Meng Dongguo was a forty- to fifty-year-old plump man. He had quite a lot of hair and was not suffering from balding. He nodded, “I did come once. That was for a meeting. I’ve not seen Station Head Jia for two years. You sure seem as energetic as ever, while I can’t go on anymore. Look at all these wrinkles.”
Deputy Station Head Jia seemed to have a good relationship with him, “Haha. Come on. I’ve already lost so much hair. I think you are the one as energetic as ever.”
At this moment, a group of young ladies from the station piled forward the moment they saw them!
“Teacher Meng! You are Teacher Meng, right?” a 20-year-old girl asked excitedly. She had rushed forward, despite her work to guide the line outside. “I’m your fan. I especially like your poems. My mom frequently recited your poems to me when I was young. I really grew up listening to your works. Aiyah! I’m too excited, too excited. You, you… Can you give me an autograph?”
Deputy Station Head Jia waved his hand, “The meet is almost about to start.”
However, Meng Dongguo said, “It’s alright, old Bro. Giving an autograph doesn’t take much time. Here, young lady.”
The girl got the autograph as she wished, before leaving happily.
Seeing Meng Dongguo being so friendly, immediately, a few girls and youths came over to get his autograph.
There were a few people who ran to the back and ignored if the Leader was agreeable to it. They found their own idols and Teachers they liked, so that they could get their autograph.
“Auntie Little Red Mushroom! You, I, can I get your autograph? I grew up listening to your fairy tales. I really like you!” a youth said submissively.
Little Red Mushroom was a bit plump, but she was dressed very prettily. She said in a nice way, “Sure. Where do I sign?”
“Teacher Big Thunder!” Another person came forward, “Your poem has always been on my cellphone’s home screen. Can I take a picture with you? Just one would do!”
Big Thunder was a big, stout man from the northeast. His accent was heavily northeastern. It was written in his personal information that he was from Beijing, but he might have grown up in the northeast. “That wouldn’t be a problem! Here!”
Autographs, pictures together.
The Teachers from the Writers’ Association received quite a lot of praises from onlookers. It was no wonder, as they were very famous in Beijing. Since the Beijing Radio Station was broadcasting in the regions around Beijing, it would also broadcast their works occasionally. Hence, the staff were no strangers to these Teachers. Some even idolized them.
Big Thunder? Meng Dongguo? Little Red Mushroom?
There were still about a dozen people behind them. Hearing the fans shout, it seemed that there was also the romance author, Zheng Anbang?
Weren’t these people those who had scolded him yesterday? Hei, alright. All of them came?
Zhang Ye stared deeply at all of them as he remembered all their faces. Suddenly, someone shouted at him from behind.
“Teacher Zhang Ye. Aiyah, I’ve finally found you. I reserved a seat for you. Our Literature Channel’s seats are in the middle of the back row. Let me bring you over.” a youth who had just joined the Literature Channel said.
“Alright, let’s go.” Zhang Ye followed him into the auditorium.
Zhang Ye?
He is that Zhang Ye?
Upon hearing this, Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder, Little Red Mushroom and company all looked over.
Big Thunder was still confused over the situation. He did not have much of an impression of this name. Seeing Meng Dongguo and company’s expression, Big Thunder finally remembered the name, as he asked, “Which Zhang Ye? The one who wrote the so-called modern poem?”
Little Red Mushroom said, “Should be.”
Deputy Station Head Jia confirmed, “Yes, it’s him. Why?”
Big Thunder said, “He works at the radio station? I just learned about that.”
Zheng Anbang said to Deputy Station Head Jia, “It’s nothing, Station Head Jia. We just happened to comment about him yesterday on the internet. He completely can’t write poems, and things he writes cannot be considered literature. President Meng wanted to advise him as a senior, but he ended up unhappy about it. He was not modest at all, and even wrote a poem to retort. What would you call this matter? President Meng and us had good intentions, wanting to teach him, but he was ungrateful. He treated our kindness as dirt!”
Deputy Station Head Jia was enlightened as he laughed, “Zhang Ye is just a newcomer. He can be considered not bad when it comes to writing ghost stories, but as for composing poems… How can he compare to all of you? Hurhur.”
Meng Dongguo shook his hands, “Let’s not talk about him, old Bro. Let’s go in?”
“Let’s go. It’s about to begin.” Deputy Station Head Jia and a few smaller Leaders in the station led them in. They sat in the first row.
The surrounding people looked at each other.
“Did you see Zhang Ye’s Weibo yesterday?”