It was still Zhang Ye!
The award had not changed!
Instantly, Zhāng Yě's expression was as ugly as it could be. The Station Head and Deputy Station Head Jia's expressions were similar to his. They felt like they could not vent their anger! It was clearly Zhāng Yě who was chosen! It was clearly something that had been decided long ago! Why did it become Zhang Ye's award out of nowhere?
What was going on!?
What the heck was this!?
How could such a ridiculous situation happen??
On the other side, there was another reaction!
Xiaofang screamed, "Teacher Zhang! It's really you! It's really you this time! "
Wang Xiaomei congratulated him, "Congratulations. Even if it was a mistake before, now that the jury has not changed the results, it has been confirmed for you. With the Silver Microphone Award, your future path will definitely be much easier. This is a subsidiary award of the national Golden Microphone Award. It is the highest honor and qualification for a newcomer!"
"Beautifully done!" Big Sis Zhou suddenly hammered Zhang Ye's back, "Even the Heavens are helping you!"
Only Zhang Ye knew that it was not because the Heavens had eyes, but because he had used the game ring to reverse the situation!
The Station Head immediately stood up from his seat and looked at the jury members. He did not say a word, but it was to express his displeasure!
Deputy Station Head Jia also slammed his armrest, creating a huge commotion!
The jury members ignored him. They already had a result!
Zhang Ye noticed the actions of the two Leaders. At this moment, the Station Leaders still had the same attitude towards him. They did not even want to give him any face. It was clear that they did not approve of Zhang Ye. He finally realized that no matter how hard he worked, what was the use? So what if he broke the Central Radio Station's record? So what if he was number one in listenership and frequency? So what if he had the Silver Microphone Award? The Station Head and Deputy Station Head Jia would never treat a small figure like him nicely! Whatever results Zhang Ye obtained or how much he contributed was a matter of course to them. Zhang Ye had used his own works to create a legend of listenership, and did not ask for any copyright fees from the station. They still felt that it was right. Instead, they wanted to rob Zhang Ye of his copyright without spending any money. Not giving? If not, they would threaten! Dismissal! Not nominating! Their faces were so ugly that they did not seem human!
It was all because Zhang Ye owed them. They did not remember Zhang Ye's good deeds, nor did they care about his results. That was all!
How sad! Zhang Ye's heart had long turned cold. His burning anger exploded at this moment. He had accumulated such emotions for too long and could no longer suppress them!
"Let's invite Teacher Zhang Ye onstage to receive the award." Zhang Huo said with a smile.
Zhang Ye straightened his clothes and strode over, "Thank you."
Zhang Yuanqi was wearing an evening gown today. It was purple, and almost half of her smooth back was exposed. Her fair skin was especially charming. She received the trophy from a staff member. Her lips curved into a gentle smile. Her eyes were filled with gentleness. The usual cold personality of the Heavenly Queen could not be seen at all, "Teacher Zhang, congratulations."
"Thank you, Teacher Zhang." Zhang Ye took the trophy from the Heavenly Queen's hands.
It wasn't easy to win this award, but was it over? No! It wasn't over yet!
Zhang Huo adjusted the atmosphere, "As the saying goes, good things are strewn with setbacks. Teacher Zhang is the person who has won the Silver Microphone Award for the longest time. Hur Hur." He said to the audience, "Some of you might know Teacher Zhang, while others might not be familiar with him. However, I'll say something that most of you should know. A few days ago, at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, it was this Teacher Zhang in front of you who crushed the crowd and took first place. His' Shuidiao Getou 'shocked the entire audience!"
"Oh!"
"I've heard of him!"
"So it's him?"
A small number of people were enlightened!
Zhang Huo followed his usual routine and continued introducing Zhang Ye's program. Other programs were easy to explain, as they were done with a sentence, but Zhang Ye's was a bit much. "Teacher Zhang had previously hosted and broadcast 'Late-night Ghost Stories' and 'Old and Young Story Club'. He produced 'Ghost Blows Out the Light', 'Little Bunnies Be Good', 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs', 'The Emperor's New Clothes', 'The Wizard of Oz' and other excellent works. Furthermore, they were all created by Teacher Zhang!"
"Ah?"
"He wrote 'Ghost Blows Out the Light'?"
"'Little Bunnies Be Good' was also created by him?"
"Holy sh * t. I wouldn't have known if I didn't say it, but now that I say it, I'm shocked!"
"Who is this person? How is he so awesome? "
"What's this? Did you only just understand? The most popular poem now, 'Flying Bird and Fish', was written by him. I heard that this poem had even saved a life. "
"I know this person, too. I like 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel'. This is even more domineering!"
"With these qualifications, he can even fight for the Golden Microphone Award. Why is the Silver Microphone Award so controversial just now? If he doesn't get it, who will? Are the judges blind? "
Some people had heard of him, but even more people were hearing of him for the first time.
After hearing this, many people were shocked by Zhang Ye's achievements!
Zhang Huo carried on, "I wonder what acceptance speech Teacher Zhang Ye has brought. I remember that the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet was also hosted by me. Teacher Zhang's acceptance speech could be said to be at the highest level. It was as good as his talent in writing poems." As he was his colleague, Zhang Huo also knew him. Hence, he said a few more words to ease his nervousness. Today's scene was too big. Even a senior of the broadcasting world like Zhang Huo could not hold it in.
Zhang Ye also curled his lips, "Since Teacher Zhang Huo talked about poems, then I'll also recite a poem for my acceptance speech."
Zhang Huo laughed, "Then we are in for a treat. We can listen to your new work first." After saying that, he took a few steps back and gave the stage to Zhang Ye.
Zhang Yuanqi also went down and sat in the first row to listen.
Zhang Ye touched the microphone stand in front of him, "Today, I actually don't want to say anything. I just want to use this time to thank the Station Leaders who helped me. Our Beijing Radio Station's Station Head, as well as our radio station's Deputy Station Head Jia. Without my Leader's strong support, there would not be today's Zhang Ye!"
… …
Lowering his head.
When Deputy Station Head Jia heard this, he thought to himself, "At least you know how to appreciate favors!"
However, the Station Head did not even look at Zhang Ye. From the beginning to the end, he did not think much of him!
Jia Yan grunted in his heart. He looked down on Zhang Ye. Station Head and Deputy Station Head's help? You sure know how to suck up! Now you know the importance of having a good relationship with the Leader? It's too late! You have won an award that you shouldn't have! Even if it was an accident! The Leader will not let you off. He will definitely hold a grudge against you! Zhāng Yě is someone who has connections with the Station Head! You even dared to snatch this award? It's too late to suck up now!
… …
Big Sis Zhou said, "What is Little Zhang saying?"
"This doesn't sound like something Little Zhang would say?" Auntie Sun was also wondering.
Tian Bin interjected, "Judging the situation, from a certain point of view, Little Zhang has matured."
The old editor sighed, "That's right. Hai, this is also a good opportunity to ease our relationship. Little Zhang is quite smart. He knows that he cannot have personal feelings in such an occasion."
… …
The former famous Central TV program producer, Hu Fei, was also below. He had been transferred to Beijing Television Station, so he was naturally invited for the Golden Microphone Awards.
"Old Hu, is this the newcomer you recommended?"
"Yes, he is Zhang Ye. He is a very talented young man."
"His looks are average. You want him to be your program's host or guest? I don't think it's appropriate, right? "
"I rarely misjudge people. This kind of talent is hard to come by in a hundred years. Isn't he going to recite a poem? You can listen to it and see if my evaluation is wrong. "
Hu Fei began promoting to Zhang Ye.
… …
"Sister Zhang, do you know this Zhang Ye?" A young judge in the first row whispered.
Zhang Yuanqi smiled, "No, I don't."
"Then your additional nomination was given to him?" The youth was puzzled.
Zhang Yuanqi said, "I've seen his' Meet or Not '. I think it's very good."
The young judge was enlightened, "So that's the case. This person's poems are indeed excellent. I have never seen 'Meet or Not' before, but 'Shuidiao Getou' is indeed a treasure to me."
Another old judge said, "Let's see what poem he will recite today. I also happened to hear his' A Generation '. I heard that he even got into a fight with those people from the Beijing Writers' Association?"
… …
Other than these industry insiders, the others did not look forward to it.
"Thank the Leader?"
"What's so nice about such a speech?"
"That's right. He even wrote a poem to thank the Leader? How sour! The boot-licking is too strong! "
"What can we do? We're all people from the system. If we don't thank the Leader, who should we thank?"
A large number of counterparts from other provincial radio and television stations scoffed. Some even scolded Zhang Ye for being a boot-licker!
… …
Everyone was discussing.
However, Zhang Ye was not distracted. In this not-so-quiet atmosphere, in this gathering of industry elites, Leaders, and seniors, Zhang Ye recited a poem, "This poem, I want to give to my station's Leader. I also want to give it to the Beijing Radio Station that nurtured and taught me!"
Everyone listened attentively.
Zhang Ye closed his eyes to compose himself. The first few lines of the poem had dumbfounded everyone. His opening expression was that of a lost laugh, "This is a pool of stagnant water of despair. A cool breeze cannot stir a single ripple. Why not throw in some scrap metal, and happily splash your leftovers! "
Stagnant water?
And it's even a pool of despair?
What kind of modern poem is this? Are you sure this is to thank the Leader or the unit?
Many people began to whisper to each other. Many people were still in a daze!
Zhang Ye continued, letting out a sneer, "Maybe the copper will turn green into jade, and the rust on the iron can will reveal a few peach blossoms; Then let the grease weave a layer of silk, and the mold will evaporate into clouds. Let the stagnant water ferment into a green wine, filled with pearl-like white foam; Small pearls will turn into large pearls with a laugh, and be bitten by the mosquito that steals the wine. Such a pool of stagnant water of despair, can only be praised as a little bright. If the frog can't stand the loneliness, and the stagnant water cries out a song. "
Upon saying this, Zhang Ye suddenly changed to a cold and angry expression. His voice became louder and louder, "This is a pool of stagnant water of despair! This is definitely not a place of beauty! "At the end, he added emphasis," Why not let the ugly reclaim it! Let's see what kind of world it will create!!! "
Everyone was dumbfounded!
Facing the silent, stunned crowd, Zhang Ye finished reciting the last line of the poem, threw down the microphone, and left with his trophy!
This poem was called "Stagnant Water". The author was Wen Yiduo. This world did not exist.
In Zhang Ye's world, this poem could be said to be the most famous "scolding poem" or "curse poem" in the country. This was also the characteristic of Wen Yiduo's poems. From beginning to end, there was only one central idea and theme — scolding! And this poem was even printed in the People's Education Edition's high school language textbooks! In the second year of high school, the teacher had specially requested all of them to memorize it. It was probably the same for many schools. Hence, Zhang Ye did not even need to buy a "Memory Search Capsule" to recite it clearly. This poem was too famous, and he was too familiar with it!
Scolding to his heart's content!
Scolding to his heart's content!
After holding it in for so long, Zhang Ye was finally in a good mood today. He felt great from the inside out!
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