I’m Really a Superstar

the next day.

Zhang Ye squeezed the subway to work, only to hear two men who had just gotten on the train talking not far away in the car. The content of the conversation made Zhang Ye prick up his ears.

"Lao Zhao, did you listen to "The Ghost Story of Late Night" at night?"

"Of course I did. I have to listen to the show every day before going to bed. Hey, don't you listen to the radio?"

"I don't listen to that, but my wife listens. Yesterday, I was pulled up by her forcibly to accompany her to listen to the show. You don't know who my wife is? You are very courageous. When you see a hooligan while walking at night, she will Her voice can scare hooligans away, and listening to ghost stories is also for sleeping. She has never felt afraid, but it is strange. Yesterday, a new episode of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" was broadcast, and she was startled and woke me up. Now, if I say it's scary, don't listen to it, turn it off to sleep, but she still doesn't agree, so you have to keep listening."

"Haha, yesterday's "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" was amazing. Although I wasn't frightened, I didn't sleep peacefully all night in my heart. It was really nice."

"I also heard one o'clock with my wife, which is not bad."

"I have to continue listening today. I really want to know what happened to the tombs behind."

"That host is new, right? What is Zhang Ye's name? I think he speaks well and speaks at the right pace. Those previous hosts were too slow."

The two chatted, not knowing that the Zhang Ye they were talking about was at the door a few meters away.

Zhang Ye was so relieved, this feeling was so good, he opened the game screen and glanced at his reputation, and it became 10677.

I thought that after I bought the second "lottery draw" that day, my reputation had been cleared. After only one night passed, the reputation value increased by more than 10,000. You must know that Zhang Ye has only earned less than 200,000 reputation in more than 20 years since he was born, and now he has surpassed the past one year in just one night. This rate is really too high. It seems that he There is really nothing wrong with choosing a radio station to start with. And this reputation is still slowly increasing, adding one at a time, and two at a time. It is customary for a special staff to organize the recordings and hang them on the radio frequency homepage after each episode of "Late Night Ghost Story". Obviously, those slowly growing reputations are the resources that people who did not listen to the live broadcast last night heard from the Internet one after another. Very good, and then slowly added the reputation to Zhang Ye.

Get off the train and exit the platform.

Zhang Ye first went to a small shop on the side of the road to buy cigarettes. He was not very addicted to cigarettes, and only smoked two when something good happened.

"What cigarettes do you want?" the boss asked.

Or Red River? This is the cigarette Zhang Ye often smokes, but when he thinks about how big he is now, he is also a celebrity. It seems that smoking six yuan cigarettes is not in line with his identity. A successful broadcast host, a world celebrity in the future, six One dollar cigarettes lose more face. Celebrities have to look like celebrities, and they have to show their economic strength and social image all the time.

So, Zhang Ye waved his hand, "Give me a double happiness!"

- Well, the cigarettes are six and five dollars.

...

The unit has arrived.

Many colleagues in the office area have dark circles under their eyes, and they worked overtime too late yesterday.

Zhang Ye went in. He was used to being ignored by everyone this week, so he was ready to return to his seat and start working. With his own show, he was considered a promotion. Of course, there were a lot of things to do.

"Little Zhang, are you here?"

"Mr. Zhang, good morning."

"I listened to the show, it's really awesome."

"Yeah, I went back ahead of schedule yesterday. I also listened to it with my family. I heard that it was your original work? Haven't used the manuscript yet? Thinking about it now? It's amazing!"

"Unscripted live broadcast,

Ordinary people can't. "

"Mr. Zhang is from a professional class, which is trivial."

Three or five colleagues greeted Zhang Ye with a smile, with a friendly attitude.

Zhang Ye didn't respond, Mr. Zhang? What teacher Zhang? This is... call me? Zhang Ye, who had recollected it, quickly said modestly, "Mr. Qian, Teacher Wu, Angkor, don't call me teacher. I'm still a student when I first arrived, and I have to learn more from the seniors. Just call me Xiao Zhang." A media worker, or a front-end worker, a teacher is considered an "official title", which is not too much, but Zhang Ye knows what to do. With his current qualifications, others can call him a teacher for the sake of face, but he can't accept it.

They said a few words of courtesy to each other. This was the first time Zhang Ye had such an in-depth exchange with his colleagues.

The reason was very clear. In the past, the reason why everyone ignored Zhang Ye was because he was just a DJ with a class. It's the same, Tian Bin made a mistake, Zhang Ye turned the tide at the last minute, miraculously saved a major broadcast accident, and the story was pretty good. In the end, he was temporarily asked to host the show and changed from a substitute to a starter. , the attitude of colleagues, of course, has also changed slightly.

Sophisticated?

Human affection was like this, Zhang Ye didn't take it too seriously.

Of course, there are still many people in the office area who still turn a blind eye to Zhang Ye. Some of them are due to their personalities, and some of them have jobs that do not overlap with Zhang Ye. Although everyone is in the same office area, the division of work is very different. People have a good relationship with Tian Bin.

Behind, a female clerk came up, holding a cardboard box in her hand, which was full of stacks of letters bound by rubber bands. She gave it to several broadcast hosts one by one, and finally to the corner, the female clerk. She habitually wanted to put the letter on Tian Bin's desk, but she suddenly thought about it. When she saw Tian Bin was not there, she glanced at Zhang Ye and gave it to him, "Mr. Zhang, this is "Ghost Story in the Night" There are some letters from the audience, some are for Teacher Tian, ​​and they arrived today, and some are from you, all of which were sent by the audience this morning."

Zhang Ye said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The female clerk turned and walked away.

Zhang Ye exhaled and started to unpack the letters. The eldest girl got into the sedan for the first time.

The first letter was written by a child, with crooked handwriting, very innocent: Hello Mr. Zhang, the story you told is so good, my mother told me to go to bed early and beat me up, but I still didn’t turn off the radio, I listened to it secretly in my bed, and I will listen to "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" every day from now on!

Zhang Ye smiled, thought about it, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote: I'm Zhang Ye, thank you for your letter, I'd better go to bed earlier, listen to my mother, don't stay up late, "Late Night Ghost Stories" is on the literary radio website There are resources, you can listen to the recording with the Internet. After he finished writing, he found the female clerk just now and asked her to help the small listener to reply to the letter according to the address. After sitting back, I continued to read the letter.

The second letter: Today's story is 10,000 times stronger than those rubbish ghost stories in the past. This is the supernatural novel in my heart!

The third letter: I am a taxi driver on night shift. The story of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is so good, I will always support it!

Fourth letter: This is the best supernatural novel I have ever heard! Thank you program team! Thank you Mr. Zhang! Finally, I'm not bored at night!

There were more than a dozen letters in total. Zhang Ye read them one by one, and picked out three letters and sent them back.

Then he turned on the computer and checked his mailbox. Since he took over "Late Night Ghost Story", someone had just given him the show's email account password. After logging in, he found that there were more than 80 unread emails, and these letters were not delivered. The paper letters that have come are formalized, and the spoken Internet language is more.

Liuliu59: "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is so handsome!

Edhska115: Nice, nice, nice, nice!

Qqqry: Mr. Zhang, please talk more every day. I strongly request to increase the program time. I have already introduced Ghost Blowing Lamp to many classmates and friends. I called them at night and asked them to listen. Hehe, give a like, I will later It's your fan!

Such rave reviews?

When Zhang Ye saw it, he was bubbling with beauty!

Look, look, look, this is the voice of the people!