The recording studio.
Ma Hengyuan and the others stepped onto the stage and waited. But after a while, Hu Fei, Zhang Ye and the others still had not come over. Ma Hengyuan just went ahead and signaled to the cameraman to turn on the cameras. He then stood behind the rostrum and got ready to begin speaking without the host.
The cameraman said, “The host is not back yet.”
“There’s no need to wait for him.” Ma Hengyuan said straightforwardly.
“But the executive producer is not back yet, too.” The cameraman, of course, would not listen to him. He was bothered by it, too, thinking, “Why was this guy acting like a big shot? Wasn’t he just a professor? Did he think he was the Station Head!? To be commanding us like this? Do you think that the TV station is your family’s business? Mental! Even if you were the authority on the Three Kingdoms, and even had some influence in Beijing, you still couldn’t do this. You are looking down on others too much!”
Ma Hengyuan was frustrated, too. He looked at the cameras and asked, “Are we recording or not? I have something to do later!”
Ma Hengyuan thought that he was very famous. He had the pride of a scholar. But the audience did not approve of it.