ultimately not spared. Things like "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to watch movies", all sorts of things appeared. If it were any other poet who saw their poem being changed beyond recognition, they would definitely be angry, but Zhang Ye did not. Not only that, he even worked with the netizens to adapt it. The spirit of self-deprecation was very strong, so he won the favor of many netizens.
"Teacher Zhang is so approachable!"
"This is the demeanor of a scholar!"
“+1！ Supporting Teacher Zhang to create another masterpiece! "
… …
At the same time.
Today, Tian Bin was also resting. His program had been stolen, so he basically had to rest for about three days a week. There was nothing much to do at work, so in a bad mood, Tian Bin drank alone at home. As he drank, he browsed Weibo. He also saw the intense interaction between Zhang Ye and the netizens. Not only did he become one with them, Zhang Ye's number of fans also increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a day, he had a few thousand fans. It was almost exceeding Tian Bin's 20,000 fans. Seeing this, Tian Bin felt even more unbalanced. He immediately exploded!
Composing without a script?
A classic poem the moment he opened his mouth?
Tian Bin never believed that Zhang Ye had such an ability. He bore a grudge against him, so he did not change his Weibo account. He used his verified official Weibo to post, "Some people can only jump around for a while, but not forever. Don't get carried away by a villain. Don't play tricks, or you will suffer!" He did not specify who it was, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was scolding Zhang Ye. This was because after Tian Bin's Weibo verified Zhang Ye's identity, his VIP introduction had changed to that of the former host of "Late-night Ghost Stories".
Tian Bin also had fans. Some people liked Zhang Ye's broadcasting style, but there were also people who liked Tian Bin's broadcasting program. Upon hearing Teacher Tian's post, many of his fans immediately understood who Tian Bin was referring to. They immediately responded to the call and went to Zhang Ye's Weibo to curse!
"Playing tricks?"
"So that's how Zhang Ye rose to the top!"
"Teacher Tian said it well. I also don't like listening to Zhang Ye's program. It's trash!"
On the other side, Zhang Ye still did not understand the situation. He had just gone out to drink a mouthful of water. When he came back, he saw a lot of scolding on Weibo!
"Zhang Ye, you dumb pig!"
"Calling for a boycott of Zhang Ye!"
"What kind of trash program is this! Quickly stop broadcasting! "
"Right! Let Teacher Tian Bin host 'Late-night Ghost Stories' again! "
Zhang Ye followed up on Tian Bin's official Weibo and saw his words. He was so angry that he laughed. Are you looking for trouble for no reason? You dare to call me a vile person in public?
Before Zhang Ye said a word, his fans and bystanders had already gone to Tian Bin's Weibo to curse back!
"How can there be such a despicable person in this world?"
"Scolding a colleague publicly on Weibo? Who's the vile person? "
"Isn't it because Teacher Zhang's literary talent is better than yours, so he replaced your program? If you're not convinced, you can snatch the program back. Are you saying that you will curse behind someone's back?"
"What a joke. There are so many people supporting him? Do you all like to curse? "
At this moment, the program producer, Hu Fei, who had previously interacted with Zhang Ye on Weibo, also helped Zhang Ye. He posted, "People need to have some magnanimity. Don't think of ways to drag others down just because someone is better than you. What a joke. A smart person would know what's going on!"
Both sides started a war of words!
Weibo suddenly became lively!
"Son, come out and eat some fruits!" Mom woke up from her afternoon nap and called out to him from outside the house.
However, Zhang Ye was not in the mood to eat, "I'm not eating. I have something to do."
Mom pushed the door open and came in, "What's the matter? I'll get busy after eating. "
Zhang Ye stared at the computer, "I can't eat anymore. A colleague used the official verified Weibo account to scold me. The impact is too bad, so I have to deal with it."
Mom was also angry, "He dares to scold my son? That little bastard! But don't scold him. If he doesn't pay attention to it, we have to pay attention to the impact. After all, our statuses are different now. "
"I understand. Go back." Zhang Ye saw Tian Bin post a comment again.
Tian Bin: If your character is bad, what's the use of having talent!?
Zhang Ye sneered and replied, "How is my character not good? Teacher Tian, you can tell me!"
Tian Bin's tone was inscrutable, "You really don't know? Alright, hur hur. "
Zhang Ye: "Don't use such a specious tone to mislead everyone. If there's anything wrong with what I did, you can tell me. I want to hear it too!"
Tian Bin scoffed, "You know what your character is like!"
Zhang Ye said angrily, "I really don't understand. My matters can be said openly. I have always done things with a clear conscience. Your ambiguous tone makes it seem like you lack confidence, right?"
Tian Bin: Hur hur, a villain is a villain.
… …
Beijing Radio Station.
In the Literature Channel's office, many people were at work today.
A DJ from the afternoon program suddenly shouted, "Hey, quickly look at Weibo. Something has happened, something has happened. Tian Bin and Zhang Ye are quarreling!"
"Ah? What happened? "
"Quarreling? Let me see! "
"Aiyah, Teacher Tian is …"
"What's wrong with Tian Bin? How can he speak like that!?"
"He even posted it with a verified Weibo. This is not good. If the listeners see it, they will think it's something!"
A few of the station's old comrades were unhappy. Wang Xiaomei frowned, while Xiaofang was flustered!
"I'll inform the Leader!"
"Who can give Tian Bin and Zhang Ye a call? Don't let them quarrel! Quickly delete your Weibo! "
… …
Ring, ring, ring. A phone call came.
Zhang Ye looked at the number. It was Teacher Feng from the "Old and Young Story Club" program. The moment he picked it up, he heard Teacher Feng say, "Little Zhang, quickly delete the Weibo post. Director Zhao knows about this and has already flipped out. He wants all of you to stop. If this goes on, it will bring a bad influence to the station. Someone is going to look for Tian Bin. Quickly turn off the fire.
If there's anything, we can talk about it tomorrow at work! "Zhang Ye said angrily," I've been scolded by Tian Bin and his fans all day. I haven't even said a single curse or slander, right? And you want me to turn off the fire? Did I say anything unnecessary? I just wanted Tian Bin to explain how my character is lacking. How am I a villain? Do I even have a problem? "
Teacher Feng said, "Look at that temper of yours. You're still angry with me? Kid, calm down. I'm not saying you're in the wrong, but I'm asking you to bear with it for now. "
"Teacher Feng, I'm not being mean to you. Alright, I got it." Zhang Ye said indifferently. Among all the hosts in the Literature Channel, his impression of Teacher Feng was the best. He was experienced, did not put on airs, and was kind to others. Zhang Ye naturally would not be angry with Teacher Feng.
"That's good. It's best if everyone calm down." Teacher Feng hung up.
However, the moment he threw his cellphone down, Zhang Ye sneered at the computer. Although he had promised Teacher Feng to calm down, he did not plan on doing so. Delete the Weibo post? Not say a word? That Tian fellow had already said such things, so how could he not say a word!?
Tian Bin's fans were still attacking him.
"Look, Zhang Ye is not saying a word, right?"
"Hehehe, he's terrified after being scolded!"
"An idiot is an idiot! A rookie dares to snatch a veteran's spot! "
"I really feel helpless for Teacher Tian! To meet such an arrogant person! "
"Everyone, continue scolding! Spamming! Do not have any scruples! Seek justice for Teacher Tian! "
From time to time, Tian Bin would say a few words to incite everyone's emotions. He could not curse, but he could incite his fans to curse!
Some of the people scolding Zhang Ye did not know the truth. They thought that Teacher Tian had been wronged by Zhang Ye, but a large portion of them were just joining in the commotion. The internet was a more open platform, so some people liked to scold others. They did not care about the consequences, whether it was right or wrong, they just scolded. Anyway, Zhang Ye would definitely not dare to scold them. After all, he was a public figure, so he had to be mindful of the impact of his words. This made the people who joined in the fun scolding even more unbridled.
Not daring to curse back?
Yes, maybe a typical radio host would not dare to, but Zhang Ye was not a typical person. They did not understand Zhang Ye's temper!
Scolding me for no reason?
Stepping on my head time and time again?
He knew very well what kind of environment the internet was. Especially with today's matter, there was no reasoning behind it. It was just a simple exchange of curses. It was not about who was in the right. No matter how much reason was said, it was meaningless. What mattered here was strength! What mattered was whose combat power was stronger! Alright! Today, this bro will have a good scolding with all of you! Isn't it just cursing? Do you really think I don't know how to!? I'm afraid of you?
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