Zero point.
The digital clock in the recording studio chimed.
After buying the new prop cigarettes, the old, the young, the sick and the disabled began to unpack them. Without the help of so many people, just the simple process of unpacking the cigarettes and taking them out took them a long time. The more they unpacked, the more dispirited and tired they became.
Zhang Ye took one.
Sun Han lit a cigarette for him and took one for herself.
At this moment, Sun Han's phone rang. He picked it up and said, "Hello, Brother Chen … You've made it? Okay, okay, thank you so much … Okay … Okay, I'll definitely treat you, definitely! "
Zhang Ye asked, "Is the music settled?"
Sun Han used the equipment in the recording studio to receive it. "Two friends from the station worked overtime and finished it. Here, I got it. Listen to it and see if it's okay. They should have done it according to your instructions."
There were three pieces of background music.
When Zhang Ye heard the second part, his eyes narrowed. "Alright, that's it. There's no need to listen to the third part!"
Sun Han sighed. "That's good. We've finally completed one task, but the rest …"
The two of them turned their heads again and saw that among the people who were opening the cigarette packs, the oldest comrade was already lying down on a chair. The injured staff member with a cast was also leaning against the chair, asleep. His head was swaying back and forth, as though he was about to fall over at any moment.
Sun Han said, "I'll wake them up!"
"Forget it." Zhang Ye stopped him and looked at the others. "Everyone has been fighting for more than ten hours. Even a man of steel wouldn't be able to take it. If you're tired, let's rest."
The employee who had caught a cold held his head and said, "Brother Sun, Teacher Zhang, I can't take it anymore. I've caught a cold and feel very dizzy." He stood up to ask for leave, his legs wobbling.
The intern girl couldn't take it anymore. Her eyelids were fighting to stay open.
Originally, if they had done it in one go, they would have been able to hold on for a while. But now that the most crucial item had malfunctioned, and there were only a few hours left before they had to hand in the mission tomorrow, there was no time at all. They heaved a sigh of relief. There was no more hope, and exhaustion naturally swept over them.
Zhang Ye said calmly, "Let's all rest."
The girl said, "I'll just sleep for half an hour. I'll do it later."
Zhang Ye looked at Sun Han, who was still holding on. "You sleep for a while too."
"What about you?" Sun Han didn't move.
Zhang Ye stamped out his cigarette, "Don't bother about me. I used to record a program. I recorded for 12 hours a day without any breaks. Don't try to compete with me."
Sun Han waved his hand. "That won't do. If you don't want to rest, I'll stay with you. If there's anything you need my help with, just let me know. It's already very inappropriate for me to ask you to come over to save the day. How can I let you work alone while I sleep?
"Stop smoking." Zhang Ye could not help but say, "You can sleep for half an hour. I can see that you're feeling dizzy and disoriented. Setting up the lungs is a slow process. If you don't use enough strength, it would be a waste. You won't be able to help in your current state. Take a break, I'll wake you up later."
Sun Han thought about it and said, "Then … alright. I'll take a nap for 30 minutes. Wake us up later."
Zhang Ye nodded.
Sun Han found a corner and pulled a few chairs together before lying down. Just a few seconds after he closed his eyes, he started snoring. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. It was obvious how tired he was.
Zhang Ye saw that they were all resting, so he went over to cover the intern with a coat. He was afraid that she would catch a cold. Actually, Zhang Ye did not intend to wake them up even though he said that he wanted them to sleep for a while. Their fighting prowess was limited, and their stamina and skills were just passable. He might as well do the rest himself and do as much as he could. Anyway, this bro was used to working overtime, so his stamina could still hold up.
Let's begin.
He walked over to the frame and began placing the cigarettes one by one to create the 3D shape of the lungs. He had learned his lesson from the previous design failure and knew where the problem lay. Naturally, he would not make the same mistake again. As such, Zhang Ye used the design of the failed product as a foundation and began to stack the cigarettes according to the template. The shape was still the same, but there was a difference in the layering. For example, the cigarettes at the bottom of the lungs were shorter and had to be moved back a little, while the cigarettes at the top of the lungs had to be placed more prominently to create the 3D feel of a real person's lungs. Although it sounded simple, every step was very complicated. His hands had to be steady and he had to stick them together in one go. Once the glue dried, he would not be able to move them anymore. Then, after confirming that it was feasible, he would add another cigarette. He placed them carefully.
One cigarette …
Ten cigarettes …
A hundred cigarettes …
The cycle repeated itself.
Two hours passed.
Sun Han and the others were still sleeping soundly. Two of them were snoring in a rather rhythmic manner.
At 2 AM, Zhang Ye suddenly felt dizzy. His hand trembled and the cigarette in his hand dropped to the ground. He swayed left and right!
I can't take it anymore!
I can't take it anymore!
Zhang Ye hurriedly drank a few mouthfuls of water. His face was pale. What should he do? He couldn't make it in time. Should he just let it go like this? Wash his hands of this matter? How could he do that! If he did not agree to it, it would have been fine. But since he had promised Hu Fei, he had to fulfill it! He had to keep his word!
He was getting more and more tired and sleepy!
Even for a man of steel like Zhang Ye, it was impossible for him to concentrate continuously for 13 to 14 hours. He would also collapse from exhaustion.
Right, there was something else!
He suddenly remembered that during the last lottery draw, other than the "Reward" and "Fruit of Agility", he had also drawn 20 bottles of "Stamina Potion". Previously, when he was sparring with Wang Shuixin's son at the Beijing Television Station, he had used a "Health Potion" to recover from injuries. The Stamina Potion was a one-time consumable item, so it should also have the same effect. It was used to recover stamina, but he did not know if it would be useful now!
Opening up his inventory, he took out a bottle of Stamina Potion from his game ring and quickly drank it.
The next moment, a warm feeling rose from his body. It was like blood flowing through his entire body. Zhang Ye's eyes suddenly lit up. He clenched his fists. Whoa, it was really immediate. It was really effective. His stamina had recovered a lot, and he was full of energy!
Continue!
121 potions!
122 potions!
Aiyah, it was a little off. Let's do it again!
144 potions!
He was the only one in the recording studio working hard.
......
Outside.
There were a few dim lights in the corridor. Other than a few departments on duty, the entire television station building was dark. There was not much light, and it was very quiet in the dark.
5 AM.
It was almost morning.
At the end of the corridor, footsteps could be heard.
"Station Head, I'm really sorry. It's just a small problem, yet I made you come all the way here in the middle of the night."
"A problem that could affect the television broadcast is not a small problem."
"You're right. It's all my fault. I didn't let the staff prepare the equipment in advance."
"Hur Hur, it's fine. Is it all done?"
"It's all done. The signal will be sent out in a while."
"Alright."
"You should quickly go back and rest."
"I'm not going back, and I'm not sleepy anymore."
A man and a woman walked over from afar.
The man was in his forties and looked like he was an assistant.
The woman was an old lady who was not even 60 years old. She had a full head of white hair, but it was not dirty or messy. It was very neat, and with her short hair permed, she looked quite spirited. Suddenly, the old lady looked ahead. "Eh, why are the lights in front of us still on? This is a recording studio, right? There are still people recording programs at this time? "
The middle-aged assistant was also taken aback. "It can't be. Did they forget to turn off the lights? Who would be recording a program in the middle of the night? "
The two of them walked closer and saw that the door was open. They looked in and saw four or five people lying on the chairs in the room. Only a young man was still awake. He was engrossed in fiddling with a strange-looking object. There was even a pile of cigarettes beside him. It was unknown what he was up to.
The old lady said curiously, "This young man looks familiar. Is he Zhang Ye?"
The middle-aged assistant was taken aback. "It's him. Why is he … Oh, I know. Our station's quit smoking PSA has been withdrawn. Today is World No Tobacco Day and we can't make it in time to submit our mission. I heard that someone hired Zhang Ye to save the day, so he has been busy with the PSA since this morning." He had also heard of Zhang Ye's arrival. After all, Zhang Ye was one of the top C-list celebrities. He also had a lot of connections with Beijing Television Station. His arrival at the station could not be kept a secret from everyone. Many of them were talking about it during the day.
The old lady said, "Starting in the morning?"
The middle-aged assistant nodded. "When I came to work at night, I saw that the Advertising Department was still busy."
"It's almost the next morning, isn't it?" The old lady looked at her watch.
The middle-aged assistant also said nervously, "Yeah, why is Zhang Ye still working? Just by himself? Working for 20 hours straight? Even a god wouldn't be able to take that! He's putting his life on the line! " He also knew that the station's quit smoking PSA was in a rush and had gotten into big trouble. But no matter what, no one would put their life on the line like this. 20 hours straight without rest? You're the only one left, and you're still working? You … What are you trying to do!
The old lady asked, "How much did you pay him to save the day?"
The middle-aged assistant gave a wry smile. "I think … I didn't spend any money. It was one of our satellite channel's producers who looked for Zhang Ye. I heard from them that Zhang Ye did not take a single cent from them."
The old lady confirmed, "Volunteering to help?"
"I think so." The middle-aged assistant was also a little vague. Volunteering? Was there anyone who would put their life on the line to help!? If something were to happen to you from working so hard, would it be worth it? He was afraid that the Station Head would forget things, so he added, "Back then with the Wang Shuixin incident, Zhang Ye's relationship with the station was a little strained. In the end, it was Deputy Station Head Wan who signed off on the firing of Zhang Ye. Logically speaking, the station does not have a good relationship with him, so I'm also wondering why he would come to help the station. Furthermore, he's so serious about it. This …" He could not quite understand.
The old lady smiled. "This Zhang Ye, I've always heard about him. Today is the first time I've seen him at the station. Hearing what you said, this person is quite interesting." With a pause, she said, "Go back, Little Wu. Get back to your work. You don't have to accompany me."
The middle-aged assistant said, "Station Head, what about you?"
The old lady's eyes were filled with curiosity. "I'll be walking around alone."
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