Sunday.
"Do we still have tickets?"
"What tickets?"
"Tickets to 'Zhang Ye's Talk Show', what else?"
"Hur Hur, I still have an internal ticket here."
"Aiyo, give it to me Old Xu. I will treat you to dinner!"
"I can't give this to you. I have a relative who wants to watch Zhang Ye's program no matter what. This ticket is for him, so you better continue asking around."
"I did, but there's no more!"
"True, it's really hard to get your hands on a ticket to Zhang Ye's show now!"
"Eh, that's true. We don't even have internal tickets. How can I answer to my friend now? She especially likes Teacher Zhang Ye. Once she remembered that I work here, she specially requested me to get tickets for her. Oh, forget it. If there's really no choice, I will bring her in via the staff passage backstage."
......
Afternoon.
Zhang Ye had just finished his lunch in the canteen.
