Silence!
No one said a word!
Zhang Ye realized that everyone was silent, but he was not surprised.
Li Honglian did not know what to say, "You … This poem …"
Zhao Guozhou did not understand, "Old Li, translate it. What do you think of this poem?"
Li Honglian coughed, "About that, I … I didn't really understand it. Ahem, I only understood a small portion."
Ah? You can't even understand a Russian student? A few interviewers were taken aback!
"Prose poems are like that. It's a little more obscure in Russian, and with Little Zhang reciting it rather quickly …" Li Honglian added a sentence for herself.
Zhang Ye immediately said, "Then I'll recite it in Chinese again."
Seeing Director Li suffer a setback, a young interviewer did not believe it. He wanted to stand up for his leader. The richness and variety of the Chinese vocabulary was completely different from Russian. Chinese was the test of skill. You can't understand Russian? But if it was translated into Chinese, there would definitely be an article to write about it! You can't even use a single word poorly! You won't even qualify! This person was still thinking about the leader's hint. So what if he knew Russian? The poem had to be good too! Do you think you can fool us with a few sentences in Russian? How can it be so easy!?
Everyone had their own thoughts. They were all focused on the Chinese version that Zhang Ye was going to recite!
Zhang Ye could tell from some people's eyes that they were biased. He knew that they still believed that he couldn't make it. He sneered. This mood was suitable for him to recite, "On the boundless sea, the winds gather the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrel soars proudly like a black bolt of lightning. Sometimes its wings touch the waves, sometimes it shoots straight at the dark clouds like an arrow. It cries — In this bird's brave cry, the dark clouds hear joy. In this cry — it's filled with longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds hear the power of anger, the flames of passion, and the confidence of victory. Before the storm comes, the seagulls moan — moan. They fly above the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm deep in the sea … "
It was still quite stable at the beginning!
But as the poem reached its climax, Zhang Ye's tone became more and more urgent. His voice also suddenly rose an octave, "The howling of the wind … the rumbling of thunder … the piles of dark clouds, like black flames, burning on the bottomless sea. The sea caught the bolts of lightning and quenched them in its abyss. The shadows of these lightning bolts were like fire snakes, wriggling in the sea and disappearing in the blink of an eye — a storm! A storm is coming! It is the brave petrel, flying proudly over the roaring sea, amid the lightning; it is the cry of the prophet of victory. "
Why do difficulties always befall me?
Why was there so much injustice in the world?
But! So what if that was the case! So what if he was smashed to pieces! This is the path I have chosen! I will not retreat! I am also fearless!
Zhang Ye took a deep breath and said loudly, "— Let the storm come harder!"
The last line of the poem had struck a chord in many people's hearts in Zhang Ye's previous world, making their blood boil. Now, when it was thrown out in this world, it similarly pierced into people's blood!
Zhao Guozhou was mesmerized!
Li Honglian also had goosebumps all over her body!
The young interviewer, who had been grumbling in his heart about finding fault with Zhang Ye's poem, was now speechless. He did not even make a sound!
Silence!
Seeing that everyone had been stunned by his poem, Zhang Ye also felt relieved. He slowly extricated himself from the emotions in the poem and regained his calm. This was how society judged people by their appearance. He had long gotten used to it, so he did not hold a grudge. As long as he was accepted, it was fine. "Teachers, I have finished answering the second question!"
"Ah... Oh." Li Honglian's soul returned to her body. Previously, her thoughts had followed the petrel into the storm.
Zhao Guozhou said hoarsely, "What's the name of this poem of yours?"
Zhang Ye answered, "This poem is called 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel'. In Russian, it has the meaning of the prophet of the storm."
"What a petrel!" Zhao Guozhou did not understand Russian, but he understood the Chinese very well. "A soaring petrel, a proud petrel, a fearless petrel. It's referring to yourself, right? The power of poetry is sometimes very miraculous. Young lad, you have taught us a lesson today! "
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare," Zhang Ye said.
The way everyone looked at Zhang Ye had changed. Previously, he had gone off-script for a thousand words in ten seconds. It had already given them too much of a surprise. Now, he was able to reach the level of a master with a Russian prose poem. Zhang Ye's performance had conquered everyone present! He had also used his performance to slap all the interviewers in the face! Li Honglian had come up with this question to prevent Zhang Ye from passing the interview. It was clearly a trap, but she never expected him to give such a perfect answer. The answer even perfectly displayed Zhang Ye's unyieldingness and anger. It was so perfect that it made the interviewers feel ashamed!
Which rock did this ruthless person jump out from?
Li Honglian said without any expression, "That's all for today. Go back and wait for news."
Was he being accepted or not? Zhang Ye was unsure, so he could only say, "Alright. Thank you, Teachers."
The moment he left and the door closed, Zhao Guozhou, who was previously picky about Zhang Ye, immediately decided, "Our Literature Channel wants this person!"
Li Honglian did not agree, "Old Zhao, didn't you fancy that Little Xu? I'll let you have Little Xu. This Zhang Ye has to come to our channel!"
Zhao Guozhou said stubbornly, "Little Xu can be let go, but this person definitely cannot!"
"You are being unreasonable!" Li Honglian rushed forward, "I want this Zhang Ye first!"
"I was the one who said I wanted him first! Your Foreign Language Channel is not suitable for him. With his cultural attainments, he definitely has to come to our Literature Channel. Don't say anymore, Old Li. It's decided. You can have as many good seedlings as you like. I won't fight with you for any of them! "Zhao Guozhou did not back down.
"I want him. I don't want anyone else!" Li Honglian said with a cold face.
Zhao Guozhou said, "Last year, I let your Foreign Language Channel have a good seedling. This year, I definitely won't let it go. Stop fighting. I'll treat you to a meal later. At most, I'll owe you a favor!"
… …
Noon.
Jiaomen East.
After returning from his interview, Zhang Ye did not go to his parents' place. He returned to his rented apartment. It was a small apartment of about 30 to 40 meters, but he liked it here. After all, this was the first time he was living independently after graduation. He could not rely on his parents for everything. He planned on achieving something before returning home.
Lunch was very sumptuous — shrimp and seafood noodles. Of course, the noodles were Master Kang-brand.
Without money, Zhang Ye could only make do with instant noodles. He did not find it hard to fight for his ideals. He enjoyed it.
Suddenly, without any warning, the door was opened by someone with a key.
Rao Aimin, who was dressed in a summer dress, floated into the room, "How was the interview?"
The shirtless Zhang Ye was at a loss whether to laugh or cry as he put on his vest, "Landlady Auntie, can you knock on the door next time? I have my privacy, too. "
Rao Aimin crossed her legs and sat down. She curled her lips, "What privacy does a kid like you have? You didn't pass the radio host interview, right? What did I tell you? Just work behind-the-scenes. With your looks, who would hire you for a job in front of the cameras? Unless they're blind! "
What a coincidence. Ring, ring, ring. A phone call came.
Zhang Ye picked it up. It was a youth's voice, "Hello. Are you Zhang Ye?"
"I am. Who is this?" Zhang Ye already had a hunch, but he was not sure.
The youth said, "I'm from the Beijing Radio Station. You have been hired. The higher-ups have informed you to come to the Literature Channel the day after tomorrow to complete the recruitment procedures. Congratulations."
"Yo, thank you, thank you!" After putting down his cellphone, Zhang Ye suddenly hammered his thigh. Great! He had gotten it!
The phone's volume was not low. Rao Aimin, who was beside him, also heard it. She said in surprise, "Aiyah, hello? It can't be? Kid, you really got hired? Even a salted fish has its day. Even a rotten egg has its day of luck! "Her tongue was poisonous. She said," You can even be a host? Hehe, why else would humans be filled with infinite possibilities? In the past, I didn't believe in miracles, but now that I've seen you, I finally believe in the miracle of life! "
Miracle of life, your sister!
Can you not be so sarcastic!?
Zhang Ye was in a good mood, so he did not bicker with her. He immediately grabbed the phone and called his parents. He reported the good news to them. He was no longer an unemployed person. He was going to be a radio host!
Becoming famous and a celebrity had always been his dream. Today, he had finally taken the first step in his life. Although it was just a small position, and he did not have good looks or height, but from the looks of it, with the help of the game ring, his dream might really come true. He remembered that after the game was installed in his dream, the game was to help him achieve his dream — to become the greatest celebrity in the world. Now, it looked like the results were remarkable. The Save function from the Lottery had helped him reverse the situation today. The newbie reward of changing the cultural background had also played a miraculous role. In the future, he could use the unequal cultural background to help him build his reputation. By accumulating Reputation, he could use the items from the Lottery to help him achieve his celebrity dream!
I've struck it rich!
This bro is going to strike it rich!
Suddenly, Zhang Ye felt that the Earth could no longer stop him!
Become famous? House? Girlfriend? What kind of problem was that!? Building? Have you seen the world!? Can that crappy place be livable? Is it suitable for the identity of an international celebrity? If you want to live, live in a villa! Tens of thousands of square meters! As for a girlfriend? At the very least, it has to be a great beauty like Rao Aimin! A girlfriend? Find a girlfriend with my identity? Are you f * * king scolding me! How can I embarrass myself if I don't have a few great beauties with me? I have to find at least five of them! And this is just the starting number! A Rolls-Royce? Can you not be so humorous! Can you not be so humorous! If I don't ride a tank when I go out, what will I do if someone tries to assassinate me? Ah? What should I do?
In short, he would stand at the pinnacle of the world's entertainment industry step by step. People would remember him, and the world would remember his resounding and great name — Zhang Jingkong!
Eh, that's not right. It's messed up!
It's Zhang Ye!
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