Old Yang waved dismissively, “There’s no need for that.”
Meng Dongguo, the Vice-President of the Beijing Writer’s Association was also present. He looked at his watch and said, “He’s not coming out yet?”
Renmin University’s Ma Hengyuan was amongst them as well. Everyone had gathered here to talk badly about Zhang Ye, ready to see him make a joke of himself, so how could he not join in, “Time’s almost up, right?”
Chang Kaige looked over to him, “Professor Ma cannot wait for it to begin?”
Ma Hengyuan said impatiently, “I still have a class in the afternoon. I will leave after listening for 30 minutes. This Little Zhang! Does he really have to start on time? So many seniors and industry experts all waiting for a junior like him?”
This was precisely what looking for issues to pick on looked like.
Many of Peking University’s lecturers glanced at him, thinking to themselves that no one begged him to come anyway!
Countdown of three minutes….Countdown of two minutes…..
During the final minute, Zhang Ye finally walked out from backstage and onto the main stage podium.