After the meal, Heavenly Queen Zhang Yuanqi held her chest with one hand as she leaned against the headboard to send email on her phone. Maybe she was working, as her face looked serious and sullen. She did not have any intention of speaking to Zhang Ye.
She would kill the donkey the moment it left the millstone!
You’ve forgotten about this bro after you are full?
Zhang Ye also knew that a distinguished person like her was busy, so he did not disturb her. He also wasn’t emboldened enough to disturb her. Zhang Yuanqi was standing at the pinnacle of their country’s entertainment industry, while Zhang Ye himself was just a small figure, who was a fledgling. He was not even considered a celebrity. He would, at most, be considered a public figure. The gap between them was heaven and earth. Zhang Ye knew this himself, so he was very respectful towards a senior.
Switching on the computer, he began doing his own thing. He first checked his Weibo and was suddenly dumbfounded. Why were there so many forwards for one of his Weibo messages? Upon checking, he realized what had happened. The “Flying Bird and Fish” message that originally only had about 2,000-3,000 forwards back then? It wasn’t that much. But now, this poem’s forwards on Weibo had suddenly become more than 8,000. It had tripled! After being surprised for a while, Zhang Ye treated it as nothing. Back in his world, “Flying Bird and Fish” itself had more than a hundred million clicks on the internet. How many people did not see it? Hence, this tiny explosive increase was reasonable. A good poem could never be buried. As for the reason? Zhang Ye’s analysis was that it was due to many things. “Ghost Blows Out the Light”, fairy tale stories and his other poems. The number of people who knew of him was slowly increasing. So people would begin checking his other works, which created an entire increase in popularity for all of his works!
“Good poem!”
“Only now do I know about this poem today!”
“Why are there so many forwards? Let me see it first.”
“Classic. Who is this Zhang Ye?”
“You have just seen it? It’s already a poem from last month. This poem even saved a person’s life. It is especially legendary!”
Zhang Ye browsed through everyone’s comments as he was lost in reverie. They were basically positive. As he was enjoying it, there was a sudden comment that appeared!
Meng Dongguo.