On the morning of the second day.
Back in China, people gradually caught wind of the news.
At Zhang Ye's Studio, everyone was coming in to work as usual.
"Morning."
"Morning, Director Ha."
"Brother Zuo, you're here already?"
"Good morning. Nothing happened during the night, right?"
"No, nothing. Ever since Director Zhang reached the summit, there have been fewer people scolding him these days."
"Eh, what's the matter? What's with this?"
"What is it, Little Wang?"
"Look, why has Director Zhang's popularity on the Asian Celebrity Rankings Index suddenly gone up?"
"It's very normal for it to rise by a little, isn't it?"
"It's not just by a little, it's risen by quite a bit!"
"What? That can't be."
