After the meal.
Wu Zeqing's house.
"I'll do the dishes, I'll do the dishes!"
"Put it down."
"Don't, don't. I've already asked you to cook. Let me do this."
"This is my house. You don't have to do anything."
"That won't do. I'll feel bad about it."
"You've already given me the best and most expensive birthday present. That 'Ode of Mulan' is something I plan to treasure for the rest of my life. I want to pass it on to my children as a family heirloom."
"That thing isn't worth much. I'll write as much as you want. I'll have to do the dishes!"
After arguing for a long time, Wu Zeqing finally kept quiet. She just looked calmly into Zhang Ye's eyes. She did not say anything, nor did she do anything.
Zhang Ye said, "I really have to do it. You're my leader. How can I let you do all the work? Isn't this putting me in a difficult position? This bowl... Alright, you do it!" He was pissed off by Wu Zeqing's stare.
"That's right." Wu Zeqing smiled as she took it over and began to do the dishes.
He paced back and forth a few times. The more he looked at Wu Zeqing, the more he liked her. She was a high-ranking official, but she did not put on airs. She was older, but she did not take advantage of her seniority. She was smart, but she never showed off. She was always so gentle. It was hard to find a woman like her anywhere else! Hai, but even if Zhang Ye wanted to marry her, he could not bring himself to do it. There was nothing he could do. He knew himself that he was not worthy of Big Sis Wu. With Old Wu's qualifications, there was no hope for him in this lifetime. Besides, he guessed that Old Wu's standards for a spouse were quite high. Otherwise, she would not be unmarried in her thirties.
The dishes were done.
It was just 8 PM. It was neither too late nor too early.
Wu Zeqing glanced at the time, "Let's go. Shall we go up for some tea?"
Zhang Ye said cautiously, "Why don't I go back? It's quite late. "He was afraid that it would be inconvenient. She was a woman, so he had to be polite.
"It's only 8 PM. It's still early." Wu Zeqing beckoned him upstairs.
Zhang Ye did not say anything else. He followed her to Wu Zeqing's bedroom.
This bedroom was even bigger. It was more than 40 square meters. It was unknown if the layout of the villa was like this, or if Wu Zeqing had renovated it later. The functions of the bedroom were clearly divided. There was a large water bed in the corner and a row of wardrobes on the other side. It was hard to tell if it was a single wardrobe or three wardrobes placed together. There was a large balcony outside with some unknown things on it. It was too dark to see clearly. On the other side was a television hanging on the wall. How big was it? Anyway, it was very, very big. Zhang Ye no longer had any concept of this size.
Luxurious.
Extravagant.
Sigh, look at how he's doing.
Zhang Ye had worked hard to earn quite a bit of money, but even if he did not use that money to buy a car, even with his savings, it would not be enough to buy a villa in Taoran Pavilion. It would probably only be enough for renovations and appliances.
"Have a seat. It's winter now, and the temperature downstairs is too heavy. It's more comfortable upstairs. I see that you're not wearing much, and the bedroom is small and the air conditioning is warm."
"Yes."
"What tea would you like?"
"I'll drink whatever you drink."
"Then let's all drink Tie Guanyin."
Zhang Ye took off his slippers and sat down cross-legged on a thick blanket.
Wu Zeqing also sat down, but she was not sitting cross-legged. She was more like kneeling, but with her legs together slanted. It was a little like a mermaid's sitting posture. She was very particular and followed the steps of washing and brewing the tea. Then she gave each of them a cup, "Try it."
Zhang Ye took a sip, "Good tea!"
Since he did not know anything, he just said it was good.
At this moment, Zhang Ye's attention was on Wu Zeqing's legs. She was wearing very ordinary gray sweatpants at home, but it could not hide the allure of her figure. The virtuous air of a housewife suddenly came out. It made people feel very comfortable looking at her. She had a gentle and seductive quality to her bones. Without the classic qipao or clothing, Wu Zeqing had the temperament and charm of a classic beauty. Her every frown and smile was restrained, but it did not lose its elegance. Anyway, it was a feeling that melted in the mouth, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside...
Her feet were exposed. She was wearing flesh-colored stockings, but it was unknown if they were long or short.
Zhang Ye stared at her beautiful feet a few times and felt that it was not enough. After drinking a mouthful of tea, he glanced again. Suddenly, Wu Zeqing's eyes met his. Zhang Ye did not know if she had noticed him, so he quickly found a topic of conversation, "Oh right, President Wu, my 'Zhang Ye's Talk Show' is airing again today. Can we watch it at home?" The Beijingers' language style was more polite and amiable. They would usually say "our home" and not "your home", making it seem more amiable.
Wu Zeqing put down her teacup, "Sure. We can watch it on the computer and television. Hur Hur, I've seen a little of your talk show, but I haven't watched it in detail. Let's watch it on the television. I'll take a look too." She sat up and moved a laptop over and switched it on. Then she connected it to the television, "Which website was it on?"
"Let me." Zhang Ye went up to do it.
Very quickly, he found the source. The new talk show had already been released for three episodes on WebTV. Clearly, it had been broadcast since 6 PM.
Done.
It began playing.
A promotional video immediately appeared on the television screen. It was "I Feed Myself a Bag of Salt".
Wu Zeqing and Zhang Ye sat down again. As they drank their tea, they watched the program that had been rebroadcast for a long time.
Zhang Ye was feeling uneasy. He did not know if the talk show's popularity had decreased after so much time had passed. Anyway, the situation was not looking good. It would at least be affected a little. Besides, in order to avoid the SARFT's unknown policy, he had to broadcast several episodes a day. This was not conducive to maximizing the popularity, but there was no other way. The market was like that, and the policies were like that. There was no way to change it. He could only do his job well within the scope of the policies. Furthermore, the popularity might not necessarily be lower than before. This was because this brand new world did not have a variety entertainment format like talk shows. Those imitators were just there to join in the fun. None of them had grasped the true core of a talk show, nor were there any hosts that could really do a talk show like Zhang Ye. Hence, there was only one authentic talk show. Without this competition, even if the popularity decreased, it would not be too much.
… …
"Speaking of politeness, this is a traditional virtue of our country. But one day, I met someone in the car and he made me feel very helpless … So, an apology might not necessarily be exchanged for an 'it's okay', but an 'your grandpa' will definitely be exchanged for an 'your grandpa'!"
Wu Zeqing was amused.
Zhang Ye looked at her and felt quite pleased with himself.
… …
"The advertisements these days really make people speechless, don't you think? I believe everyone has heard of some advertising slogans like 'Don't let your child lose at the starting line'. Every time I hear this advertising slogans, I'm puzzled. Why would a child lose at the starting line? That's impossible. It doesn't make sense. Look at those track and field competitions. Everyone is sprawled on the starting line, waiting for the starting gun. Everyone is stepping on that line, so how could they lose at the starting line? Could it be that the starting gun was not fired towards the sky, and with a 'bang', it landed on your head? You were flattened down? That's why you lost at the starting line? "
… …
The broadcast of the episode ended.
Wu Zeqing chuckled from time to time, as though she was very happy.
Zhang Ye blinked and said, "I'm just joking around. Why don't we stop watching?"
"It's quite interesting." Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Let's continue watching the next episode. This kind of satirizing and entertaining current affairs is something that the current entertainment programs should learn from."
Zhang Ye was quite excited after receiving the affirmation. He immediately started the next episode and watched it together with Wu Zeqing. Then he went online to read the netizens' comments.
There was not much activity on Weibo.
However, Weiwo WebTV's comments section was abnormally lively!
"Wow! It's being rebroadcast! "
"Heavens! It's finally here! "
"I've been looking forward to the stars and the moon! Teacher Zhang has finally managed to get you back! "
"I'm too excited. I won't say anything else. Let me finish watching this episode first!"
"Hahahaha! It's too funny! Teacher Zhang Ye is still as humorous as ever! "
"I was afraid that the SARFT would revoke Teacher Zhang's license, which would be a huge blow to him. As a result, the quality of his program would drop, but who knew that there would be no change at all! It's still the same! "
"You're overthinking things. Teacher Zhang Ye is such a heartless person, so how could it be a blow to him?"
"Previous poster, you're also overthinking things. I heard that these episodes were recorded half a month ago."
"Aiyah, it's so good! It's so good, so good! I've been looking forward to it for more than half a month! It's finally not letting me down! "
"Ahhhh! Did you guys see the official news? Today's rebroadcast will be five episodes in a row! I think it will be rebroadcast tomorrow and the day after! "
"Really? That's great! "
"There's going to be something to watch! Long live Teacher Zhang! "
"My eyes are brimming with tears! Thank the Heavens! "
"Talk about 'Dream of the Red Chamber'? Write about 'Ode of Mulan'? I don't understand those kinds of literature. I'm not that cultured either. I just like 'Zhang Ye's Talk Show'!"
"Teacher Zhang! You're the best! "
"I'm a girl. I didn't know Zhang Ye in the past, but this afternoon, I was surprised to see a piece of 'Ode of Mulan'. It nearly made me cry. I was so excited. From then on, I got to know Zhang Ye. I crazily flipped through his previous works, including all his poems and modern poems. Finally, I found this' Zhang Ye's Talk Show '. In the past, I heard a few male colleagues mention this program's name, but I never cared about it, nor did I want to watch it. It's too good! Thank you, 'Ode of Mulan', for letting me know Zhang Ye! Thank you, Teacher Zhang Ye, for bringing me such a good program! Your humor and talent are the treasures of this world! "
"I also came after watching 'Ode of Mulan'. I wanted to see what kind of person could write such a poem. In the end, I was the same as you. I couldn't stop watching 'Zhang Ye's Talk Show'! I hate it! Why didn't I see it earlier! Zhang Ye is so awesome! "
Zhang Ye checked the number of views for each episode. It was not any worse than the previous episodes. In a few hours, it had easily reached 5 million. A huge weight was finally lifted off his chest. Thankfully, his popularity did not drop. This was probably the best result Zhang Ye could have imagined!
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