The next day.
Around 7 in the morning.
Zhang Ye woke up from his nightmare. When he touched his back, it was drenched in cold sweat. The back of his long johns was drenched in sweat. Hai, it was all because of the shock from last night. Well, it wasn't that much of a shock. Zhang Ye was more embarrassed than anything. He felt extremely awkward.
The door opened.
His mother came in, "You're up?"
"Yes." Zhang Ye acknowledged.
His mother said, "Then hurry up and have breakfast. We still have work to do."
Zhang Ye blinked, "I won't be going today, then? There's no class in school anyway. It's just the last day, and after that, it'll be winter break. "
His mother said, "You still have to be on your last shift. Why are you quitting on the last day? Hurry up and get up for breakfast. Don't be as lazy as a pig. I haven't asked you why you came home so late last night. Running for two hours? Do you even have the stamina!? "
Zhang Ye quickly waved his hands, "Don't mention yesterday. I get a headache every time I mention it. I'll get up, alright?" Saying that, he mumbled, "Hai, why didn't you and Dad stop me when I went out for a run so late at night?"
His mother was so angry that she laughed, "Rascal, you were the one who wanted to go out on such a cold day and you're blaming me and your dad?"
Zhang Ye wanted to cry, "Next time I want to go out late at night, you must stop me."
After breakfast, Zhang Ye went to work. Once bitten, twice shy. To be honest, he did not even want to go to school today. He really did not know what to do when he saw Wu Zeqing. Although the matter regarding the photos had been resolved and President Wu had spoken, Zhang Ye still felt uneasy. Although she had spoken and given her word, the matter was not over so easily. After all, those were not ordinary photos.
… …
Peking University.
Zhang Ye drove past the school gates.
When the security guard saw him, he smiled and greeted, "Good morning, Teacher Zhang!"
"Morning." Zhang Ye said.
With so many teachers in Peking University, the security guard definitely could not recognize all of them, but he definitely knew Zhang Ye. There was no one in Peking University who did not know Zhang Ye. He said, "The Chinese department's auditorium is being renovated today. Construction materials are piled up and there are no more parking spaces. I suggest you park your car outside."
Zhang Ye immediately turned around, "Alright, thanks a lot."
The car stopped outside and Zhang Ye walked into the main entrance.
As soon as he got out of the car, many passers-by saw him, and seven or eight people surrounded him.
"It's Zhang Ye!"
"Aiyo! I've seen the real person! "
"Are you here to work at Peking University? We need an autograph! "
Among the people who had gathered around him, there were old ladies and young people, men and women of all ages. Even among the A-list celebrities, not many of them were able to attract people of all ages like Zhang Ye. Usually, a celebrity's fan base was more accurate and had a fixed age range. For example, the Korean singers' fanbases were mainly made up of people in their teens. Another example would be the A-list movie stars in their 20s and 30s. Or for some veteran actors, their fanbases tended to be older, usually in their 30s or 40s. But Zhang Ye did not say so. This fellow was someone who did not care about anything. He had appeared in children's fairy tales, hosted "Lecture Room", hosted a talk show, wrote songs, published books, scolded people, and stirred up trouble. Hence, the people who liked him did not have an age gap. They ranged from 4 to 80 years old, and they were quite evenly distributed.
In the eyes of others, this might be Zhang Ye's disadvantage, as his positioning was not accurate. But Zhang Ye himself felt that this was his advantage. This was because his goal was different from others. He wanted to become the top celebrity in the world. He wanted to accomplish the mission that no one had ever accomplished before. Clearly, he could not be limited to the achievements of a fixed age range. That would be meaningless, and he would never become number one. Now, although the path that Zhang Ye was taking was a little slower and more difficult, and his rise in fame was slower than others, he was taking it step by step in a very steady and dependable manner. His foundation was very solid. This was what it meant by "sharpening the axe does not delay the work of cutting firewood". Although the increase in his popularity was a little messy now, with all sorts of industries and fields involved, and there was no final explosion of popularity, Zhang Ye was still very satisfied. The advantage of having a fan base of all ages and fields would slowly show itself in the future.
"Zhang Ye!"
"Can I have your autograph!"
"Teacher Little Zhang, my child really likes you."
"Teacher Zhang, my dad is a fan of yours. He said that you recited 'Dream of the Red Chamber' very well. Can you take a picture with me? My dad will be overjoyed."
Everyone surrounded him, not letting him leave.
Zhang Ye was not in a hurry, so he satisfied everyone's requests.
However, there were still some passersby who looked at him curiously. Clearly, they did not know who Zhang Ye was. In Beijing, Zhang Ye was very popular, but it was not to the point where "everyone in the world knows of him". He had taken a well-rounded path of development, so he was not like those celebrities who only focused on a certain field or age range. They could not leave a deep impression through constant accumulation and repetition. But among celebrities of the same level as him, Zhang Ye was definitely the most popular and well-liked. This was something that no one could compare to.
He left.
After signing the autograph for the fan, Zhang Ye slowly walked in. Many of the Peking University students greeted him warmly when they saw him. Zhang Ye also returned a "Good morning" to each and every one of them.
In front of him was the Chinese department's campus.
Indeed, there were trucks coming and going, carrying a large pile of renovation materials.
A group of people were giving instructions and busying themselves. Zhang Ye had wanted to directly go over, but when he glanced over, his legs subconsciously trembled. He saw Wu Zeqing.
The person he did not want to meet the most!
Why did he bump into her the moment he arrived at work?
Zhang Ye suddenly felt that he was a little unlucky today. He quickly found a way around and pretended not to see her, so he could sneak past her.
Wu Zeqing was still wearing a qipao today, but it was a different color. It was a navy blue qipao with a black flower embroidered on the chest. She did not have any other accessories. Navy blue clothes were not easy to wear, especially a qipao. Normal people would not be able to wear it, as it would make them look older. But on Wu Zeqing... alright, it did look a little old. She was that age, so she could not dress up like a young person. As the weather was cold, she even put on a jacket. She looked good no matter what she wore. She was so beautiful that it was moving!
Wu Zeqing was standing with a boy who was about the same age as Zhang Ye. There were only the two of them talking.
Wu Mo was acting coquettishly, "Auntie."
Wu Zeqing did not look at him. She was supervising the construction materials and smiled, "There's no need to say anything. Hurry back to your company. Auntie still has work to do."
Wu Mo exclaimed, "You think I won't be busy just because you're busy? Do you think it's easy for me to start a company? I have one to two hundred employees waiting for me to support them. Please help me with this. Otherwise, my company will really go bankrupt before this year. Now the sales of the products are getting worse day by day. I'm dying of anxiety. "
"Old Zhang, these materials can't be exposed to the rain. Let them move them inside. You have to work hard and go in to take care of it." Wu Zeqing gave a few instructions and then said gently to her nephew, "Little Mo, back then, your family told you to study hard and then go into an official career. It's good to do some learning, but you didn't listen. You wanted to start a business before you even graduated from university. Now you know how difficult it is? How can a company be so easy to manage? "
Wu Mo said, "I've borrowed quite a lot of money from my parents. If I were to lose this, how can I raise my head in the future? You have to help me."
Wu Zeqing casually said, "I still have some money here. It's not enough to fill your hole, but it should be able to help you for a while."
Wu Mo didn't want it. "How can I take your money? Besides, it's not enough. It's just treating the symptoms and not the root cause. What I want now is the sales volume and results. It's almost the new year and I've already spent all my money and money on a 15 second advertisement slot with Beijing Television. This is your nephew's last stand, so don't you feel embarrassed to not support me? I'm not asking for anything else. I just want you to speak to Teacher Zhang Ye and get him to endorse a commercial for me. After that, he can help me come up with an advertising plan. It would be best if I don't ask for too much of an endorsement fee, cough, cough. "
Eh?
Why are they talking about me?
Zhang Ye was just about to walk away when he happened to hear their conversation. He could no longer pretend not to hear it. Endorsement? Commercial? Wu Zeqing's nephew?
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