New Year's Eve.
At his maternal grandma's house.
The sound of firecrackers could be heard outside. Every house was decorated with lanterns and streamers.
When Zhang Ye drove over, it was already evening and the sky had just turned dark.
His third sister said, "Brother, why are you here?"
"Wow, my brother is here!" His second sister also ran over.
His third aunt opened the door for him. "Little Ye, come in quickly. We were just talking about you!"
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Third Aunt."
His third aunt said, "I haven't thanked you for giving Mengmeng such a good cell phone and even bought me a set of cosmetics. Thank you, Little Ye."
Zhang Ye sighed and said, "Why are you being so polite with me?"
His mother also poked her head out from the living room and asked, "Didn't you say that you were busy today?"
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I'm all done with my work and the program has been settled. I'm just waiting for the live broadcast tomorrow, so I decided to come back to celebrate the new year since I didn't have much to do. Whoa, there's a table full of dishes? You haven't eaten yet? "
His maternal grandma said, "I'll be eating soon."
"Grandma, Grandpa, Happy New Year. Happy New Year to the two of you." Zhang Ye put down the two boxes of Brain Gold that he was carrying. This was the batch that Wu Mo had given him back then. Zhang Ye's trunk was filled with it, so it was convenient to send gifts wherever he went. There was no need to worry about not being able to bring out the gifts at the last minute.
First Uncle, First Aunt, Second Uncle, Second Aunt …
Zhang Ye greeted them one by one until his throat was dry. He sat down and drank a mouthful of tea before saying, "Has the Spring Festival Gala started?"
His eldest younger sister looked at her watch and said with a smile, "There's still half an hour left."
His third sister suddenly said, "Brother, have you seen the new statement released by the Spring Festival Gala?"
Zhang Ye was taken aback. "What statement?"
His second sister took the cell phone that Zhang Ye had given her and moved the screen closer to him. "Have a look."
"I was busy at Beijing Television today and didn't have time to check it. Let me have a look." Zhang Ye lowered his head to take a few glances and then read the netizens' comments. Only then did he understand what was going on.
It turned out that last year's Spring Festival Gala's overall audience satisfaction was not very high. There was the matter of the Korean celebrities being invited, and the fact that Zhang Yuanqi and Zhang Xia's acts had been brushed off several times, as well as the fact that the language acts were not funny. As a result, as this year's Spring Festival Gala approached, more and more people began to complain and had low expectations for this year's Spring Festival Gala. In the end, the Spring Festival Gala's production team was infuriated this afternoon. They posted on their official Weibo account, saying that there had been some people with ulterior motives slandering Central TV's Spring Festival Gala recently and that they did not rule out the possibility of using the law to defend their rights and interests.
The person with ulterior motives was clearly referring to Zhang Ye!
As a result, when this official Weibo post was released, the netizens' ridicule became even more intense!
"Are they talking about Zhang Ye?"
"How many days has it been? Why are you bringing it up again?"
"Pfft, all of you have set your sights on Zhang Ye? If everyone felt that there was a problem with the program list and felt that it was not good to watch, then it meant that it was the fault of the Spring Festival Gala production team! Why are you finding trouble with Zhang Ye? "
"Why is it that whenever something happens, Central TV always looks for Zhang Ye? Isn't he your host? "
"What does criticizing the Spring Festival Gala have to do with Zhang Ye? Didn't he just perform a joke crosstalk a few days ago?! You even want to use the law? Teacher Zhang is a lawyer himself, so who are you going to sue! Did you win against him in the previous lawsuit? Zhang Ye single-handedly annihilated the entire team of Central TV's lawyers! "
"Everyone always criticizes the Spring Festival Gala every year. It's already considered a form of entertainment, so why is it being pinned on Zhang Ye again? How many times has Teacher Zhang been implicated! "
"I've realized that Central TV is very interesting these days. If the program doesn't do well, it's Zhang Ye's fault. If the program does well, it's also Zhang Ye's fault. If someone scolds them here, then it's because of Zhang Ye. If someone criticizes them for choosing the wrong program list, then it's also Zhang Ye's fault. Pfft, why is Teacher Zhang so unlucky!"
"Fight on, fight on. His contract doesn't last long anyway."
"I've been watching Teacher Zhang and Central TV's arguments for over half a year now, but I still can't get sick of it! Haha! "
Back at home.
His second sister put down her cell phone. "Did you see that?"
Zhang Ye threw his hands up and said with a smile, "Why does it have to do with me again?"
His second uncle said, "They've already identified you as their target."
"What lousy Spring Festival Gala is this? I'm not going to watch it anymore!" His grandma harrumphed.
But Zhang Ye was amused and said, "Don't say that. I didn't intend to watch it at first, but after seeing the Spring Festival Gala production team's statement, I really have to take a good look at it today. This bro will play the role of 'someone with ulterior motives' for once!" He was still worried that he had nothing to do on Lunar New Year's Eve. Well, he had finally found something to do this time.
I was the one who led the criticism?
Alright then, this bro will lead the way until the very end!
...
At Central TV.
The venue of the Spring Festival Gala was currently bustling with activity!
"Counting down from 10 minutes!"
"It's starting!"
"Camera 3, give it another try!"
"Team 7, synchronize the lighting! What are they doing! Hurry up! "
"Where's the host? Why would he need to go to the bathroom at this time! Call him back! "
The executive director gave the orders. Xu Yipeng and the assistant directors were also in charge of one side each. They were both nervous and looking forward to today's Spring Festival Gala. They were nervous because it was a live broadcast and they couldn't afford to have any problems. They were looking forward to it because they were quite satisfied with this evening's performance and wanted to present the stage and program to the audience as soon as possible. They also wanted to let the executives see that they had completed the task assigned to them beautifully.
The hosts were already in their positions.
Chen Ye tidied up his bright red gown and was in high spirits. Today would be his first time on this wonderful stage again. Rise to the Dance's viewership ratings and reputation had plummeted in the later stages of the show, which had greatly affected his popularity. Such a large-scale talent show did not increase his popularity by much. Chen Ye had undoubtedly failed this year. He had lost to Zhang Ye by too much. But it didn't matter, because Chen Ye still had the stage of Central TV's Spring Festival Gala. This was something that he felt that Zhang Ye would never be able to compete with him in. With Zhang Ye's current relationship with Central TV, he probably wouldn't be able to get on this stage again in the future. So on this day, Chen Ye wanted to present his best side to the audience and continue consolidating his position in the industry!
They were all looking forward to the Spring Festival Gala!
...
Online.
The netizens were also getting ready.
"It's starting!"
"Let's see how it will turn out this year!"
"I'm actually quite looking forward to it."
"It's time for the flaming. It's time for the flamers to take the stage!"
"Haha, I'm here!"
"Watching the Spring Festival Gala now, flaming is even better than the Spring Festival Gala's performance!"
"Yeah, there were quite a few flamers last year. Let's see which flamer will shine this year!"
"Today is the annual stage for the flamers!"
"In position!"
"Flamer # 3 is here!"
"Flamer # 11 reporting in!"
Countless flamers were rubbing their palms and counting down in their minds!
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