One afternoon.
Many of his friends were worried about Zhang Ye. Some called him, while others sent him text messages.
Di di.
Dong Shanshan's message was very simple: "You can do it!"
Zhang Ye replied: "Don't worry, your old classmate is fine."
Dong Shanshan: "That's good. You made me worry for nothing. It's just the entertainment industry. Don't take it to heart. With your abilities, you can do anything you want, right?"
Zhang Ye: "Hur hur, we'll see."
......
A call from Big Saber Bro.
"Teacher Zhang."
"Yes, Officer Fan."
"Do you want me to help deal with them?"
"No need. I appreciate your kindness, but I'll handle this myself."
"Alright then. Your voice sounds pretty good, so I'm relieved. If there's anything, just say the word. Your Sister Fan's saber is already thirsting for blood!"
"Thank you."
......
A call from the office of the old leader, Zhao Guozhou.
"Little Zhang, I've asked around for you. The policy this time is too strict, so there's no news of the ban being lifted yet. If there is one in the future, you will definitely be the first person to be removed from the banned artist list. This is because your situation is much lighter than those on the list. It's not a big deal at all, so you have to hang in there. Don't be so pessimistic. Who knows, maybe in a year or two, there might not be anything left for you."
"Thank you for your consolation, hur hur."
"You can still smile. Not bad."
"What else can I do but smile? I've been through all kinds of storms. I've seen all kinds of storms this year. I'm already used to it. It's nothing much. "
"It's great that you think that way."
......
Songstress Grandma Zhang Xia also called.
"Little Zhang, I have a job here. It's related to music production. Come over and be my deputy director. I'll pay you 800,000 yuan a year."
"Grandma Zhang, thank you. I know you're thinking of me, but I'm not too interested in behind-the-scenes work. Honestly, I don't know much about music, so I can't help you much."
"It doesn't necessarily have to be on stage to shine."
"Me? I haven't considered it yet."
"Don't think too much. Since it's already happened, you can only accept it. Go out and relax for the next few days. Don't stay at home all the time."
"OK, I got it."
......
Then it was the famous skit actress, Ci Xiufang.
"Hur hur, Auntie Ci, I'm fine. I'm sorry for troubling so many senior artists."
"Are you sure?"
"Do I sound like I'm in trouble?"
"It doesn't sound like it, but I'm still worried about you. Although we've only met once and chatted once, I still understand you. You're too stubborn. This time, such a big thing happened, and I'm afraid that you won't be able to get over it. So, after thinking for a long time, I still have to call you to ask about it. Otherwise, I'll keep thinking about it. Alright, that's all I can say. Think about it and move forward. That's all. Take care of yourself."
"Thank you, Aunt Ci."
…
The door flew open.
Rao Aimin came uninvited with her keys and opened the door without asking. She did not mention a single word about the SARFT document. She called out to Zhang Ye, "The food is ready. Come to my place for dinner!"
Zhang Ye said, "I'm not going, Landlady Auntie."
Rao Aimin glanced at him. "Hey, in the past, you used to cry and beg to stay at my house for dinner. Now you're acting noble and unquestionable integrity? Are you really not going? "
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I'm really not going. I'm not hungry."
Rao Aimin waved her hand and walked away. "Got it."
Zhang Ye knew that the landlady was also worried about him.
Phone calls from his friends!
A bunch of concerned greetings!
It made Zhang Ye know that there were still so many people thinking of him. It warmed his heart. Compared to the Beijing Education Publishing Firm's adding insult to injury, Zhang Ye thought of another phrase — a friend in need is a friend indeed. On this afternoon, almost every friend that Zhang Ye knew that he could befriend called him without exception. Even Wang Xiaomei, who was in the West, and Zhang Yuanqi, who was filming a music video in Australia, called Zhang Ye's cell phone. Wu Zeqing was the same. There were also Zhang Ye's relatives. Although they did not say much, it was enough.
Alright, there was an exception.
Yao Jiancai did not call.
Zhang Ye gave him a call, but he could not get through. His phone was switched off. Then thinking of how Old Yao was also on the banned artist list, Zhang Ye knew that something must have happened to Old Yao. Furthermore, it was a last-minute situation. The two of them were really unlucky to be together! However, Old Yao was definitely not in a worse state than him.
However, Old Yao was definitely not as miserable as him. Zhang Ye had really been forced into a dead end. He had been beaten back to his original state. After he had compensated the Beijing Education Publishing Firm with 3.5 million, along with the tens of thousands from another publishing firm, he was penniless. He had earned 3 million from the endorsement deal, but after the taxes were deducted, he was left with about 2 million. The remaining 1 million was from his previous salary and bonuses. All of a sudden, he had used up all of his savings. He was now a pauper. His programs had all been stopped. Those that needed to be taken off the shelves had all been taken off the shelves. To say that he had been beaten back to his original state was not an exaggeration at all. In fact, he was worse off than before. At least, if it was the time when he had just graduated from university, he would have had a chance to start over again. He could still accumulate his popularity bit by bit and start from zero, but now? He didn't even have a chance to appear on screen!
At that moment, Zhang Ye sat on a stool at home and lit a cigarette. He thought about it a lot. Should he change his pen name to write a novel? But that would require an identification card to sign a contract. His identification card was currently on the publishing firm's blacklist, so it was impossible for it to be approved. What if he changed his pen name and borrowed someone else's identification card to sign a contract? That wouldn't do either. Who would know that he was the one who wrote the novel? His popularity wouldn't increase either!
Singing?
Filming a movie?
Making a program?
Don't even think about it. It's impossible!
Should he go overseas to develop his career? After careful consideration, Zhang Ye also overturned this choice!
It wasn't that he couldn't develop his career overseas. It wasn't that he didn't have the ability to compete with the foreign entertainment industry, but the ban was still there. Even if he did a program overseas, it wouldn't be broadcasted or promoted in China. It would still result in the same result. His popularity wouldn't increase. Besides, Zhang Ye's roots were in China. His fans were also in China. He couldn't just abandon his fans and run away, right? That wouldn't make sense either! It wasn't the time to go overseas to develop his career. It wasn't like there were mountains of gold everywhere. Without his roots, what could he use to develop his career overseas? Who knew if a banned artist list was sent over and the foreigners saw it, they would immediately reject him. An artist who was completely banned in China wouldn't be popular overseas either. These days, those celebrities who were doing well overseas would basically bring the Chinese market with them. The foreigners would only accept you because of your influence in China. The Chinese market was too big, but if you were an artist who had been banned by China, who would take a second look at you? This was equivalent to a death sentence before it even started!
A dead end!
A dead end everywhere!
Zhang Ye studied it alone for a long time until his head started to hurt. However, he still couldn't find a way to survive. It didn't even seem like there was a chance!
It couldn't be!
There had to be!
Where was the way to survive?
Who the f * * k can tell me where the way to survive is?
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