That afternoon.
Beijing Television Station.
In an office at a certain floor, Zhang Ye was led by a staff member from the front desk. He did not even see which floor the elevator had stopped at. This was because he was feeling a bit worried. He knew this was the last chance for him to enter a television station. So he treated it with highest regard, hoping that he could grab this opportunity.
The office was empty.
"Teacher Zhang, please wait a minute." the staff member said.
"Alright." Zhang Ye sat on a chair by the side.
The staff said, "The Leader should be coming soon."
Zhang Ye said, "Sure, do what you need to do. Thank you very much."
"You're welcome. Then I'll go first." The staff left after closing the door.
After a few minutes, a plump, middle-aged man pushed open the door and saw Zhang Ye immediately. He said with a sigh, "Teacher Little Zhang, you've come?"
"You are?" Zhang Ye found the voice familiar.
