After the recording studio was emptied, Xiao Lu, Hou Ge and Dafei were all exhausted.
Xiao Lu stared blankly, “Teacher Zhang, your battle strength is really too strong. I’ve never heard of anyone recording from the morning until the end of the day. And it’s only you speaking; you don’t even have a helper!”
“It’s not only battle strength.” Hu Fei laughed, “Teacher Little Zhang’s eloquence and memory are also godlike. He doesn’t even have a prompter and can speak off-script the entire way. Back when I heard people from the Beijing Radio Station say that Teacher Little Zhang recorded ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’ for eight hours nonstop without a script, I did not believe it. I thought they were bullsh*tting. But now, I really believe it!”
Hou Ge laughed, “Today’s two batches of audience members must have got a kick listening to it. We enjoyed it, too. It was done so interestingly. The details were full of ups and downs!”
Hu Fei said, “Everyone, thank you for the hard work. Let’s go. It’s time to get off work.”
……
At night.
Before he slept, Zhang Ye switched on his computer and first checked for news regarding him on the internet. Most of it contained the raving reviews for “Zhang Ye’s Analysis of the Three Kingdoms”. After scanning them, he clicked into his fan club’s HQ in anticipation. The Tieba’s name was “Zhang Ye’s Nest”. The two moderators had been approved: ZhangYeNumber1Fan and Big Saber Bro. Zhang Ye did not apply to be a moderator, for he did not have time to manage the affairs of the Tieba account. However, he was its spiritual leader and the core figure. After all, this was a fan club established for him.
There were nearly a thousand posts in the forum.
A stickied post was an announcement and rules of the fan club made by ZhangYeNumber1Fan was included in it. For example, they had to support Teacher Zhang unconditionally. There should not be any internal squabbles and everyone was to be united, etc. She really did seem like a talent good at management. These things were done very well.
Big Saber Bro also posted, “Why am I a moderator? I’m just in charge of battles; I don’t care about anything else.”
This Big Saber Bro was also quite an interesting fellow. Zhang Ye had left his cell phone number with him yesterday, hoping to contact him and have an exchange of words. However, who knew that Big Saber Bro would not give him a phone call? It was like Big Saber Bro only had battling and curse words in his dictionary. He did not care about anything else.
Zhang Ye tapped his keyboard and was thinking of posting something, but he stopped after some consideration. He used his voice to record a message and posted on it. He imitated a Hunan province’s accent, “Comrades, I announce, Zhang Ye’s fan club…is established…today!”
“Ha, Teacher Zhang has appeared!”