Hou Ge said, “Teacher Little Zhang, how can a host like you not be present to speak. That’s not necessary!”
But even so, Ma Hengyuan still did not give Zhang Ye a direct look. He gave him a sidewards glance, “I’m a professor in the Literature Department. Do I need you to teach me?”
Then there was no way to further negotiate!
These people were impenetrable!
“I also lectured in this way at Central TV.” Ma Hengyuan began to put on airs as he defiantly looked at Hu Fei, Zhang Ye and company, saying, “So? Is your Beijing Arts Channel better than the Central TV station? Don’t keep nagging at me, and I can tell you what to do. As long as I’m on the stage, then there will be a large audience watching. I can say it in any way that I want! That is my business, and not something laypeople like you should interrupt. Do you know history, or do I know history?” He was not only a professor in the literature department, he was also a famous professor online. He had no lack of fans, so when it came to anything professional, Ma Hengyuan looked down on anyone else. He did not think anything of the Arts Channel.