It was the weekend.
The promotions for King of Masked Singers were already on track.
Topics such as heavyweight big names joining the show, a new variety show that revolutionized the singing genre, came one after another, whetting the appetite of the netizens even higher!
"Who's joining the show?"
"When is it going to be broadcast?"
"Hurry up and record it!"
"I can't wait any longer!"
"Does Zhang Ye really not know how to host?"
"Will any of the A-list celebrities take part?"
"Don't keep us in suspense!"
"King of Masked Singers? That's a name that makes people's imaginations run wild! "
"Are they really going to let famous singers compete on the same stage? They're going to decide who will win and who will lose? "
"Damn, this is too ruthless!"
"Isn't Beijing TV playing a little too big this time?"
"It's a little big indeed! But I'm really looking forward to it! "
"Yeah, I really want to see it! Chen Guang versus Fan Wenli? A Heavenly King versus a Heavenly Queen? Will there be such a scene? I can't even bear the thought of it! Hurry up and broadcast it! "
"The key to the fun is that everyone will be masked, so you won't know who's behind the mask!"
King of Masked Singers' program system and the name of the show were gradually coming to light. The show had not yet been broadcast and was even in the production stage, but the topic of the show was even more popular than the countless variety shows that were currently being broadcast on TV! It was even more than that! This was something that was normally impossible to see in the industry! When many of the industry peers saw this, they could only shake their heads and smile bitterly.
Envy?
There was no point in being envious!
It was their fault for being so creative!
...
Dragon Television.
"If I had known this would happen, I would have invited Zhang Ye!"
"Yeah, this show is really amazing!"
"I knew it would be a hit the moment I heard it!"
"How can it be that easy to invite Zhang Ye?"
"That's right. They have a good relationship with Beijing Television Station and it's an old relationship. That's why they helped them with the program planning."
...
Zhejiang Television.
"Is Zhang Ye willing to stay behind the scenes?"
"Who knows?"
"He's not going to do such a good show and is handing it over to Beijing TV just like that?"
"He can't do it even if he wants to. The attitude of the higher-ups is still uncertain. That air pollution documentary has brought him a lot of popularity and reputation, but it has also cut off his path."
"Hai, if only we could have gotten this show!"
"King of Masked Singers? Only someone as daring as Zhang Ye would dare to think of such a program! "
…
There was a heated discussion on the Internet.
The industry was in heated discussion.
At home, Zhang Ye had nothing to do. His detailed proposal had already been completed, so he basically did not need to participate in the rest of the matters. Yesterday, Hu Fei had wanted to tell Zhang Ye who would be joining the masked singers this time, but Zhang Ye rejected him. He had not even heard about it, nor did he want to know. He did not want to be under too much pressure and be distracted. If he knew who his competitors were, he might end up letting his imagination run wild, so he might as well not know.
In the morning.
Old Rao called.
"Little Zhang, come and take care of the child."
"Where are you going?"
"Filling teeth, hiss."
"Do you have a toothache?"
"It's been two days. Stop talking nonsense and come quickly."
"I'm still busy."
"You have nothing to do at home every day. What are you busy with?"
"Can't I watch a movie? Why don't you let my Junior Sister do it? "
"You mean that hothead? She dared to risk her life just because two windows were smashed. She jumped from such a high building just like that, so how can I be at ease leaving the child with her? "
"Alright, she's a little hothead."
"Hurry up and come."
"Alright, alright, I got it. You can go do whatever you want."
After informing his parents, Zhang Ye headed over to Old Rao's place.
By the time he arrived, Rao Aimin had already left. For some reason, Yang Shu was also at Rao Aimin's place. She was practicing her martial arts alone in the living room on the first floor, humming and dancing with joy!
When she saw Zhang Ye, Yang Shu quickly stopped practicing and took a deep breath. Then she said respectfully, "Senior Bro."
Zhang Ye gave a wry smile. "Don't be so polite. I already told you to just call me by my name."
Yang Shu nodded. "Alright, Senior Bro. Lend me some money then."
Ah?
Borrow money again?
Zhang Ye said nervously, "Then you should be more polite."
Yang Shu was speechless.
"You don't have any more money?"
Yang Shu nodded. "I haven't found a job yet."
Zhang Ye said with a headache, "You can't just stay at home every day. What do you want to do? Tell me about it. "
Yang Shu said, "I just want to carry forward the Taiji Fist and bring honor to my ancestors."
Zhang Ye asked, "How do we promote it?"
Yang Shu said, "I don't know. I'll listen to Senior Bro."
Why are you listening to me!
This bro doesn't have that kind of dream!
However, Zhang Ye only had one junior sister, so he could not ignore her. He casually took out all the cash from his wallet. It was a total of more than 3000 and he gave it all to her.
Yang Shu did not stand on ceremony with Zhang Ye and really treated him like family. She took it and put it away. "Thank you, Senior Bro."
At this moment, Chenchen came down from upstairs.
Zhang Ye looked up. "Are you upstairs?"
Chenchen glanced at him, "Zhang Ye, help me with my homework."
Zhang Ye curled his lips. "I don't care."
When Yang Shu heard that, she also said, "Senior Bro, teach me Taiji Fist."
Zhang Ye said in a speechless manner, "We'll talk about it later."
Chenchen said, "Zhang Ye, do my homework for me!"
Yang Shu said, "Senior Bro, teach me a few fist techniques!"
The two of them were shouting back and forth, giving Zhang Ye a headache.
The phone suddenly rang.
It was the second cell phone that rang!
"Alright, alright, be quiet!" Zhang Ye said impatiently, "I'm going to take this call. You guys can talk in a bit. Do you think it's easy for me to do this day after day?!"
Zhang Ye walked some distance away and answered the call.
It was the same female voice on the other end.
Han Qi said cautiously, "Hello, Teacher. I'm Han Qi from the King of Masked Singers program team. You can just call me Little Han. I'll be your contact from now on. If you need anything, you can look for me at any time."
Zhang Ye pinched his throat and said, "OK."
Han Qi said, "Welcome aboard. Also … the rules of our show state that everyone must prepare a mask. What kind of mask would you like to design? And what should the name of the contestant be? We will prepare a mask for you based on your request. "
Zhang Ye blinked. "Let me think about it."
Han Qi said, "Alright, then contact me at any time after you've thought it through."
Zhang Ye said, "OK."
After hanging up, Zhang Ye fell into deep thought.
A mask?
The name of the contestant?
This was too important. He had to make sure of it!
What should he use?
What should he call it?
Zhang Ye couldn't think of anything, so he waved his hand and called Yang Shu and Chenchen over. "I'll give you two a mission. Think about something for me. Well, if I were to label you, what's your impression of me?"
Chenchen chuckled. "Idiot!"
Zhang Ye stared at her. "Did I beat you up?"
Chenchen looked at him. "But you're an idiot."
Zhang Ye harrumphed. "Speak properly. I'll help you with your homework later!"
When Chenchen heard that, she immediately corrected herself and said, "Hero!"
Idiot?
Hero?
You f * cking changed too fast!
Are you fake or what?!
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes and looked at Yang Shu. "Junior Sis?"
Yang Shu thought for a long time before saying, "A great hero should be for the country and its people. I think you are one."
His junior sis's words made Zhang Ye feel a little embarrassed!
Hero?
He didn't dare to call himself that.
Zhang Ye's evaluation of himself had never been very high. He didn't think of himself as a hero, nor did he feel that he had anything to do with the word "hero." He was just an artist who made people laugh and earned money with a clear conscience. If he was unjust, he wanted to help out. If he was forced into a corner, he would jump up and scold people. He had disrupted one industry after another. Actually, no matter where he went, he would always be hated and offended.
Otherwise?
Let's just call him "The Clown."
This world did not want him to speak!
This world did not want him to appear!
This world could not tolerate his pride!
Since that's the case, then I'll transform into "The Clown." I'll put on a battle robe, put on a mask, and change my identity to turn the world upside down!
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