Zhang Ye smiled a little and put his cellphone away. Hugging his own head, he stared up at the ceiling. He was overly tired, but he couldn’t sleep. It was such a busy day that there was nothing better to mention. However, the benefits he had reaped were tremendous. He understood the roles and functions of the team much more in-depth now, as his experience and knowledge of the television industry had taken another step in growth. It had been a good learning experience. If ever he had to make another new program, he was sure that he could do it easily.
And with a talk show that he had shaped with his own mind and body, Zhang Ye believed that the result would be a lot better than him instructing other people to arrange and set up the show for him. After all, this was done according to his own thoughts and considerations. There would be no chance of forgetting something or careless mistakes as he sought to reproduce his previous world’s matured form of talk shows. With this experience, he could see clearer than anyone and knew how best to execute the plan. So tiring himself a little bit more was something that Zhang Ye would take on voluntarily. Such sacrifice would definitely bring rewards. Leaving it to others to do the work for him would have made him worried because these people didn’t even know what a talk show was. The people of this world had never even heard of it!