“Teacher Zhang… ”
“You are… ”
At this moment, no one doubted Zhang Ye’s mouth and pen. His mouth could curse a person to death, and his pen could place a period on a person’s life. Everyone knew of Zhang Ye’s abilities!
A person from the television station exclaimed in terror, “Hurry! Grab the microphone back!”
Wang Shuixin did not notice the chaos. He was still reading from the script, and the cameras were pointed at him, “Wei Jianguo’s may have passed away, but… ”
At this moment, Zhang Ye had switched the microphone on. He sneered coldly as he rudely interrupted Wang Shuixin’s eulogy, “When Uncle Wei was still alive, he asked me for a calligraphy piece. Back then, I said I would give it to him the next day, but the next day became forever. I owe Uncle Wei a poem. Today, I will pay off my debt!”