Throughout the unit, the news spread like wildfire.
"Did you hear? Wang Xiaomei from the Literature Channel was knocked off her perch!"
"It's that Zhang Ye from the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, right? This rookie emerged out of nowhere. If not for his average looks, he would be someone in the future. It's a pity that he just lacks that little bit to succeed."
"Hey, why are you guys so outdated?"
"What's the matter, Old An? Did something happen again?"
"Zhang Ye's program has been halted and might be rescheduled to a weekend slot. He had lost his former positions as anchor for those two programs; he hasn't got a chance for this year's Silver Microphone Awards nomination!"
"Impossible!"
"Right... How can that be!"
"With his results, he can't get the Silver Microphone Award?"
