I’m Really a Superstar
Chapter 89: Helping an Old Colleague!
Afternoon.
Close to noon.
Zhang Ye looked at the number that Zhao Guozhou had sent over. He called Tian Bin using the number listed. When the other side picked up, he immediately said, “Teacher Tian, it’s me.”
But it was a woman who answered back, “You? Who?”
Zhang Ye mumbled and recognized her voice, “Sis, it’s me, Zhang Ye.”
“Which Zhang Ye?” Tian Bin’s wife asked knowingly. She added, “Old Tian is not around!”
Just when she was about to hang up, Tian Bin’s voice rang out, “What are you doing? Give the phone to me.”
Tian Bin definitely had Zhang Ye’s phone number stored. Presumably, his wife had seen Zhang Ye’s name when he called and answered it. Tian Bin’s wife was heard in the background, nagging, “Why did you answer? That Zhang Ye fella must have called to make fun of you. How long have you two been fighting, and you still wanna answer? Yes, both of you have left your jobs already, but you were forced out. As for Zhang Ye, he might have looked like he was forced by the circumstances, but you know that he resigned on his own terms. He left the station with pride. Look at the success of ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’; it’s even going to be published soon. Tsk! What else could he be planning by calling you now! He definitely wants to step on you while you are down! Why are you even answering!”
“I want you to give me that!” Tian Bin turned furious.
“I’ll give, I’ll give, I’ll give! I won’t bother about you anymore!” Tian Bin’s wife was frustrated as well.
Their conversation had been clearly heard by Zhang Ye and it made him a little intolerable. He knew that this call of his was made at the wrong time. He could tell that Tian Bin had not had it easy for the past few days. He had lost his job and still couldn’t find a new one yet. As the saying goes, in peaceful times, everything is fine. And it was the same the other way round; a poor couple, a lifetime of misery. The two of them must have had countless arguments in recent days.
“Hello.” Tian Bin answered. His voice was a little cold, “What’s the matter?”
Zhang Ye hesitated a little, but went ahead, “Teacher Tian, thanks for the other day.”
Tian Bin played the fool, “Which matter from what day?”
“The publisher’s number.” Zhang Ye reminded him.
Tian Bin frowned, “That Xiaofang, I repeatedly instructed her not to say that it was me. Forget it. You don’t need to thank me; it was not a big matter.”
“Have you had dinner?”