Deputy Station Head Jia knew that Zhāng Yě had to get this Silver Microphone Award, for he was the only son of the Station Head’s old war comrade. Hence, he said, “Since it’s an error made by the jury staff, we shouldn’t have it affect our station’s newcomer award winner because of this! That would be too unfair for Zhāng Yě! You can’t do that!” Fairness? When they were pushing Zhang Ye to a cliff, refusing to give him a nomination, they had never thought of the meaning of fairness. But now, once it affected their own interests and relations, they began shouting about fairness!
The old judge was very unhappy with their tone. In terms of qualifications, he was an old veteran in the circle, and was one grade more senior than the Station Head and Deputy Station Head Jia. “Isn’t Zhang Ye from your radio station, too?”
Deputy Station Head Jia flatly said, “No way can it be Zhang Ye! It has to be Zhāng Yě!”