Chapter 101 - One Day at the Television Station (1/2)

A few days later.

The long National Day holidays were over.

Now, Zhang Ye was already so poor you could hear his coins jingle. However, when he woke up to go downstairs to the BMW X5 in the parking lot, he felt that it was all worth it. He had obtained his driving license when he was in his fourth year in college when there weren’t many cla.s.ses. Yesterday, the car had already been brought back by Zhang Ye. After settling the procedures for his license plate, he drove with an air of dignity out of the parking lot.

4.4L!

330kW!

Turbocharged!

Its external appearance looked similar, but the inside was different. The configuration of a bulletproof X5 was completely different from a normal X5. Even if it did not compare with the ordinary X5’s low configuration, even comparing it to the X5’s high configuration, the bulletproof X5 was was better than it by a mile. It was definitely worth its price!

It was extremely cool!

People in the community raised their eyebrows. Some were envious, some twitched their mouths, and some looked at it respectfully.

When he went pa.s.sed his block, Rao Aimin happened to be throwing out the trash. Her eyes were sharp and saw the car, “Eh, Little Zhang? You bought a car?”

Zhang Ye braked and lowered the windows with a smile as he patted the steering wheel, “How about it, Landlady Auntie? This car is not bad, right? Ha, you don’t have to say. You must think this is a normal X5, right? Let me tell you that it is definitely not. It looks the same, but my car…”

Rao Aimin glanced at him, “It’s just about five million. Look at your smug look.”

Zhang Ye said, “Ah, you know this is a bulletproof car?”

Rao Aimin mocked, “You think you are the only one who can afford it? I previously drove this before. But it was not an upgraded version. I drove a normal bulletproof X5.”

Zhang Ye perspired. He had bragged to the wrong person!

Your sister! Only now did he recall that the landlady owned several residential apartments in a certain level of a certain building in his district. Just any two small apartments would already cost 5,000,000. If she had bought the larger ones, it would exceed 5,000,000. And this was just buying at a whim. Who knows if the landlady had other property and savings? Zhang Ye estimated that even if he sold another ten copyrights to “Ghost Blows Out the Light”, each selling for 6,000,000, he would not have a chance to compete with a female tyc.o.o.n like the landlady. He was far from it!

Forget it; I’ll not compete with you!

If he couldn’t compete upwards, he could compete downwards!

Zhang Ye drove to work grumpily.

En route, Zhang Ye had purposely driven slower. He drove slowly, so as to enjoy the attention from others. Actually, this was nonsense; he couldn’t drive fast even if he wanted. This was the Third Ring Road, and it was during rush hour; how could he drive fast? That must be you dreaming while driving due to fatigue! In Beijing, even if you had an Alto, you could not push it to its maximum horsepower. If you ignored your safety and sought a thrill? Then there’s no need to ask; when you take out your cellphone from your bag, there would definitely be a short message waiting for you: Hebei Mobile welcomes you!

Beijing Television Station.

Arts Channel, station logo, BTV – Arts.

In the past, Beijing’s channels were represented by numbers. For example, BTV-2 (the Arts Channel from back then) and BTV3. Now that they had been changed to text across the board, making it more convenient.

The Beijing Television Station Arts Channel had the purpose of “Broadcast the Strengths of an Era to Serve the Capital’s People”. It adhered to correct guidance of public opinion, and used existing resources to its maximum effect, creating a new literary entertainment image. There were 11 programs in all, including celebrity interviews, film and television special topics, variety interaction, cultural information, etc. All of them were artistic programs with different styles and themes. In fact, to put it plainly, it was pretty similar to Zhang Ye’s previous job at the radio station’s Literature Channel. However one was an audio media, while the other was a television media. The size of the audience base differed greatly.

Arts Channel D office.

30+-year-old Hou Ge (elder brother Hou) smiled. “I heard that we will be getting a rookie?”

“I heard that, too.” Another, Hou Di (younger brother Hou), who looked exactly the same as him said, “I think it’s either a host or guest? Dafei, did you hear about it?”

Dafei seldom listened to gossip, “No idea.”

Hou Ge asked, “Xiao Lu? Do you know?

The lady sitting behind said, “I’m a newcomer; how would I know?”

“Fine. You think all of us are old people?” Hou Di was using a razor to shave somewhere he had missed shaving, “We are newcomers, too. At most, we were hired a few days earlier than you. My brother and I came from making television dramas. Dafei does movie scenes.”

Xiao Lu said, “I was previously from a newspaper editorial. I knew Teacher Hu a long time ago, and thanks to Teacher Hu appreciating me, I came over.”

“Everyone is the same.” Hou Ge said.

Hou Di said, “Right. We must communicate more often in the future.”

“We are now all considered old people.” Hou Ge suggested a bad idea, “When the rookie comes, we should put him in his place. As a host, his status is higher than us, so when he gets arrogant, and starts ordering us around, it wouldn’t be good.”

Xiao Lu raised her hand in support, “Agreed.”