At night.
"Talk About the World"’s broadcast studio.
Ten minutes before the broadcast began, Zhang Ye, who was the guest, came inside. Wang Xiaomei was already here, head bowed and busy with her preparations. She did not bother to look at Zhang Ye. Her phone call editor was also in the room, a youth whose face had many moles. Compared to Wang Xiaomei, he was much nicer.
"Teacher Zhang, you have come? Please, take a seat here."
"Okay. This is my earpiece?"
"Yes, please put it on and test it. I will adjust it for you."
"Yes, it sounds just nice; the mic is fine, too."
"Then, the live broadcast is nine minutes away. I will go to the other side."
The phone call editor went into the soundproof room. With every minute that passed, he gave a gesture to signal.
In the last thirty seconds, Wang Xiaomei suddenly said, "I'll repeat it; do not speak without thought and follow my views and rhythm."
