After the recording studio was emptied, Xiao Lu, Hou Ge and Dafei were all exhausted.
Xiao Lu stared blankly, “Teacher Zhang, your battle strength is really too strong. I’ve never heard of anyone recording from the morning until the end of the day. And it’s only you speaking; you don’t even have a helper!”
“It’s not only battle strength.” Hu Fei laughed, “Teacher Little Zhang’s eloquence and memory are also godlike. He doesn’t even have a prompter and can speak off-script the entire way. Back when I heard people from the Beijing Radio Station say that Teacher Little Zhang recorded ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’ for eight hours nonstop without a script, I did not believe it. I thought they were bullsh*tting. But now, I really believe it!”
Hou Ge laughed, “Today’s two batches of audience members must have got a kick listening to it. We enjoyed it, too. It was done so interestingly. The details were full of ups and downs!”
Hu Fei said, “Everyone, thank you for the hard work. Let’s go. It’s time to get off work.”
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