Afternoon break.
The Literature Channel spread a piece of news.
"Old Wang, have you heard? Zhang Ye is finished. "
"Ah? How can that be? Isn't his program's ratings very high? "
"So what if it's high? It's not like he's the station's pillar. Can't it do without him?"
"Is it because of the scolding? That can't be, right? Didn't the Leader punish him? "
"Because of the publication of 'Ghost Blows Out the Light', the station wanted to buy his copyright and operate it. In the end, Zhang Ye could not see through it and did not sell it. He made the Leader lose face. If it was a normal Leader, it would be fine, but that is Deputy Station Head Jia, the Leader of the station. It would be a wonder if the higher-ups would let him off!"
"Aiyah, there's such a thing?"
"Isn't that so? He's finished."
"It shouldn't be that bad, right?"
"How can it not be that bad, to ruin the station's source of income and plans that have been in the works for a long time? Just watch. The Leader will definitely punish him. He can't possibly encourage such a trend. "
"Hai, what a pity. This lad is very cultured. He's a good sapling."
"I already guessed that this day would come. Zhang Ye doesn't know when to advance or retreat. He's a good person, but he's too stubborn. When he steps into society and work, are principles still that important? He has to know how to compromise and endure, or he will suffer sooner or later. His' The Song of the Stormy Petrel 'was really well written. I also acknowledge his literary ability, but that's just literature. It's just a poem. Work still has to be done. Work still has to be done. Bow down still has to bow down. If everyone was like his poem,' let the storm come fiercer ', then why would he need to work? He would have long offended people. "
The radio station was very big, but the circle was very small. In a short while, all his colleagues knew about it.
The moment Zhang Ye returned, he saw Tian Bin. His hand was bandaged, as if he was injured.
The moment he saw Zhang Ye, Tian Bin gritted his teeth in humiliation. It was as if he wanted to bite him to pieces. But soon after, Tian Bin hung a smile, as if he was watching a joke. He had drunk alcohol yesterday, so his mind wasn't too clear. Hence, he had mocked Zhang Ye on Weibo, provoking his fans to scold him. Who knew that he and his fans would end up being scolded by Zhang Ye to the point of pissing their pants. In his anger, Tian Bin smashed the ashtray beside him and accidentally cut his hand. He had to go to the hospital to get a few stitches before he stopped. Tian Bin even had thoughts of killing Zhang Ye. Who knew that when he arrived at the unit in the afternoon, he would hear a pleasant surprise. Zhang Ye had offended the Leader. This was the so-called retribution for evil. At least that was what Tian Bin thought. His previously depressed mood was lifted.
"Teacher Zhang!" Xiaofang rushed over, "They said you …"
Zhang Ye waved it off and said, "Go ahead and do what you need to do. I've finished recording the program, so you can tidy it up."
Teacher Feng, who had a good relationship with him, also came over. He pulled Zhang Ye to a corner and whispered, "Did you really offend the Station Leader?"
Zhang Ye gave a wry smile, "I guess so."
Teacher Feng was really thinking for him. He said angrily, "You sure are great. If the station wants the copyright, you can sell it to them. At most, you will earn less money. After all, you still need to develop your career as a host. If you don't sell it, are you prepared to resign?"
Zhang Ye said without any sense of guilt, "Why should I resign? The copyright is mine. If the station wants to scam me, then I won't sell it. I didn't do anything wrong. "
Teacher Feng was speechless, "You still want to carry on? Do you think you can still carry on? "
"Why not?" Zhang Ye retorted with a question, "Not only do I want to do it, I want to do it well." This was his temper. He did not listen to anyone.
Teacher Feng shook his head and did not say another word.
Radio host. This was something that Zhang Ye had applied for after much consideration. Of course, he would not resign now, as he had not obtained the corresponding results and qualifications. The popularity of the late-night program? This result was far from enough. The cohesiveness of the late-night program was very high, but the number of people who listened to it was too little. As for those poems? At most, Zhang Ye could make a name for himself in the periphery. He was still unable to continue increasing his qualifications and fame. Zhang Ye's focus was to make a name for himself as a radio host. At the very least, he had to win an award. This was the foundation for his future fame. Zhang Ye's horizons were very broad, so he naturally would not be restricted to the radio station. However, he knew that he could not become fat in one go. He wanted to go to a television station now, but only if they wanted him. Even if they wanted him, he could not become a host. The competition there was more than ten times that of a radio station. There were many people lining up, so why would they want him? Just with his height? Just with his image? Bullsh * t! Even if he were to line up behind-the-scenes, it would never be his turn. So what if he was talented? Even if he had the cultural support of his world, it was meaningless. To be a television host, it was not just a one-sided requirement of cultural literacy, but also a combination of strength and qualifications. Hence, the radio station's foundation was very important to Zhang Ye. He had to do a good job here to continue climbing up!
Suddenly, Zhao Guozhou entered the office.
"Director Zhao."
"Director."
A few people hurriedly greeted him, including Tian Bin.
Zhao Guozhou looked at Tian Bin, "How's your injury?"
Tian Bin hurriedly said, "It's not a problem. I accidentally hurt myself. It's just a few stitches."
With a grunt, Zhao Guozhou glanced at Zhang Ye, who was sitting at his seat. He suddenly clapped his hands to attract attention, "Everyone, put down your work. I will announce two punishments." He looked at Tian Bin, "Little Tian, although you are injured, I still have to give you a verbal reprimand. I have already received your reflection letter. Your attitude is not bad. Considering your previous work attitude and hard work, I will deduct a month's bonus from you. There will not be a next time!"
Tian Bin guaranteed, "It won't happen again."
"There's also Zhang Ye." He had already given Zhang Ye a punishment, but now, Zhao Guozhou had changed his tune, "Little Zhang's behavior was extremely vile. He used vulgarities. Not only did he scold his colleagues, he also scolded the listeners who have always supported us. He has caused an indelible impact on the station's image. The station's Leader has also placed great importance on this matter. He has decided to revoke Zhang Ye's position as the host of 'Late-night Ghost Stories'. He will become a substitute host. His original position will be replaced by Tian Bin. I hope that everyone will take this as a warning. Remember, every word and action of yours represents the station's image!"
Many people had guessed it!
However, many people did not expect Zhang Ye's punishment to be so severe!
Tian Bin was the happiest person. He immediately said, "Thank you, Leader. I promise I will not let down the station's trust!"
Zhang Ye did not expect the station to be so harsh on him, "Director Zhao, then will 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' be taken off the air?"
Zhao Guozhou said indifferently, "Why is it taken off the air? Haven't you finished recording? After 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' is done, the next ghost story will be broadcasted by Tian Bin! "
Finished recording?
This was getting rid of the donkey after it left the millstone!
Zhang Ye was annoyed. This bro had been working overtime until 2 or 3 PM every day to record the program. There was almost no time to rest, and this was the result I got in return? Not giving me the copyright fees I deserved and removing me from my position, yet I still have to continue using my program to earn listenership ratings for the station? Killing someone was just a matter of nodding to the ground! But what could he say? He had no power or influence, so there was nothing he could say. He could only blame himself. It was his vulgarities on Weibo that had been used against him. Zhang Ye had learned his lesson. If he were to encounter such things on the internet again, he would definitely … definitely carry on cursing!
This was Zhang Ye!
No one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do!
"The punishment has been announced. That's all." Zhao Guozhou was about to leave.
At this moment, no one expected Wang Xiaomei to stand forward, "Director, I have seen the Weibo matter. Even if Teacher Zhang was in the wrong, the cause was instigated by Teacher Tian. If the punishment for Teacher Zhang is so severe, I think everyone should be treated equally. We shouldn't let Teacher Tian go on the program again, right?"
Zhang Ye was a newcomer and had no experience. His performance was only above average, but Wang Xiaomei was different. She was the number one sister of the Literature Channel. She was even a pillar of the entire Beijing Radio Station, so her words had power!
Tian Bin's face alternated between red and white, but he could not open his mouth. It was not his turn to speak.
Zhao Guozhou looked deeply at Wang Xiaomei, "Teacher Xiaomei, no matter how problematic Little Tian is, he has never scolded anyone. He should be mindful of his image."
Wang Xiaomei said, "But I think this punishment is not fair. If Teacher Tian can go on the program, Teacher Zhang should be given a chance to mend his ways."
Teacher Feng hesitated for a moment before looking up, "My 'Old and Young Story Club' is about to be axed. I heard that the station has arranged for other programs to replace it. However, there are still about a dozen or so episodes left to record. I have already started my retirement procedures last week. There's no point in continuing hosting. Why don't we let Teacher Little Zhang host my program? I'm old and my body isn't good. I really don't have the energy to continue broadcasting."
Zhao Guozhou's eyebrows twitched, "Old Feng, you have to finish what you started. You have been broadcasting this program for five years. You want to drop the ball in the last dozen or so days?"
Teacher Feng sighed, "It's better to leave it to the young. I want to retire in peace now."
After a few seconds of silence, Zhao Guozhou could only say, "Alright then. If that's the case, Little Zhang will host 'Old and Young Story Club' from tomorrow onwards." The program only had about a dozen or so days of life left, so it was meaningless no matter what.
Tian Bin and many others had the same thoughts, so they did not mind it too much.
However, Zhang Ye was not like that. At this moment, his heart felt warm. An indescribable feeling spread from his heart. He never expected that there would be someone who would help him at such a time. After Zhao Guozhou left, Zhang Ye went straight to Wang Xiaomei's table, "Teacher Wang, thank you."
Wang Xiaomei said nonchalantly, "You helped me out on the program the last time. I've returned the favor."
"Thank you." Saying that, Zhang Ye walked in front of Teacher Feng, "Teacher Feng, thank you. I really don't know what to say."
Teacher Feng smiled, "Retiring tomorrow is retiring. Retiring in a dozen or so days is still retiring. What's the difference to me? There's no need to thank me. Besides, I didn't help you much. You are the best seedling I've seen in the station. Don't think that I always criticize you. Actually, I like your bad temper. It's exactly the same as when I was young. Hur Hur, I also don't wish for you to be suppressed like this. My program will be handed over to you from tomorrow onwards. This program is my child. You have to treat it well. Even if it stops broadcasting after a dozen or so episodes, you have to do it seriously. Can you promise me that? "
Suddenly, Zhang Ye felt a heavy burden on his heart. He said with confidence, "I can promise you!"
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