I’m Really a Superstar

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A week later.

Zhang Ye was forcibly given a vacation by a deputy director of Literary Frequency. The leader ordered him to take two days off in a state of laughter and laughter and refused to let him go to work. Why? Because Zhang Ye has been working hard this week, making appointments to record in the recording studio during the day first. If the appointment can't last too long, he will make an appointment at night. He makes an appointment with the relevant person in charge to work overtime and record the key, which is enough to complete "Ghost". He has recorded more than fifty episodes of "Blow Out the Lamp". Including the previous episodes, he has completed the recording of more than sixty episodes, and the recording is about to end.

In the meantime, each episode of the program that was broadcast on time also brought a total of 200,000 reputation points to Zhang Ye. In addition, the click-through rates of several poems that were circulated on the Internet continued to contribute to the reputation value, which added up to about three Zhang Ye bought "Memory Search Capsules" for about 100,000 yuan. There are three capsules in total, which have allowed Zhang Ye to consolidate all the words of "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" in his memory without missing a word. Naturally, there are no obstacles in recording. , it was still completely unscripted. Within seven days, colleagues in the station had become accustomed to the existence of this "****".

From shock to surprise, from surprise to surprise, from surprise to numbness!

Eventually, everyone became accustomed to Zhang Ye's amazing performance!

There are still a few issues left to finish recording. In Zhang Ye's original world, after "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" became a hit, some radio stations recorded broadcasts of this novel. Those were four to five hundred issues. Why did he only record less than one hundred issues? Are you almost done recording? The reason is that the ghost story program in the previous world was called Midnight Surprise. It was a half-hour program. In the novel, it means more than twenty minutes, or even less than that. But in this world, "Late Night Ghost Stories" is a hour program, and Zhang Ye speaks much faster than the average person, so the number of episodes will naturally be shortened.

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Get up early.

Zhang Ye brushed his teeth and washed. Seven days of continuous overtime work and disrupted work and rest schedules made him not in a very good state of mind. He yawned even after smoking a cigarette to cheer him up.

Ordinarily there is no need to be so desperate.

But why does Zhang Ye work so hard? There are four reasons.

First, he must be worthy of the leadership’s attention!

Second, he must be worthy of the love of the audience!

Third, if you finish recording the program early, you can get the bonus early!

As for the fourth point...well, the fourth point is that the first and second points are actually not important at all!

I checked the salary and bonus just paid yesterday with online banking.

Zhang Ye had spent a lot of time to revitalize himself, and after thinking that he hadn't gone home for a long time, he went downstairs, got on the subway, and rushed home.

My parents live in Caishikou, a community that is neither new nor old.

As soon as Zhang Ye walked downstairs to his house, he met several old neighbors.

"Hey, isn't this Xiaoye? He's back? I haven't seen you for a long time." Da Niang said.

Zhang Ye greeted: "Good morning, Aunt Zhou. I moved out and lived on my own a month ago. I have been busy with work recently and haven't come back."

"I heard from your parents that you went to work at a radio station?" Another old man shook his cattail leaf fan and said, "That's a good place. People who eat public food should work hard."

"Yes, for sure." Zhang Ye chatted for a few words before going upstairs.

I pressed the doorbell, and it was my mother who opened the door. She looked unhappy, "It's been a month, and you still know how to go home?"

Zhang Ye looked at it and said with a smile: "Don't I want to come back after achieving something successful? Where is my dad? He has rested today, right?"

"He? He's reading the newspaper." The mother kicked the slippers to her son.

Zhang Ye bent over and put it on, and when he entered the living room, he saw his father holding the Beijing Times on the sofa. "Dad, I'm back. Are you and my mother okay?"

Dad never talks much, "Everything is fine, how is your work?"

Zhang Ye was very pretty, "It's not bad, this month's salary has been paid, plus a bonus of 18,000."

"What?" My mother pricked up her ears at that time and said, "Is there so many? Aren't you still in the probation period? You haven't even got a business establishment yet, right?"

Zhang Ye said with a smile: "The salary is not much, but the bonuses are large. There is a contribution reward of 5,000 yuan, and a performance reward of 8,000 yuan. It is so much after including salary and subsidies."

"My son can do it." The mother smiled happily, "I said my son must have a future!"

Dad said primly: "Don't be proud, this achievement is nothing."

My mother winked at Zhang Ye and said, "Listen to your dad. He listens to your program on the radio every day and night. Sometimes he wakes me up in the middle of the night and he refuses when I ask him to keep his voice down." I agreed. He also listened to the program where you saved a girl with modern poetry. He kept praising your level of modern poetry and even wrote down a few of your poems. Ha, I didn’t listen to those poems anyway. Understand."

Dad's face changed, "You're the only one who talks a lot, aren't you?"

Mom hummed, "I'm just telling the truth. Why are you staring at me? Are you the only one with big eyes?"

Zhang Ye chuckled. The approval of his family was the greatest encouragement to him, and said, "It's almost noon. Dad, Mom, we won't be cooking today. Let's go out to eat. I finally earned my first one." For my monthly salary, I’ll definitely treat you two to a meal, let’s go!”

The mother said happily: "Okay, I will also eat my son."

Dad was reluctant to go at first because he was afraid of spending too much money and the conditions at home were not that good. But Zhang Ye and his mother kept pulling him, and finally his father also changed his clothes.

downstairs.

Mom took out her cell phone very proactively and said, "I'll check if there are any good restaurants nearby."

Zhang Ye asked: "What do you use?"

"Dianping.com, I just learned it from my colleagues." Mom manipulated the phone awkwardly.

Zhang Ye sneered and looked down on his mother and said: "You still want Dianping.com? You are too backward. What era are you in? Yours is not scientific or accurate at all. Look at mine!" Zhang Ye took out the signature he carried with him. He raised his hand and threw the pen into the air. When the pen landed, he immediately stretched out his hand in the direction of the pen tip and pointed diagonally across the road, "This restaurant is delicious!"

Mom: "..."

Dad said: "As a college student, can you stop being so superstitious?"

Zhang Ye said stubbornly: "Believe me, this place must be delicious. I didn't make a mistake by throwing this thing away. Otherwise, how could you think I got such a high score in the college entrance examination English?"

The restaurant is not small and there are many people there.

The family of three entered and were led to a table at the back by the waiter.

The waitress said politely: "What would you three like to eat?"

My mother said casually: "Son, you order the food. Don't order anything too expensive. It's not necessary."

Zhang Ye hummed, "Twenty thousand, he is a rich man now, why keep so much money?" Isn't that just for consumption? Besides, he is now somewhat of a public figure and needs to save face, so he said in a loud voice: "What is the most expensive dish here?"

The waitress asked in surprise: "The most expensive one?"

Zhang Ye nodded, "Yes, you can say it with confidence!"

The waitress said, "Squirrel mandarin fish is relatively expensive. Looking at the portion, it's usually two to three hundred per fish after processing. By the way, we also have abalone here. One portion is one hundred and two hundred. How many portions do you want?"

Zhang Ye snapped his fingers and said, "Very good, very good, give me...a plate of kung pao chicken, a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork and three bowls of rice, that's it!"

The waitress almost vomited blood and said for a long time, "Don't you want it?"

As soon as the waiter left, my mother said in embarrassment: "I don't want you to ask questions!"

Zhang Ye coughed and said, "I didn't expect it to be so expensive. What, didn't you say you shouldn't order anything too expensive? We still have to make a living, so that's enough."

My mother said angrily: "You are too stingy!"

Dad interjected, "I didn't learn that from you. You two were born with money in mind!"

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