Before noon.
Beijing Radio Station.
The auditorium at the top floor was filled with people. Many anchors and staff from the various channels had arrived. All segments had made way for today’s Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet.
Zhang Ye had a stomach ache as he squatted on the toilet at the top floor. It might be due to having eaten too many instant noodles during the past few days. Even an Instant Noodle Hero would have times when he could not cope, for his stomach would also revolt. As he was squatting while doing his big business, he surfed the internet on his cellphone. He realized that the station’s Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet had been publicized greatly. Not only was the publicizing in full swing on the radio station’s website, it was also advertised on large message boards and other portal websites. Today was a public holiday, so most people were resting at home as they spent the festival with their friends and relatives. Noon was when people were gathered together to have lunch and chat. As they would be idle, listening into the poetry meet was a good choice. It was a very wise choice for the radio station to choose this time slot for the poetry meet.
There was a lot of discussion on the internet, with numerous messages posted.
“Poetry Meet? Great!”
“I must listen to it!”