At the same time.
As Zhang Ye’s car entered the gates of Peking University, a phone call came.
“Son.” It was Mom who called. “You’ve gotten into big trouble this time!”
Zhang Ye chuckled. “Mom, relax. I have a sense of propriety.”
Mom said angrily, “Your Dad and I only knew you got into such big trouble after watching the morning news. Are you dying? Why can’t you rest a day!? You even dare to trample on the Four Great Classical Novels? Great, now see what’s happening? Everyone is scolding you. You really do not know when to stop!”
Zhang Ye said, “I really know what I am doing. Alright Mum, tell Dad not to worry either. I am at Peking University now and have to prepare for my class. Don’t say anymore.”
The call ended.
Ring, ring, ring. It was Wu Zeqing’s number.
Zhang Ye hurriedly slowed down his car to pick the call up. “President Wu.”
“Are you here yet?” Wu Zeqing’s gentle voice was very soothing to the ears.
“I’m here. I just passed through the school gates.” Zhang Ye said.
Wu Zeqing acknowledged. “How are your preparations?”
Zhang Ye smiled and said, “Pretty much done. It all depends on how I express myself when the time comes. I did not prepare a script. I’m the kind of player that does better on the field. Hur Hur.”
Wu Zeqing said, “Then I’m relieved.”
“You really trust me? You aren’t afraid I’ll screw up?” Zhang Ye asked out of curiosity.
Wu Zeqing said calmly, “Since I invited you to join Peking University, then I naturally trust you completely. No matter what others say, just follow your own thoughts and lecture on.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye turned silent. “…Thank you.”
Wu Zeqing said, “Alright, that will be all. I’ll be going to the auditorium to listen to your class. I’m honestly looking forward to what you will talk about today. Don’t disappoint everyone.”
“Rest assured.” Zhang Ye hung up.
With such trust from President Wu, Zhang Ye’s heart was filled with warmth. This was the sort of feeling that he had never experienced much before. During his time in the radio station, he was seen with contempt by the leaders. When he went to the television station, the leaders sought to suppress him. Even at the online television station, Zhang Ye’s unexpected moves and choices, like his Talk Show, were met with doubt from the leaders and others around him. He was stumbling his way through to get it implemented before the results managed to extend the broadcast run and made everyone recognize his work. Otherwise, the program would have been cut without a moment’s hesitation, but here at Peking University, the situation was slightly different. Zhang Ye had not expected to meet such a trusting leader like Wu Zeqing. Compared to casting doubt on one of the Four Great Classical Novels’ author, what sort of resistance did he get for proposing to do a Talk Show that had never existed before? What sort of pressure did he have to deal with for a radio station’s children’s’ story program? What problems did he encounter as a lecturer for “Lecture Room”? With such a comparison, all of the issues he encountered seemed so small now, but yet with such an earth-shattering claim that even seemed ‘treacherous’, Wu Zeqing had actually been supportive of him!
The entire society was scolding him!
But Wu Zeqing’s support for him had never changed!
Zhang Ye liked such trust. He was also grateful to such a trust. Since you trust me, then rest assured. This bro will definitely not disappoint you, nor will I cause you any trouble!
After alighting from the car.
Zhang Ye went straight to the back door of the Grand Auditorium. There was a passage for internal use. At this moment, his expression had also turned serious. He had wiped away his relaxed expression.
“Hey! Little Zhang.” A familiar face appeared.
Zhang Ye looked over and went over. “Brother Hu, you came too?”
It was Beijing Television Station’s Hu Fei, Zhang Ye’s old leader, “Yes, I came over to support you. Coincidentally, I know a teacher here, so I’m entering through the back door. This public lecture’s seats are really not easy to get. I had to cash in a favor before I managed to come here. Looks like I owe someone a debt now.”
Zhang Ye immediately said, “You should have informed me, I would have left a seat for you.”
Hu Fei smiled until his eyes were a slit. “I knew you had to prepare for your lessons, so I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“What preparations do I need? It’s only making copies of some information. Don’t you already know that? When have I ever needed a script? It’s all in my head already.” Zhang Ye laughed.
“Teacher Zhang Ye.” Another person came from behind again.
Hu Fei said, “Alright, go busy yourself. I’ll be going in first. We can talk later.”
“Alright.” Zhang Ye then turned around and looked. “Yo, Teacher Xiaomei. Director Zhao.”
It was Beijing Radio Station’s broadcasting host Wang Xiaomei and Zhang Ye’s former leader, Zhao Guozhou.
Zhao Guozhou smiled and said, “Long time no see. Not bad. The commotions you stir up