Chapter 29: What is Your Most Expensive Dish Here?
I am Really a Superstar
A week later.
Zhang Ye had been forcefully given leave by a Deputy Director for the Literature Channel. The Leader nearly pleaded with him to take a break for two days with a confused expression of being at a loss over whether to laugh or cry. Why? This was because Zhang Ye was playing with his life for the entire week. Every day, he would reserve the recording studio during the day. If he could not get a long time slot, he would reserve a time slot at night. He would obtain the key from the relevant personnel to work overtime throughout the night. He had completely recorded the fifty episodes of âGhost Blows Out the Lightâ. Together with the episodes recorded before, he had finished recording more than 60 episodes. The book was almost done.
In between, the episodes that were periodically broadcast gave Zhang Ye a total of 200,000 Reputation points. The few poems that spread online also kept contributing to his Reputation score. All of them added up to about 300,000 points. Zhang Ye used those points to buy three âMemory Search Capsulesâ. They allowed Zhang Ye to reinforce the text in âGhost Blows Out the Lightâ. Without a missing word, he could naturally record without a hitch. As usual, he went off-script during the entire process. In seven days, everyone in the station was used to this âwarpedâ existence.
From shock to amazement, from amazement to surprise, and from surprise to numbness!
In the end, everyone took Zhang Yeâs stunning performance for granted!
There were only a few episodes left before Zhang Ye finished recording. In Zhang Yeâs original world, a radio station had recorded the audio version of âGhost Blows Out the Lightâ after its crazy sales. It was done in 400-500 episodes, so how did he finish recording in less than 100 episodes? This was because, in his previous world, the ghost story segment was called âMidnight Strange Filesâ. It was half an hour long. Only about 20 minutes, or even less, of the novel was narrated during the segment. However, in this world, âLate-night Ghost Storiesâ was a segment that was an hour long. Furthermore, Zhang Yeâs narrative speed was much faster than the average personâs. As a result, the number of episodes were naturally reduced.
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In the morning.
Zhang Ye was washing up. The seven days of continuous work and disruptive working schedule had affected his mental state. Even while smoking to refresh himself, he would keep yawning.
There was actually no need for him to work so hard.
But why did Zhang Ye work so hard? There were four reasons.
Firstly, he needed to be worthy of the Leaderâs appreciation!
Secondly, he needed to be worthy of the audienceâs love!
Thirdly, if he finished recording the program early, he could get a bonus!
As for the fourth reasonâ¦Well, the fourth reason is that the first and second reasons were not important at all!
After checking his salary and bonus online, Zhang Ye immediately cheered up. After realizing that he had not been home for a long while, he went down to take the subway as he headed to his parentsâ home.
His parents lived in Caishikou, a small neighborhood in Beijing that was neither young or old.
Just as he arrived, Zhang Ye met a few of his old neighbors.
âEh, isnât this Little Ye? You are back? I havenât seen you in a long while.â an auntie said.
Zhang Ye greeted, âGood morning, Auntie Zhou. I moved out to stay alone a month ago. Iâve been busy working recently, so I didnât come back.â
âI heard from your parents that you are working at a radio station?â Another old uncle flapped a paper fan as he said, âThat is a good place. Itâs paid by the public, so do well.â
âOkay. Sure.â Zhang Ye went up after making some idle chat.
After pressing the doorbell, it was his mother who opened the door. She did not look happy, âItâs been a month. Now you know to return home?â
Zhang Ye gave a glance and gave an obsequious smile, âI was waiting to return only after having some success. Whereâs dad? He isnât working today, right?â
âHim? Heâs reading the papers.â Mom kicked a pair of slippers to her son.
Zhang Ye bent over and wore them. Upon entering the living room, he saw his dad sitting on the sofa, reading Beijing Times. âDad, Iâm back. Howâs your and Momâs health?â
Dad never said much, âItâs good. Howâs work?â
Zhang Ye seemed happy, âItâs good. This monthâs salary has been paid. Together with the bonus, itâs a total of 18,000.â
âWhat?â Momâs ears immediately perked up. She turned from sorrow to joy, âWhy is there so much? Arenât you in your probation period? You shouldnât have established yourself, right?â
Zhang Ye smiled. âThe wage isnât a lot, but the bonus is quite a lot. There is a 5,000 contribution reward and another 8,000 performance award. With my wage and benefits added together, thatâs why I was paid so much.â
âMy son sure is good.â Mom beamed, âI already said my son will amount to something!â
Dad said squarely, âDonât be arrogant. This little bit of results isnât anything.â
Mom squinted at Zhang Ye and pursed her lips, âHear what your Dad is saying. Every night, he will listen to your program in front of the radio. Sometimes he would not even agree to lowering the volume when I find it noisy. That episode where you used a modern poem to save a girl? He also listened to it. He even praised your modern poemâs standard. He even recorded those few poems down. Heh. Anyway, I didnât understand that poem of yours.â
Dadâs expression changed, âMust you say so much?â
Mom snorted, âIâm just speaking the truth. What are you staring for? Do you think only your staring eyes are the biggest?â
Zhang Ye chuckled. The approval of his family was his greatest encouragement. He said, âItâs almost noon. Mom, Dad. Thereâs no need to cook today. Letâs go out and eat. Since this is my first hard-earned wage, I must treat you to a good meal. Letâs go!â
Mom said happily, âAlright. I want to enjoy my sonâs treat.â
Dad was about to say something, such as donât be a spendthrift, as their living conditions were not that great. However, with Zhang Ye and Mom pulling him, Dad eventually went to change.
Downstairs.
Mom pulled out her cellphone like an avant-garde. âLet me check what good restaurants there are nearby.â
Zhang Ye asked, âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm checking the reviews online. I just learned about it from my colleagues.â Mom began to clumsily maneuver through her cellphoneâs functionality.
Zhang Ye scoffed and looked down on Mom, âOnline reviews? You are too passe. What year is it now? What you are doing isnât scientific nor precise. Look at me!â Zhang Ye took out a signing pen that he always brought along and threw it into the air. After the pen dropped to the ground, he pointed along the direction of the pen tip to a street diagonally across. âThat restaurant has delicious food!â
Mom, ââ¦â
Dad said, âAs a college graduate, can you not be so superstitious?â
Zhang Ye stubbornly said, âBelieve me. That restaurant definitely is good. Iâve never been wrong with throwing stuff â or else, how do you think I scored such a high score during my English college entrance exams?â
The restaurant was not small and there were quite a number of people.
The trio were led to a table in the back by a waiter.
A waitress politely said, âWhat do the three of you want to eat?â
Mom said casually, âSon, you do the ordering, but donât order things that are too expensive. It is unnecessary.â
Zhang Ye acknowledged. With almost 20,000, he was now a little tycoon. What was the use in having so much money? Isnât it meant to be used? Furthermore, he was now a public figure. He needed to maintain his reputation, so he said with confidence, âWhat is your most expensive dish here?â
The waitress said with a surprise, âThe most expensive?â
Zhang Ye nodded, âRight. Feel free and say it boldly!â
The waitress answered, âDeep-Fried Mandarin Fish is quite expensive. And depending on the portion, a fish can cost about 300 after preparation. Right, we also have abalone. One portion is 120. How many portions do you want?â
Zhang Ye snapped his fingers, âGood, very good. Give meâ¦a plate of Kung Pao chicken, a plate of Shredded Pork with Garlic Sauce and three bowls of rice. That would be all!â
The waitress nearly vomited out blood. After all that she said, he did not want any of that?
After the waitress left, Mom embarrassingly said, âWhy did you ask about all of that!?â
Zhang Ye coughed, âI never expected it to be so expensive. Also, didnât you say not to order stuff thatâs too expensive? We still need to live. So we shouldnât be too extravagant.â
Mom said angrily, âYou are too cheap!â
Dad interjected, âIsnât that something he learned from you? You mother-son duo were born money-faced!â