Friday.
In the morning, there were no clouds in sight.
Today was the day of the Golden Microphone Awards' live broadcast. Countless people crowded outside the Beijing Television Station's Grand Theater, waiting to enter with their tickets.
The moment Zhang Ye arrived, he met his colleagues.
"Little Zhang, over here!" Big Sis Zhou waved to the line.
"Big Sis Zhou? Auntie Sun? "Zhang Ye blinked and walked over.
Auntie Sun had let him cut the queue. In Beijing, it was called Jia San 'er, "Quick, come over here. There's no need to queue at the back."
Zhang Ye did not think that cutting the queue was bad, as he had been nominated. He did not need to queue, and could enter by showing his work pass. "Why are all of you here?" He really did not know that so many people had come. This was because Zhang Ye had not gone to work for the past few days. He had been fired from "Late-night Ghost Stories", and "Old and Young Story Club" was on hiatus, so he did not have any work. Zhao Guozhou had also considered Zhang Ye's feelings, so he made an exception and gave him a few days off.
"The tickets were given by the unit. There are many seats in the auditorium, so basically all the colleagues are here. Look, Tian Bin and his wife are right at the front. Do you see them? They're at the security check. And Teacher Xiaomei has already arrived. They have already entered. We came late. "Big Sis Zhou laughed.
Auntie Sun comforted him, "Little Zhang, stay relaxed today. Don't think about anything else."
Big Sis Zhou also cheered him on, "Right, it's alright if you don't get it this time. There will still be chances in the future. Let's just treat it as a show."
Zhang Ye said one thing but what he meant, "I understand."
"That's good. Let's go." It was their turn to go through the security check.
After throwing the lighter into the dustbin, Zhang Ye passed through the security check and followed them in.
This was the largest venue owned by the Beijing Television Station. It could accommodate more than a thousand people. Zhang Ye and his unit's seats were all in the front right. It was not bad. After all, their radio station was part of the same company as the Beijing Television Station. This was their territory, so they naturally had priority treatment. Compared to the other provincial radio and television stations, their seats were much better. This was a home-field advantage.
"Teacher Little Zhang is here?"
"Sister Zhou, you are too slow."
"Little Chen, Little Xu, you are so early?"
Their Literature Channel colleagues' tickets were next to each other, so naturally, they all sat together. Some of them came alone, some brought their loved ones, and some brought their children.
After greeting each other, everyone sat down.
In front was the Beijing Radio Station's News Channel's seating area. Zhāng Yě was sitting in the first row. Clearly, it was convenient for him to go on stage to receive the award. He was already prepared. At this moment, after being reminded by someone, he turned around and saw Zhang Ye sitting three rows behind him. He smiled and raised his hand, attracting the attention of the other side. "Zhang Ye." He was the same age as Zhang Ye, but had entered the station half a year earlier than Zhang Ye. He did not use the official title of "Teacher" either.
Zhang Ye looked over. "Eh?"
Zhāng Yě smiled and said, "Why didn't you sit in front? This time, only the two of us were nominated by the station. "There wasn't much of a problem with what he said, but it made people feel very uncomfortable.
Everyone knew that Teacher Zhang did not sit in the first row because he knew that he wouldn't be able to win the award. Why did you have to rub it in? Wasn't he doing it on purpose?
Zhang Ye said coldly, "There's no need."
"Oh, then do whatever you want." Zhāng Yě turned around.
Jia Yan had also arrived at this moment. However, he did not go to the Literature Channel's side, but to the News Channel's area.
"Zhāng Yě."
"Ha, Yan Zi."
"There was a traffic jam on the road. It sure was suffocating."
"Come over and have a seat. I've left some space for you."
Jia Yan and Zhāng Yě sat together. The two of them chatted happily, as though there was no one else around. Ever since Zhang Ye's matter broke out, although Jia Yan had gotten the program, he had lost the trust of the people due to the Station Leader's despicable methods. He had already been ostracized by many people in the Literature Channel. Jia Yan decided not to invite a snub. His colleagues in the Literature Channel might not like him, but he didn't like them either. Anyway, with Deputy Station Head Jia overseeing things, he did not care about anyone.
Once upon a time, when Jia Yan first came, everyone was very polite and friendly to him. After all, he was a relative of a Leader. Zhang Ye had been ostracized for a period of time. But now, the situation was the exact opposite. The reason was a matter of degree. Some methods were indeed very hurtful. This time, it was Zhang Ye. Next time, would the rest of the Literature Channel make way for Jia Yan? Forced to his death by the Leader? This matter could not help but make everyone think so!
Big Sis Zhou said to Zhang Ye, "Ignore them."
"People without ability won't be able to jump around for long." Xiaofang said hatefully.
An old editor sighed, "Hai, the unit's internal department is getting messier."
This year's Silver Microphone Award was definitely Zhāng Yě. There was no need to ask next year. It was clearly reserved by Jia Yan. No matter how capable Zhang Ye was, what could he do? He could only submit to others. Of course, this was everyone else's thoughts and judgment. It was not Zhang Ye's. Zhang Ye had not given up!
Compromise?
Submit?
Tolerate?
This was not his style!
Only by obtaining the Silver Microphone Award could he further develop himself in the television station. However, how could he obtain this award that he needed to obtain? Zhang Ye did not know. At this moment, he was out of ideas. Find Zhang Yuanqi? Impossible. The Heavenly Queen would not be able to do anything about this matter. The selection was decided by the minority. The five judges had three votes or more for it to take effect. Other than Zhang Yuanqi, a new judge, the other judges respected the rules. That also meant that no one would vote for Zhang Ye. It was meaningless for Zhang Yuanqi to fight for Zhang Ye alone. Besides, Zhang Ye had already used up that favor, so he would not ask Zhang Yuanqi again.
He was out of ideas!
There was no way out, nor was there any way out!
Zhang Ye had to admit that he had been forced into a dead end. But even in a dead end, he had to find a way out. He could not swallow this fire!
Conventional methods were definitely not going to work. Zhang Ye flipped open the game ring's interface, hoping to find an unconventional way out. These few days, "Old and Young Story Club" had stopped broadcasting. His source of Reputation was from the exposure of "Ghost Blows Out the Light". That was all. Hence, he did not have much Reputation. As for the Lottery …
Eh! He nearly forgot!
There seemed to be an unused item in his inventory!
Zhang Ye suddenly remembered. He opened up his inventory and indeed, there was a shiny little item in it — Lucky Bread! This was something he had obtained a few days ago at the Lottery. He had eaten the Fruit of Charm that he had obtained from the Additional Stakes on the spot. He had long forgotten about this item!
Let's give it a try!
Even if it was a dead horse, he had to make every effort!
The Silver Microphone Award was about to be announced. Zhang Ye had no other choice but to take a gamble!
Taking out the Lucky Bread from his inventory, he picked up the Iceland mineral water in his hand. It was a famous mineral water brand in this world. He pretended to drink the water, but in fact, he ate the Lucky Bread without anyone noticing. The items obtained from the game ring or the Lottery could not be seen by others, but Zhang Ye's actions could be seen by others. If they saw him grabbing air with his bare hands and stuffing it into his mouth, then chewing, it would be a wonder if people did not think he was crazy. Of course, he had to do some concealment actions. Gulp. The last mouthful of bread was eaten!
Lucky Bread in effect!
Player's Luck has increased!
Countdown of five minutes begins!
… …
At the same moment.
Backstage resting area 3. Inner hall.
Four to five staff members were arranging the trophies and certificates that were to be given out today. The results of the selection had already been announced yesterday. The trophies and certificates had been quickly produced. There were Golden Microphone Awards and Silver Microphone Awards. They were all placed densely on the table. The door was locked. This was a strictly confidential process. However, it was just a formality. Such things could not be kept secret. Whoever won or lost, as long as one was in the industry, they would know. Besides, it was not a presidential election, so there was no need to be so strict.
"Name — Liu Feng."
"It's here."
"Alright, put this in front. The certificates also correspond. Don't get it wrong."
"Don't worry, it can't be wrong."
"Zhāng Yě, this is the Silver Microphone Award. Take it in front and send it up in a while."
"Alright, prepare to come out."
"Aiyah!" The female staff member hurriedly used her sleeve to wipe the certificate.
"Don't wipe it!" An old comrade beside her reminded, but it was too late.
With this wipe, the paper on the certificate immediately turned into a blur. The words could not be seen clearly.
A youth hurriedly went forward to help. He quickly wiped the water off the table to prevent the other certificates from being affected. However, the floor was made of ceramic tiles, so the water was very smooth. The youth accidentally tripped. Although he did not fall, he used his hand to support himself on the table to maintain his balance. Coincidentally, he touched the certificate that corresponded to the award. Under the horrified gazes of a few people, the trophy fell to the ground with a crack!
The trophy shattered on the spot!
The Silver Microphone Award trophy was different from the Golden Microphone Award. Although it was called a Silver Microphone Award, it was actually made of a material similar to crystal. As it was shaped like a long microphone, the crystal's hardness was not much higher than glass. It ended up shattering into pieces. Even its own mother would not be able to recognize it!
"Ah!"
"It's bad, it's bad!"
"What are you doing!? Why are you so careless? "
"Sorry, sorry. I didn't know it would turn out like this!"
Everyone was flustered. After fiddling with it for a while, there was nothing they could do. They could only look at the mess!
"Uncle Ping, what do we do? There's still an hour before the Silver Microphone Awards ceremony! "The female staff was in a panic. She never expected that they had messed up such a simple task!
The Silver Microphone Awards ceremony was first held in the morning. As it was not broadcast live, it was considered an advance warm-up for the Golden Microphone Awards. After the Silver Microphone Awards ceremony, it would be the Golden Microphone Awards ceremony's live broadcast. There was not much time left. The Silver Microphone Awards ceremony could not be held after the Golden Microphone Awards. There had never been such a precedent! The oldest staff member clenched his teeth, "Don't panic.
We can still make it in time. The certificate is easy to deal with. There are ready-made blank certificates. We just need to fill them in again. The judges will definitely have an official stamp. Little Chen, go and find a judge to stamp it. Little Wang, I'll give you a mission. Immediately call Yixuan. The trophy this time was custom-made by their company. There must be a backup Silver Microphone Award trophy. The name is blank. Get them to engrave Zhāng Yě's name on it as fast as possible. Then, go and retrieve it yourself. The faster, the better! "
"Alright!"
"Understood!"
The two of them went out. One went to make the call, while the other went to get the certificate.
The female staff first asked the station for Yixuan's number. Then, she hurriedly called, "Hello, I'm from the Beijing Television Station … Right, we have a situation here. May I know if there are any more Silver Microphone Awards trophies … Yes? That's great, that's great. Please help us make a new name. There's one here that's broken … Right … Thank you so much. Please do it quickly, or you won't make it in time … Good … Name? His name is Zhāng … "In her hurry, she had forgotten the name the old comrade had instructed her. She said into the phone," Wait! "
The youth had already retrieved the certificate and was about to fill it in.
The female staff immediately asked, "Little Chen, what's that person's name again?"
"Uh, he's from the Beijing Radio Station. I think it's Zhāng … Yě?" The youth was also unsure. He was too embarrassed to ask Uncle Ping again. He was afraid of being scolded, so he quickly took out his cellphone to search for the nomination list. "Oh, I found it. I found it. The Beijing Radio Station. It's this one. His name is Zhāng Yě!"
"That Yě?"
"See for yourself."
"Alright, I'll remember it."
Zhāng Yě and Zhāng Yě had similar pronunciations. They were both YE, but the intonation was slightly different.
The youth took a pen and wrote down the name on the online list.
The female staff also told the trophy producer, "It's Zhāng Yě … One Huo and one Hua. Right, the organization is Beijing Radio Station!"
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