9 in the morning.
The entire Grand Theater was packed. Almost everyone was here.
At this moment, the game ring on Zhang Ye’s pinky displayed a screen with virtual text.
Countdown ended – the Lucky Bread was used up!
Five minutes have passed?
It’s over? Just like that?
Zhang Ye blinked his eyes in a daze. He looked to the left and then to the right. Why didn’t anything happen? It increased my Luck stat? Where was it increased? I couldn’t see a bit of it! This was the first time that the special items from Zhang Ye’s game ring did not have any effect. He was extremely depressed. He was originally hoping that the “Lucky Bread” would help him, and it was also his final life-saving weapon, but who knew that nothing happened at all. At least let this bro pick up a wallet to show its effects!
Unlucky!
There was not a chance left now!
Zhang Ye was at a loss as to whether to laugh or to cry. He had choked at the critical moment!
Over there, the Literature Channel’s old editor, who had become the eldest after Teacher Feng retired, returned. He had not been seen all along, for he had gone somewhere.
“You just came?” someone asked.
The old editor said, “I came much earlier. I just went to find a friend backstage.”
Big Sis Zhou was excited, “You know people here? Are the decisions for the awards out?”
“It came out earlier on.” The old editor said, “There was something happening backstage. Don’t tell others that I was the one who told you. I heard that one of the trophies shattered from dropping.”
Auntie Sun exclaimed, “Then wouldn’t they not make it in time?”
The old editor said, “The company manufacturing the trophy must have spares. By quickly engraving the unit and the name of the winner, it’s quite fast. They should be able to make it in time.”
Nobody took this news in mind.
Big Sis Zhou asked again, “Then who will win our station’s Silver Microphone Award?”
The old editor said helplessly , “You are still hoping for Little Zhang to create a miracle? It’s impossible. The additional nomination will not win the award. There has been no precedent, and neither will there be one in the future.”
Big Sis Zhou rolled her eyes, “I know that. I’m asking if Zhāng Yě got it. It’s said that every year our radio station will get one Golden Microphone Award and one Silver Microphone Award, but wasn’t there a mistake five years ago with the Golden Microphone Award, where both our station’s nominees were not awarded, and it was awarded to Hebei province’s broadcaster?” She could no longer stand seeing Zhang Ye being bullied to such a state. Since Zhang Ye could not get it, then it was best that Zhāng Yě did not get it as well. It could vent her anger. Seeing Zhāng Yě and Jia Yan’s overbearing manner from before was annoying!
The other colleagues also looked over.
The old editor gave a wry smile, “How can there be so many accidents. I heard from my friend that he happened to see the award certificates yesterday. Our station’s Silver Microphone Award winner is Zhāng Yě.”
“It’s already decided?” Big Sis Zhou still remained adamant.
“It was decided yesterday afternoon.” The old editor said, “It’s him. My friend saw it with his own eyes. The trophy even has Zhāng Yě’s name on it, so how can it be wrong?”
Big Sis Zhou tutted.
With so many colleagues worried for him, Zhang Ye felt quite heart-warmed. He had never seen a good unit or a good Leader, but he had met a group of cute colleagues, making him feel blessed.
“Hey! That’s Teacher Cheng! The eighth Golden Microphone Award winner!”