Friday.
Afternoon, there was a clear sky.
Today was the day of the live broadcast of the Golden Microphone Awards. Countless numbers of people crowded outside the Beijing Television Station's Grand Theater. They were lining up with their entry tickets.
The moment that Zhang Ye came, he saw his colleagues.
"Little Zhang, over here!" Big Sis Zhou waved from the group.
"Big Sis Zhou? Auntie Sun?" Zhang Ye blinked before walking forward.
Auntie Sun let him cut in line. She thickened her Beijing accent, "Come over quickly. There's no need to line up behind everyone."
