Chapter 71 - You Really Think I’m a Pushover!? (2/2)

Auntie Sun also did not hold back and said, ”Deputy Station Head Jia, does he think that he can behave so lawlessly?”

At the side, a youth quickly said, ”Auntie, lower your voice; don't let people hear that.”

Auntie Sun was outraged, ”Little Jia is not around; I'm only saying a few more words. I really don't get it. What is the Station Head doing? Why is he not managing this? How can he just stay still, while watching some of these Leaders do the wrong things?”

The old editor that had led the conversation hesitated for a moment, before saying softly, ”There are no outsiders here today, and we have been old colleagues for decades. There might be some conflicts amongst our people,  but we have stayed together over all sorts of hards.h.i.+ps. Even through the friction, we are war comrades in the trenches, so let's just keep this amongst us and not spread this outside.”

”Don't worry.”

”We won't.”

”Old Zhou, you think too little of us.”

Everyone could see that he had something to say. They looked over at him in a serious manner.

Having made sure that everyone was on common ground, the old editor explained, ”Actually, Director Zhao tried very hard earlier in the meeting when he was notified of this matter. Director Zhao was in a rage and strongly disagreed about letting 'Soaring Youth' take over, but since it was already decided by the higher-ups, Director Zhao was also helpless.” Looking at Auntie Sun, he said, ”Just now, Sis Sun asked why the Station Head is not doing anything about it. I shouldn't say too much, but I've heard of some talk. I know of this from a friend from the News Channel. The other person that was nominated for the Silver Microphone Awards, Zhāng Yě... His father is an old comrade-in-arms of our Station Head.”

No wonder!

No wonder Deputy Station Head Jia had nothing to fear!

That was killing two birds with one stone? No! This was killing three birds with one stone! Fixing Zhang Ye, a.s.sisting Jia Yan, and promoting Zhāng Yě!

If Zhang Ye had been nominated, be it his literary standard or his broadcasting standard or his accomplishments, Zhang Ye would no doubt have gotten the only spot for the Silver Microphone Awards given to the Beijing Radio Station. There was no way that Zhāng Yě would have a chance at it. But now that the person in charge of the Literature Channel, Deputy Station Head Jia, had used an extremely ruthless method to trample down upon Zhang Ye, leaving Zhāng Yě as the only nominee, then was there any need to decide on who would win the Silver Microphone Award? It would definitely go to him! With this, Deputy Station Head Jia would not need to be worried about other Station Leaders accusing him of abusing his powers. From a certain viewpoint, he could be considered as following the instructions of the Station Head. Who would dare question him then?

At this moment, Jia Yan came back.

The old editor and the others saw him and they did not mention the issue again, afraid that the Leader would hear of this.

At the celebratory lunch, Jia Yan was still feeling a little down. But after he came back and disappeared for half an hour, he came back in high spirits. ”Editor Chen, my two broadcast recordings are still around, right?”

A female editor replied, ”They’re in the small room.”

”Good. Help me to prepare them; in the future, from Monday to Friday, the afternoon segment will be changed to be mine.” Jia Yan commanded, ”Hurry up; it's almost 12 P.M.!”

The female editor was unwilling, but could only go.

Zhang Ye's heart felt cold. He also felt disgusted. When he had wanted to job-hop, he initially felt sorry, as the unit and organization had groomed him well. But now, Zhang Ye's decision was firm. With such a Leader in the station, he did not want to stay here for one second longer!

Haven't you guys have gone too far?

First, it was the Jia’s, one old and one young!

Now, even the Station Head wanted to trample on him a few times?

Zhang Ye did not know what wrong he had done. You all had offered that little amount of money and tried to buy my copyright to ”Ghost Blows Out the Light” for your own profits. When I refused, you removed me from my program. That's fine, so I abandoned ”Late-night Ghost Stories”. Then, I worked hard on my new program. Now that the program has reached the summit and set a trail of outstanding results for the station, you all f***ing coming at me again? And you even want to compress and repress my segment? You’re even resorting to such underhand means to not let me get the Silver Microphone Awards nomination! Just to let Deputy Station Head Jia's relative step over me to gain his place? Just because of helping the Station Head's old war comrade's son win the Silver Microphone Award?

I've worked so hard to fight for such a result for the station and even helped a program from Beijing Radio Station break a record previously set by the Central Radio Station! And in the end? In the end, this is what I get?

F*** your grandpa!

Do you take me, Zhang Ye, to be a pushover?

Beside him, a youth about the age of Zhang Ye advised in whispers, ”Forget it, Teacher Zhang. You can't beat them. Just endure it. The station has purposely dragged to Friday before announcing the resumption of your segment, so as to stop your Silver Microphone Award nomination. Without an anchor position, you cannot be given the nomination, no matter who recommends you.” He added on casually, ”That is, unless one of the five judges for the Silver Microphone Awards give one of their additional nomination spots to you directly. Every year, there are three other additional nominations for the Golden Microphone Awards, while there are two for the Silver Microphone Awards. Only these spots do not need to gain the nomination through the stations, and can be put on the list of nominees through an exception.”

Additional?

There were additional spots?

Zhang Ye's mind began churning. He recalled that Zhang Yuanqi was one of the judges this time!

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