The poem was done reciting.
Without staying an additional second, Zhang Ye went straight backstage with the trophy in his hand. He only left his back and the outcry of thousands of guests and judges!
Holy ****!
What modern poem was this!?
Could you mean that your Beijing Radio Station is Dead Water? Your radio station’s Leaders are devils? No, there was no need to begin the sentence with ‘could’, he clearly meant that! This sort of poem was not profound. “Dead Water” was extremely easy to understand. That’s right; it was used for scolding!
“What the f***!”
“Isn’t this way too overbearing?”
“Is this person mad? How can he say that?”
“Wasn’t he going to thank the unit and his Leaders?”
“That’s right; I even believed it. Haha, this will be interesting!”
“Although it’s not broadcast live, but this is still the Silver Microphone Awards; is he sure that he won’t get into trouble for saying that? Can he really do that? Isn’t this offending his Leader to the point of death? Station Head? Didn’t he mention a Deputy Station Head Jia in his acceptance speech? He is already naming names. Aiyah, holy ****. I really did not come for nothing. I really did a good job vying for one of the ten tickets from my unit. When would you usually hear such a heroic modern poem? This poem is too classic. He cursed so ruthlessly!”
“To think that the television and radio station system has such a ruthless person!”
“Zhang Ye? I have remembered this name. Haha, impressive!”
“I have to apologize. I even scolded Zhang Ye for being an ass-kisser, I never expected that it was such a ‘thank you’!”
This was the perspective of the audience . As they had no direct interest in the matter, everyone just had the state of mind of watching a thrilling show.
But there were some people who were not the same.