The next day.
It was a weekend.
Zhang Ye drove his BMW to a nearby car wash.
"Yo, Teacher Zhang, you came here?"
"Yes."
"Washing your car again?"
"Wash it a few extra times."
"Sure, I'll definitely get rid of the pungent smell for you."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Hai, dog owners these days are too inconsiderate."
While the car was being washed, Zhang Ye strolled over to the newspaper stand and bought a few copies of newspapers. Traditional paper media was on the decline these days, but Zhang Ye still had the habit of reading a physical copy of a newspaper. Compared to online media, paper media was more official, and the news was more factual. At least he wouldn't have to worry about seeing too much fake news and rumors.
Today's front page was taken up by news of him again.
"Zhang Ye's popularity skyrockets!"
"An unexpected outbreak of popularity!"
"Zhang Ye's path to the Asian summit!"
