I’m Really a Superstar

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Friday.

In the morning, it was cloudless.

Today is the day when the Golden Microphone Awards are broadcast live. Countless people crowded outside the Beijing TV Grand Theater, holding tickets and waiting to queue up to enter.

As soon as Zhang Ye arrived, he met his colleagues.

"Xiao Zhang, here!" Sister Zhou waved to the team.

"Sister Zhou? Aunt Sun?" Zhang Ye blinked and walked up.

Aunt Sun asked him to jump in line, which is called Jia San'er in Beijing dialect, "Come here quickly, there is no need to queue behind."

Zhang Ye didn't think there was anything wrong with jumping in line, because he was nominated and didn't have to queue at all. He could just show his work permit and ask, "Why are you all here?" He really didn't know that there were so many people here, because Zhang Ye didn't know that there were so many people here these days. Ye didn't go to work at all. He was withdrawn from "Late Night Ghost Stories" and "Storytelling Club" was also suspended. He had no work at all. Zhao Guozhou also considered Zhang Ye's mood and made an exception to give him a few days off. .

"The tickets are given by the work unit. There are many seats in the auditorium here. Most of my colleagues are here. Look, Tian Bin and his wife are right at the front. Do you see it? There is also Teacher Xiaomei at the security check. We arrived early and have already entered the venue, but we arrived late." Sister Zhou said with a smile.

Aunt Sun comforted her and said, "Xiao Zhang, just stay relaxed today and don't think about anything else."

Sister Zhou also cheered him up and said, "Yes, it doesn't matter if you can't get it this time. There will be opportunities in the future. Let's just watch the excitement this time."

Zhang Ye said what he meant: "I understand."

"Okay then, let's go." It was their turn for security check.

Throwing the lighter into the trash can, Zhang Ye passed the security check and followed them in.

This is the largest venue owned by Beijing TV Station. It can accommodate thousands of people. The seats in Zhang Ye's unit are all concentrated on the right side of the front row. It is very good. Who makes their station and Beijing TV Station belong to the same company? This is In their territory, they will naturally be given priority treatment, and their position is much better than that of invited participants from other provincial and municipal radio and television stations. This is the home field advantage.

"Teacher Xiao Zhang is here?"

"Sister Zhou, you are too slow."

"Xiao Chen Xiaoxu,

Did you come so early? "

The tickets of their literary and art broadcast colleagues were all next to each other, so naturally they all sat together. Some came by themselves, some came with their spouses, and some with their children.

After greeting each other, everyone sat down.

In front is the seating area for the Beijing Radio News Channel. Zhang Ye is sitting in the first row. It is obviously convenient for him to go on stage to receive the award at that time. He is already ready. At this time, after being reminded, he also turned around and saw that he was three meters away. Zhang Ye, who was at the back of the row, smiled and raised his hand to attract the other person's attention, "Zhang Ye." He was the same age as Zhang Ye, but he entered the stage half a year earlier than Zhang Ye. He didn't use the title of "teacher" either. say.

Zhang Ye looked over and said, "Huh?"

Zhang Ye said with a smile: "Why didn't you sit in the front? We are the only ones nominated this time." This was not a big deal, but it made people feel uncomfortable.

Everyone knows that Teacher Zhang Ye did not take the first row of nomination seats because he knew that he would not be able to win the award. Which pot are you not talking about? Isn’t this intentional?

Zhang Ye said coldly: "No need."

"Oh, then do whatever you want." Zhang Ye turned around.

Jia Yan also arrived at this time, but with the seat ticket in his hand, he did not go to the literary frequency area, but went to the news frequency area.

"Zhang Ye."

"Ha, Yan Zi."

"The traffic jam on the road is really annoying."

"Come and sit, there's room for you."

Jia Yan and Zhang Ye were next to each other, and they talked happily as if there was no one else around. Ever since Zhang Ye's incident broke out, even though Jia Yan got the show, he lost his support because of the disgusting tactics of the station leaders. He has been squeezed out of the circle by many people in the literary and artistic circles. Jia Yan simply did not ask for trouble, and became a literary and artistic person. His colleagues at Frequency looked down on him, and he also looked down on that group of people. Anyway, with Deputy Director Jia sitting on top, he didn't care about anyone.

Once upon a time, when Jia Yan first came, everyone was very polite and friendly to him. After all, he was a relative of the leader. Zhang Ye was marginalized for a while. But now, the situation is just the opposite. The reason is a matter of degree. Some methods are really hurtful. This time it was Zhang Ye. Next time, will someone else from their literary frequency make way for Jia Yan? Forced to death by the leader? This matter cannot help but make everyone think so!

Sister Zhou said to Zhang Ye: "Ignore them."

"People who have no ability can't dance for long." Xiaofang also said bitterly.

An old editor sighed and said, "Oh, now the company is getting more and more chaotic."

This year the silver microphone on the stage must be Zhang Ye. There is no need to ask next year. It is clearly reserved by Jia Yan. What can Zhang Ye do if he has the ability? You can only submit to others - of course, these are everyone else's thoughts and judgments, not Zhang Ye's. Zhang Ye hasn't given up yet!

compromise?

yield?

Tolerance?

This is not his style at all!

Only by getting the silver microphone can he further develop in the TV station, but what should he do to get this award that he must win? Zhang Ye didn't know that he really had no choice at the moment. How could he find Zhang Yuanqi? Impossible, the Queen of Heaven will not have any way to do this. The selection is by majority. Only three or more votes among the five judges will be effective. Except for the new judge Zhang Yuanqi, the other judges are all relatively Respecting the rules means that it is impossible for anyone to vote for Zhang Ye. There is no point in Zhang Yuanqi fighting for Zhang Ye alone. Besides, Zhang Ye has already used the favor, and he will not ask Zhang Yuanqi again.

Nothing can be done!

There is no way out and no way back!

Zhang Ye had to admit that he was really cornered at this time, but even in a desperate situation he had to find a way out. He couldn't swallow this fire!

Conventional methods were definitely not enough. Zhang Ye opened the interface of the game ring one by one, trying to find an unconventional breakthrough. "Storytelling for Old and Young" has been off the air these days. The only source of his reputation is the exposure of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", and that's it, so he doesn't have much reputation. If he wins a lottery...

Eh! Almost forgot!

There seem to be some useless items in the inventory!

Zhang Ye suddenly remembered. He opened the game inventory and flipped through it. Sure enough, there was a shiny prop displayed inside - lucky bread! He got this from the lottery a few days ago. He ate the charm fruit he got after adding more money on the spot, but he had forgotten this item long ago!

Try it!

Even a dead horse has to be treated as a living horse doctor!

The Silver Microphone Award was announced immediately, and Zhang Ye had no choice but to take a gamble!

Taking the lucky bread out of the inventory, he picked up the Ice Kingdom mineral water in his hand - the world's famous mineral water brand. He pretended to drink the water, but actually ate the lucky bread in disguise. Others cannot see the items given out in the game ring or lottery, but Zhang Ye's actions can be seen by others. If they see him grabbing the air with his bare hands and stuffing it into his mouth, and then chewing it, it would be weird for everyone to think that he is crazy. , of course you have to do some cover-up actions. Gulu, the last bite of bread is eaten!

Lucky Bread takes effect!

Player luck value increases!

The countdown begins in five minutes!

…

same moment.

There are three backstage rest areas, including the inner hall.

Four or five staff members are sorting out the trophies and award certificates to be awarded today. Yesterday, the selection results actually came out. The trophies and certificates have all been made. There are gold microphones and silver microphones. They are arranged densely. table. The door is locked. This is a strictly confidential process, but in fact, it is just that. This kind of thing cannot be kept secret. Anyone in the circle knows who wins and who loses. Besides, it is not an election for the president. Not so strict.

"Name——Liu Feng."

"Here it is."

"Okay, put this in front, the certificate also corresponds, don't make a mistake."

"Don't worry, you can't go wrong."

"Zhang Ye, this is the prize for the silver microphone. Please hold it in front of me and hand it over later."

"Okay, ready to come out."

But when several staff members were preparing the order of the list, without any warning, a female employee accidentally touched an award certificate, slap, the certificate was rubbed, and someone put it on the table. The mineral water bottle was knocked over. The bottle had a lid, but it was only half-hidden. The water suddenly spilled onto the award certificate below, very suddenly!

"Ah!" The female employee hurriedly wiped the certificate with her sleeve.

"Don't wipe it!" an old comrade next to him warned, but it was still too late.

With this wipe, the open piece of paper on the certificate was immediately blurred, and no words could be read clearly.

A young man hurried up to help, and quickly wiped the water off the table to prevent other certificates from being affected. However, the floor was a tile floor, and it was very smooth when the water was spilled. The young man accidentally mixed garlic under his feet, although he did not fall. He fell down, but his hand supported the table to maintain balance, and accidentally hit the trophy corresponding to the certificate just now. The trophy fell to the ground with a click as several people watched in horror!

The trophy was shattered!

The texture of the silver microphone trophy is different from that of the gold microphone. It is said to be a silver microphone, but it is actually a material similar to crystal. Since it is in the shape of a long microphone, the hardness of the crystal is not much higher than that of glass. As a result, it fell apart and fell to pieces. I don’t even know my mother anymore!

"ah!"

"It's broken, it's broken!"

"What are you doing! So careless?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would happen like this!"

Everyone was in a hurry. After tinkering for a while, they had no choice but to look at the mess on the ground!

"Uncle Ping, what should we do? The silver microphone awards will be given out in one hour!" The female employees were so anxious that they failed to complete such a simple task!

In the morning, the Silver Microphone awards awards first. Since it is not broadcast live, it can be regarded as a warm-up for the Golden Microphone. After the Silver Microphone awards, the Golden Microphone will be broadcast live on TV. Time is indeed running out, and the Silver Microphone awards cannot be included. Behind the golden microphone, there has never been such a precedent!

The oldest staff member gritted his teeth and said, "Don't panic, we can still make it. The certificate is easy to find. There are also ready-made blank certificates. Just fill it out again. The judges must have the official seal. Xiao Chen, you go find a judge." Seal, Xiao Wang, I also give you a task. You call Yixuan immediately. This trophy is customized by their company. There must be a spare silver microphone trophy. The name is empty. You ask them to use the fastest one. Carve Zhang Ye’s name on it as fast as possible, and then go and pick it up in person, the faster, the better!”

"good!"

"clear!"

The two people went out, one to make a phone call and the other to get the certificate.

The female employee first went to the station to ask for Yixuan's phone number, and then hurriedly called, "Hey, I'm from Beijing TV Station... Yes, we have something going on here. Do you still have the silver microphone trophy... Yes? ? Great, great, please help us re-name it, one here is broken... Yes... Thank you so much, please try to hurry up, or you can't make it in time... Okay... Name? The name is Zhang..." When she got anxious, she forgot her name as soon as the old comrade told her, and said to the phone: "Wait a minute!"

The young man has already taken the certificate and is about to fill it out.

The female employee immediately asked: "Xiao Chen, what is that person's name?"

"Uh, the unit is from Beijing Radio, it seems to be Zhang... Ye?" The young man was not sure, and he was too embarrassed to ask Uncle Ping again for fear of being scolded, so he quickly turned on his mobile phone and searched for this time's nomination list, " Oh, I found it, I found it, the Beijing Radio Station, it’s this one—named Zhang Ye!”

"That Ye?"

"look by youself."

"Okay, I've written it down."

Zhang Ye and Zhang Ye both have similar pronunciation, YE, but their tones are slightly different.

The young man took a signature pen and wrote down the names on the online list.

The female employee also told the producer of the trophy, "It's Zhang Ye...one is popular and the other is brilliant, yes, the unit is Beijing People's Broadcasting Company!"

The trophy was shattered!

The texture of the silver microphone trophy is different from that of the gold microphone. It is said to be a silver microphone, but it is actually a material similar to crystal. Since it is in the shape of a long microphone, the hardness of the crystal is not much higher than that of glass. As a result, it fell apart and fell to pieces. I don’t even know my mother anymore!

"ah!"

"It's broken, it's broken!"

"What are you doing! So careless?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would happen like this!"

Everyone was in a hurry. After tinkering for a while, they had no choice but to look at the mess on the ground!

"Uncle Ping, what should we do? The silver microphone awards will be given out in one hour!" The female employees were so anxious that they failed to complete such a simple task!

In the morning, the Silver Microphone awards awards first. Since it is not broadcast live, it can be regarded as a warm-up for the Golden Microphone. After the Silver Microphone awards, the Golden Microphone will be broadcast live on TV. Time is indeed running out, and the Silver Microphone awards cannot be included. Behind the golden microphone, there has never been such a precedent!

The oldest staff member gritted his teeth and said, "Don't panic, we can still make it. The certificate is easy to find. There are also ready-made blank certificates. Just fill it out again. The judges must have the official seal. Xiao Chen, you go find a judge." Seal, Xiao Wang, I also give you a task. You call Yixuan immediately. This trophy is customized by their company. There must be a spare silver microphone trophy. The name is empty. You ask them to use the fastest one. Carve Zhang Ye’s name on it as fast as possible, and then go and pick it up in person, the faster, the better!”

"good!"

"clear!"

The two people went out, one to make a phone call and the other to get the certificate.

The female employee first went to the station to ask for Yixuan's phone number, and then hurriedly called, "Hey, I'm from Beijing TV Station... Yes, we have something going on here. Do you still have the silver microphone trophy... Yes? ? Great, great, please help us re-name it, one here is broken... Yes... Thank you so much, please try to hurry up, or you can't make it in time... Okay... Name? The name is Zhang..." When she got anxious, she forgot her name as soon as the old comrade told her, and said to the phone: "Wait a minute!"

The young man has already taken the certificate and is about to fill it out.

The female employee immediately asked: "Xiao Chen, what is that person's name?"

"Uh, the unit is from Beijing Radio, it seems to be Zhang... Ye?" The young man was not sure, and he was too embarrassed to ask Uncle Ping again for fear of being scolded, so he quickly turned on his mobile phone and searched for this time's nomination list, " Oh, I found it, I found it, the Beijing Radio Station, it’s this one—named Zhang Ye!”

"That Ye?"

"look by youself."

"Okay, I've written it down."

Zhang Ye and Zhang Ye both have similar pronunciation, YE, but their tones are slightly different.

The young man took a signature pen and wrote down the names on the online list.

The female employee also told the trophy producer, "It's Zhang Ye...one is famous and the other is brilliant. Yes, the company is Beijing People's Broadcasting Company."