I’m Really a Superstar

It's dark.

It was ten o'clock in the evening.

Many people were off work, and Zhang Ye went to the recording room to work overtime alone. During the day, the recording room was not scheduled, and the live broadcast of "Talking about the World" was delayed for a long time at night, so his own column was delayed until this time to be recorded. The several pre-recorded episodes were used up on weekends, and he had to be in one and a half. Tonight’s issue of "Ghost Blowing Lantern" will be produced within hours. Time is tight.

"The Mojin school lieutenants work. Whenever they dig the tomb, they have to be in the corner... eh!"

"Whenever a large tomb is excavated, a candle should be lit in the burial ground and placed in the southeast corner."

"If the candle in the southeast corner goes out, you must put the treasure you got back in place, kowtow three heads respectfully, and return it the same way."

The recording this time was different. It was a bit stumbled, and Zhang Ye was also bitter in his heart. He thought that there would be such a day, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. It is true that he had deliberately recited this book during his studies because of his training, but that was only the front. No matter how good his memory is, he could not recite the hundreds of thousands of words in "Ghost Blowing Lantern". He only remembered the front. One point, here comes the problem. Now that the point of recitation power has been used up, he will soon enter a place where he does not have much memory. Although Zhang Ye knows the plot and even many details are clear, it is not after all. The original version is out, and many of them have to be created by themselves, and the text and literature have to be greatly reduced. He still knows this. Obviously, this will definitely affect the listening rate to a certain extent.

Pause, delete paragraphs, and re-record.

It took a long time to finish it before twelve o'clock.

This issue is fooled, but I don’t know what to do in the next issue. Alas, if there is a problem with the quality, if the listening rate drops too much, what can I do?

After work, Zhang Ye lay down on the corridor window and smoked a cigarette. Smoking is forbidden in his work unit. No one will stay overnight, so it doesn't matter.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Zhang Ye asked who was in the middle of the night, picking up, "Hello?"

On the opposite side was a male voice, "Hello, is this Mr. Zhang? I am Jinghua's Ji..."

Before he could finish, Zhang Ye thought it was a scam to harass the phone, and said: "I don't care if you are from Jinghua or Shuanghui. Don't say that I won the prize. I have won the prize forty-seven times this year. Three BMWs and two Mercedes-Benz have a prize of 12.23 million. Don’t say that my daughter was kidnapped. Then you have to get tired. First find a wife for me, let alone sell ham, To tell you the truth, I only have one piece of five in my pocket. If I were you, I would just hang up the phone, or after five minutes, even if your mouth was worn out, you would use your best efforts to fudge the piece of five in my pocket and buy you. For his ham sausage, the commission is not enough for you to pay the phone bill." Zhang Ye is very experienced in dealing with this kind of phone scams and sales. "Okay, let's talk now."

Usually when you meet someone like Zhang Ye, the other party will hang up.

But the man over there didn't, and he was speechless: "I'm not selling Jinghua ham, Khan, I'm a reporter from the Jinghua Times, is it Mr. Zhang Ye?"

Zhang Ye said, "Reporter? Hey, I made a mistake and made a mistake. I thought it was a fraud."

The man said: "It's okay. I found your phone number through a friend on the radio, mainly for one thing. I also listened to today's "Speaking of the World". Our editorial department is particularly interested in your two poems. This event will be published in the newspaper tomorrow, so I will say hello to you first, and I want to ask about the name of the second poem because you didn’t mention it on the radio."

Zhang Ye, think about it, "The second song is called "A Generation"."

The reporter wondered: ""A Generation"? Why does this title feel inappropriate?"

The title of "A Generation" is actually quite clear. It is the thinking and persistence of the original author Gu Cheng in that era and society. The original meaning of the poem Zhang Ye told the female college student was not the direction of the title. It has profound meaning, but Zhang Ye still respects the original work. Using the wisdom of his predecessors, how can he change the name of his poem. Literary youth, speaking of it, this kind of people are squeezed out and boiled, and what's left in their bones is actually so stubborn. Zhang Ye himself is no exception. He is very principled.

What about inappropriate? He also knows that the poem's name is different from what he expressed tonight, but this is a classic masterpiece of his world's great poet. The classics need to be respected. Zhang Ye asked himself, even if the original author can't see it, no matter what it is. For this reason, can we do things that violate the principles? Can things that violate morality? The answer is obvious...hehe, of course you can do it!

Zhang Ye said, "You can post as long as you think it is appropriate. As long as you can report it, it's okay to change me at will. It's okay to add a poetry name with fantasy elements for the sake of sales!" He is very principled, sometimes not. in principle! This is the Beijing Times! It's not a concept at all from the small newspaper that published "Ghost Blowing Lantern" last time!

The reporter almost vomited blood when he heard the words. He just made a point casually. He didn't expect that Zhang Ye's servant would have no bottom line. A modern poet, an art practitioner who can write these classic verses, unexpectedly asked others to change the title casually. first name? Your sister, do you have any ethics as a literati? Where is a literati like you! The reporter couldn't laugh or cry, coughing and saying, "That's not what it meant, and it's not asking you to change the name of the poem. Let's call it "A Generation". We dare not call the shots of your poem."

"Let's do it." Zhang Ye is unreasonable.

After a few sentences, the phone hung up briefly.

One advantage of Zhang Ye is that he never has stage fright. He couldn't stand his excitement when his mobile phone was broken. Be famous again! One step further away from your goal! By the way, let's see how much prestige is, he opens the game interface!

Total reputation: 95344.

what? Why is there so much?

Zhang Ye was taken aback, and only used up his prestige on Saturday morning. According to the prestige accumulation of "Ghost Blowing Lantern", there are about 20,000 people who will increase his prestige every day. After two days on weekends, it will be more than 40,000. All the slight increase in the holiday listening rate did not exceed 50,000. In short, today’s "Speaking the World" live broadcast brought him more than 50,000 prestige points? It really deserves to be the No. 1 column in the art broadcast! The audience base is different! Of course, most of it can be attributed to Zhang Ye's outstanding performance. The two poems are very accurate, and they must have conquered many listeners!