"Help Zhang Ye find a job".

Some people really want to help, while others come to join in the fun. Of course, there are also people who come to make trouble, and everyone has exerted the entertainment spirit of the people.

"My foreign trade company, please ask Teacher Zhang Ye to join."

"I am a machining farm, please ask Teacher Zhang to join."

"My textile factory sewing machine department is asking Teacher Zhang to join."

"I'm a big glorious nightclub and hired Teacher Zhang Ye to take charge of the high salary."

No one wants Zhang Ye on serious TV stations, and some broken companies have all put up olive branches to respond to the call to help Zhang Ye find a job.

"puff"

"Don't make trouble, really stop making trouble."

"What are Teacher Zhang going to a nightclub? Do you want to recite poems and attract customers?"

"Textile factory sewing machine department? Do you think Teacher Zhang can have this technology?"

Finally at noon, this meager turned into a farce and gradually ended. Those who joined in the fun might think that Zhang Ye’s joke was not good, after all, it was related to Dad Wei. Dad Wei had just been cremated, so I won’t say much after a few words. Those who really wanted to help Zhang Ye could not help. The domestic TV stations almost posted Zhang Ye’s resume, but only two of them replied. Although they all affirmed Teacher Zhang Ye’s character, they all refused, and they didn’t want anyone, and other TV stations even replied.

Even though Zhang Ye is just famous in the capital, the troubles are all within the capital. Many people in other places don’t know him or know him. But at least they are all in the TV circle. Even if they don’t know Zhang Ye, do they have few friends? You can tell everything by calling.

In the office area.

Xiao Lu took advantage of his neck and said to Zhang Ye: "Teacher Zhang, what are your plans? Do you still want to work on the TV station? Or go back to the radio station?"

Zhang Ye asked back: "Can I go back to the radio station?"

Xiao Lu uh, "Hun."

Zhang Ye asked again, "Does there still a TV station dare to ask me?"

Xiao Lu coughed and said again: "…hang."

Brother Hou and Dafei were also helpless. They knew that this was not a "hang" problem. "hang" was just a tactful statement, but it was actually impossible at all.

Zhang Ye spread his hands, "So, it's not that I'm planning on what I want, but that I don't plan at all. I want to plan who I plan, and no one else wants to plan on me, so I can only let it go. I've been graduating for a few months, but there's too much to do, you know." Seeing that Xiao Lu Dafei and the others nodded in the same way, Zhang Ye said, "I'm really tired, I want to take a break for a while."

Hu Fei looked at him, "What can I help?"

Zhang Ye said, "Thank you, Brother Hu, it's okay, I'll take one step at a time." He knew that he had caused too much trouble and too frequent. Even if Hu Fei had many connections, he could not help him. At the same time as Zhang Ye was causing trouble, he was no longer able to connect with others.

Hu Fei might also understand, sighed, and said nothing.

Outside the door, a staff member from the personnel department suddenly came. After he came in, he asked Hu Feike politely, then looked at Zhang Ye, told him that the resignation procedures were completed and asked him to go over and sign.

Zhang Yeyi, followed him.

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Ye came back. At this moment, he had no relationship with Beijing TV. He packed things on his desk with ease, held one of his cardboard boxes and looked up, looked around the place around him where he had worked and fought for more than a month, squinted his eyes, and then weighed the box with his hands, strode out of the office area without any concerns or regrets.

As soon as I went out, there were dozens of people in the corridor.

Zhang Ye was also stunned for a moment. When he came back, he thought to himself that Hu Fei and Xiao Lu had gone, and there was no one in the office area. As a result, when he arrived in the corridor, everyone stood with him. Not only Hu Fei and his colleagues, but also many colleagues from other column groups of the Literature and Art Channel, who knew each other, or who had never spoken before, all came and stood on both sides of the corridor in a row.

Zhang Ye smiled, "I'm leaving, take care of you."

After a few seconds of silence, Hu Fei raised his hand and slapped him

Then there was Xiao Lu, then Da Fei and Hou Ge and Di Hou. Finally, they took the lead, and all the colleagues in the corridor gave Zhang Ye warm applause.

Slap

I heard it all over the TV office building

"Teacher Zhang, take care of yourself"

“You are a good person and we are not as good as you”

"For Uncle Wei, thanks to you who stood up"

"I've said bad things about you before, I'm sorry."

"Take care. Although the TV station fired you, it is fair and free to the hearts of the people."

"Yes, justice and freedom are all in the hearts of others, we all know what's going on, we all know your sacrifice for self-sacrificing oneself

Zhang Ye's performance in Uncle Wei shocked everyone. No one had thought that Zhang Ye would die with Wang Shuixin in this way. Afterwards, although Zhang Ye lost his job and was listed on the blacklist by many media, his colleagues during Uncle Wei's lifetime all felt a sense of respect for Zhang Ye in his heart. For a person who had no blood relationship, they could not do it.

The applause lasted for a long time

Zhang Ye also said to everyone: "Thank you, thank you everyone." So many people saw him off, some of whom had never dealt with before, and he was very content.

Hu Fei said: "Come back and sit down when you have time."

Brother Hou was so excited that he went up and gave Zhang Ye a bear hug, "Teacher Zhang, although we have been together for a short time, I really can't bear to leave. We can't break off contact and have a drink together next time."

Xiao Lu was even more unbearable and shed a few tears ticked.

Dafei also went up to Xiong and hugged Zhang Ye, "If you have something to do, please speak. I will turn on the phone 24 hours a day."

Zhang Ye also greeted them one by one, "Not working here anymore, it doesn't mean I won't be in contact in the future. I will definitely have to eat and drink together when I have time. Thank you for seeing me off and everything will come back. Don't delay my work because of me, then I will be very guilty."

Suddenly, the elevator door opened.

Several people who seemed not to be TV stations rushed in.

"Is Zhang Ye here? Can you interview Teacher Zhang?"

"I'm sorry to bother, I'm a reporter from the Beijing Times."

"Teacher Zhang, from Entertainment Daily, I heard that netizens sympathize with your experience and spontaneously organized you to find a job and submit resumes on Weibo, but in the end no TV media took you in. How did you watch it? Do you have to give up working as a TV host or lecturer in the future?"

"Teacher Zhang, you are leaving today. Do you have any objections to the decision of Beijing TV? Can you tell us?"

It's a reporter

Five or six journalists threw the problem one by one like shells.

Several employees of the TV station next to him frowned and said, "Who asked you to go upstairs? Have you obtained an interview permit?" Although they are all peers, they are actually different, and the system is different. Their TV programs are still very different from newspapers and media.

The reporters refused to listen, "Teacher Zhang, what do you have to say before leaving?"

Another reporter asked in a slight situation: "You have only been in the TV station for a month and were fired. Do you really have no idea?"

Zhang Ye glanced at them gently, smiled, and recited a poem that still did not exist in this world. This is a famous work by Lu Xun in his world - "Self-mockery"

While reciting, he walked forward.

"What do you want to do in the fortune-telling Huagai? I haven't dared to turn over and have already met."

"The broken hat covers the face and passes through the downtown area, and the boat is filled with wine."

"I am cold in my eyes and pointed at thousands of people, and I am willing to be a ox for a child."

"Hide in the small building and become a united state..." Speaking of this, Zhang Ye had already taken his things to the elevator. In front of the elevator door, the last line of poem jumped out of it, "Don't worry about winter, summer, spring and autumn."

The elevator has gone down

Zhang Ye left too

This poem is not as easy to understand as those modern poems in Zhang Ye before. Many people didn't understand it at the beginning, but this poem is not so obscure, so everyone stumbled on it and understood it all at once.

This poem talks about Zhang Ye’s mood at this moment

What do you want to get lucky? If you have unlucky luck, what other needs can you have to be happy?

I didn't dare to turn over and touch my head? I didn't even dare to turn over and I still touched my head.

When I went out to the street, I lowered my hat to cover my face, for fear that I would be seen and caused an unexpected disaster; it seemed like I was sitting on a leaking boat filled with wine, wandering around the middle of the river, and I was in danger. Facing the enemy's criticism, scolding, and cursing, I was cold and did my best; facing the masses, I would rather be like an old cow and let him run, and I was willing to do it.

Isn’t these things just Zhang Ye himself?

Isn’t these things what happened to Teacher Zhang Ye these days?

What a cold face to face thousands of people

What a ox who is willing to be a child

Many people are questioning Zhang Ye's bad temper, destroying the live broadcast, regardless of whether he cares about the overall situation, and often causes troubles several times, but what is Teacher Zhang Ye's attitude? A cold face and fingers are so appropriate. He is such a person. No matter how others evaluate him, for a terminally ill fan, and for a dead colleague who has no blood relationship with him, he bows down and is willing to be a child's cow. He is willing to do anything.

What integrity is this?

This poem has been fully displayed

Especially after Teacher Zhang Ye's last sentence, you scold me, question me, fire me? OK, I'll hide in the small building and take care of you - Mom's winter, summer and spring and autumn

"What a poem"

"This is obviously created on site, right?"

"It must be, otherwise why would it be so appropriate"

"Is it so awesome for Teacher Zhang to say casually?"

The reporters all had a bright eye and hurriedly recorded the poem. Today's manuscript has been settled again. And without asking, this poem will definitely become popular. In fact, this is nonsense. Whether it is modern poetry or ancient poetry, each poem has not been clicked by one million on the Internet. It has long been tested by the market and time.

Didn't expect

I really didn't expect
Chapter completed!