In the day.
The warm sunlight shone into the room.
There were too many calls — Zhang Ye switched off his cellphone.
Online, information was a mess — Zhang Ye disconnected from the internet as well.
He went to the living room to get a flask of water, a tea cup, and some Pu’er tea leaves and went back into his room. He sat at the window under the sun and made some tea for himself. Shaking the tea cup and inhaling the fragrance, Zhang Ye sipped and tasted the tea. His eyes were focused on the view of the garden below.
At this moment, Zhang Ye’s mind was at ease. He thought about his actions from the previous evening. It was true that he was impulsive, but he did not regret it.
Exit from the entertainment circle from now on?
Give up his dream of becoming the top star of this world?
Zhang Ye placed his cup of tea gently onto the window sill. He felt that he could not do that, but what should he do from here? What path should he take? He needed to think about it, maybe he should become a singer? He couldn’t get away from SARFT! Be an actor? He couldn’t get away from SARFT! Even if he were just writing novels, he would not be able to get away from what was called the News, Publication & Broadcast SARFT! Now that Zhang Ye had somehow walked into a corner, his chances of turning around was not big!
What should he do?
In the entertainment circle, no matter what he chose to do, everything seemed to involve the SARFT!
And to be honest, Zhang Ye was reluctant to let go of his “Zhang Ye’s Talk Show”. He really couldn’t bear leaving it. He had spent too much effort and time on this production. Just the amount of Reputation spent on buying Memory Search Capsules to sort out the segments for this program alone was worth too much! For this program, Zhang Ye didn’t get much sleep for the past few days. Sometimes, he would even work into the night and sleep at the recording studio. He would even eat there. With all that blood and sweat used to produce this program, it would now be halted after just a few episodes? No matter how Zhang Ye thought about it, he could not accept it. If it were possible, he would like to have continued his own Talk Show. He would need at least another month to finish recording the first season of “Zhang Ye’s Talk Show”. Otherwise, how was he to put it as his representative work to others? What was a representative work? Oh, it would be “Zhang Ye’s Talk Show” that ran for 4 or 5 episodes? How could you call that representative work!? It would be like a 2 hour movie that you only filmed for 10 minutes. Who could acknowledge that to be a classic?
The cancellation of “Zhang Ye’s Talk Show” was too hurtful for Zhang Ye. This was the reason for his rage at the SARFT press conference!
How could he revive the show?
Was there any other way?
Zhang Ye shook his head, he no longer carried much hope. He could only take it one step at a time, observe the situation, and wait for new developments. If there was no other way out, he could use his own money to rent a recording studio to continue recording his Talk Show and post it online under his own name. This might end up infringing Weiwo’s copyright and there was a possibility that the conditions and funds would be insufficient. This would affect the quality of the recorded program and there would also not be proper promotions leading to less visibility for the program. However, Zhang Ye was determined to finish his Talk Show. It needed a proper ending. All of these contributed to his achievements. Only if he really did not continue on in the entertainment industry, would Zhang Ye ever give up on these achievements and results. He had already gone past the point of no return.
Noon.
He began feeling hungry.
Zhang Ye strolled over to the fridge and pulled open the door. There was still leftover food from yesterday, so he took it out and heated it in the microwave. He finished everything up.
After eating, Zhang Ye washed the dishes and cleaned the table. Suddenly, he felt really comfortable and relaxed since putting aside all his work.
His mood was also better.