The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Ye, “This is Zhang Ye? Let’s begin then.”
“Alright, then let’s allow Little Zhang to prepare?” Hu Fei suggested.
Zhang Ye said calmly, “I’m fine. I can have my interview any moment.”
Everyone sat down. The middle-aged man that had spoken previously then sat in the middle. His name was Wang Shuixin. His name sounded slightly feminine, and he looked gentle, with his golden wire-rimmed glasses. Zhang Ye had checked the television station’s official website’s information before he came. He knew this person was the Beijing Television Station’s Arts Channel’s Director. He was probably the Leader of all the people present, and head of the Arts Channel.
There was not much public information one could find on the internet, but there was plenty of information about Wang Shuixin. Before he left, Zhang Ye had happened to find it online. Director Wang happened to be a poet in the past. A few years ago, he had published a few works and anthologies. He was best at modern poems. Although he did not have many works in recent times, he was still famous. Most people in the industry still knew him.
It was quite obvious after giving it some thought. As the head of the television’s Arts Channel, he would not be able to have the role without some ability. He definitely had to have some literary quality to him.
“First introduce yourself?” Director Wang Shuixin said.