I’m Really a Superstar

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Let people go.

Director Song walked to a corner in the small courtyard of the police station, took out his cell phone, flipped through it, and made a call to Wang Shuixin.

"Hey, Lao Song." Wang Shuixin wasn't sleeping yet.

Director Song said in a bad tone: "Old Wang, Zhang Ye has been released. I want to say hello to you."

Wang Shuixin was stunned, "What? Let him go? Why let him go? He beat my son like that. Is your police station still..."

Director Song said angrily: "You have the nerve to tell me this? Just to help you, I almost lost my official title. The branch leaders scolded me several times, and the municipal bureau's Discipline Inspection Commission almost intervened to investigate our superiors. What can I do if I don’t let him go now that the instructions have been issued? Tell me what to do? Also, your son originally caused this problem in the first place. Don’t look for other reasons. You should be mentally prepared first. When your son is discharged from the hospital, we will definitely summon him here, and may even detain him and impose a fine. Old Wang, I have done my best to be benevolent and righteous. Whether you can listen or not, I can only say what I say. At this point, the pressure of public opinion caused by Zhang Ye's two poems is too great. No one can protect your son, and it must be dealt with."

Wang Shuixin said: "Old Song, we have known each other for so many years, you..."

Director Song said: "It's because we've known each other for so long that I've made peace with you. Also, don't come to me again about Zhang Ye. I'm afraid of him."

Caishikou.

My parents’ neighborhood.

Every household was almost asleep, and the community was quiet. After Zhang Ye was sent here by the old policeman, he got out of the car and went straight up the stairs.

Boom, boom, boom.

Zhang Ye said to the door: "Dad, Mom."

The door suddenly opened, and my mother hurriedly came out, "Hey, my son is back."

"Yeah, I'm back. Are you still asleep?" Zhang Ye went into the house to change his shoes.

"Why are we sleeping? Just now, your dad and I went to the police station to see you, but the police didn't let us in. I scolded them at the door for a long time," my mother said angrily.

Dad also walked out of the living room, "Are you hurt?"

"No, they were quite polite to me.

Zhang Ye said.

My mother glared and said, "Then what kind of poem did you write? Bayonets and beatings. You almost scared me and your father to death. Didn't they really beat you?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "They have to be brave. Haha, it's not that serious. I'm just writing casually because of my poetry. By the way, Mom, I'm hungry."

"Wait, I'll heat up some food for you." Mom went to the kitchen.

But her father stopped her, "I'm going to heat up the food. You call your relatives first."

Only then did my mother remember, "Yes, I almost forgot, they are still worried." After saying that, she went to the sofa and called, "Hey, Xiao Dan... let me tell you, your brother has already I’m back home and everything is fine... Yes, tell your parents not to worry... Okay..."

Seeing this, Zhang Ye also made a call. His friends and colleagues must also be thinking about them, and they probably contributed a lot, so he must inform them.

Beep beep, got through.

"Hello." There was a deep child's voice on the other end.

"Chenchen?" Zhang Ye blinked and said, "Why did you answer the call? Where is your aunt?"

Chenchen said in an adult tone: "Oh, it's Zhang Ye. My aunt went out for a run."

Running so late? But when she thought that Rao Aimin was a martial arts practitioner, she felt relieved, "I'm fine. I'm at my parents' house. Just let your aunt rest assured."

Chenchen's words were very irritating, "My aunt is very worried about you. My aunt said that good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years. You must be fine."

Zhang Ye: "...mn￥￥0"

This landlady, aunt, and brothers have all been sent to the police station. You are still so venomous.

Then, Zhang Ye called several other colleagues.

"Hey, Xiao Lu, it's me..."

"Hey, Brother Hu, I'm out..."

"Brother Hou, is your brother also with you? I'm at home. Thank you for thinking about me."

The rice was hot, but there were some leftovers, which must have been leftovers from what his parents had eaten at lunch or in the evening. Zhang Ye, who was used to being frugal, was not picky about food and wolfed down the food.

"Let's go to bed first." Dad said.

"You can eat it by yourself. You don't need to wash the bowl. Leave it for me to wash tomorrow." Mom also returned to the house.

The old couple had been worried all day, making phone calls and running to the police station. They were tired and had to go to work tomorrow, so they went to rest first.

After Zhang Ye finished eating, he still washed the dishes, then went back to his room, turned on the older desktop computer, and went online to inform fans that he knew that he could come out so smoothly this time. The fans' help was because they put pressure on the public security organs, and they helped him make this incident bigger and attract public attention, so Zhang Ye naturally had to report it to the fans first.

"I'm Zhang Ye. I'm at home now. Thank you for your concern and support. I'm fine. The police station has also investigated the matter clearly. I have reason to believe and I am willing to believe that our "The public security organs will not wrongly accuse a good person, nor will they let a bad person go." This sentence is well known in Zhang Ye's world, but it seems that this saying has not appeared in this world. Zhang Ye doesn't care and uses it anyway. The main thing is that he has to make peace with the other side. Anyway, he is fine. If the fans continue to be unyielding, it will have the opposite effect and cause some disharmonious social impact. That is not what Zhang Ye wants to see. .

"Haha, it's Zhang Ye"

"Teacher Zhang Ye is here"

"It's great that they finally let him go."

"I feel relieved now. I can finally sleep peacefully. Good night, Teacher Zhang."

"Victory, cheers, brothers. This is the victory of our Zhang Ye fan club. It is the result of everyone's hard work. Thank you to the brothers of Bar 6. Thank you to Zhang Tianhou's cosmic army. If it weren't for you, Teacher Zhang would definitely not be able to come out today. Dishui The kindness should be repaid with a spring of water."

Zhang Ye's fans started to celebrate

But Zhang Ye was startled when he saw it, Huh? 6 right? What is this place? Fans of Queen Zhang? Why are her fans joining in the fun? There was no Internet in the small dark room, so all Zhang Ye could do was spread the word and write two poems, but he didn't know the specific situation at all. So Zhang Ye quickly minimized the meager interface and went to his fan club's base camp post bar to ask about the situation.

Someone answered: "Thanks to the people from 6 Bar this time. They saw uneven roads and saw that our numbers were too small and our strength was insufficient, so they took the initiative to support us. Their people used your "Prison Song" and "My Confession" 》Almost read the entire forum, she’s so generous, and Zhang Tianhou, she rarely uses meager words, but she liked two of your poems in the evening, so some of Zhang Tianhou’s fans also came over later. people

After their explanation, Zhang Ye understood immediately. He was filled with emotion for a moment and his heart was warm. Without saying a word, he immediately went to Bar 6 and posted a message: "Thank you, the future is bright." Without saying much, he didn't say much. It's very simple, but the weight is very heavy. This is Zhang Ye's promise, and he will return this favor.

"You are welcome."

“When you see injustice, you naturally take action.”

"Good people are rewarded. Teacher Zhang doesn't need to thank us."

Everyone in the 6 forums responded one after another, and then the small forum owner of the Zhang Ye fan group communicated with the forum owner for a while. The two forums also exchanged links and became a friendly forum.

After finishing this, Zhang Ye put aside the matter about Zhang Yuanqi and looked online to see what happened when he entered the dark room. Then he saw Mr. Qian's speech, as well as Wang Xiaomei, Zhao Guozhou, Sister Zhou Tian Bin, etc. I am also very grateful for the support from my old colleagues.

He didn't have Mr. Qian's phone number, so he could only leave a small private message.

As for Zhao Guozhou, Tian Bin and the others, Zhang Ye called them one by one, informed them that they were safe, and thanked them.

After this battle, the number of people in Zhang Ye's fan club forum increased a lot again, adding several thousand people. Moreover, he checked the popularity evaluation value on the official star rating website used for popularity reference, and found that Zhang Ye had already stepped into the The ranking of fifth-tier artists is getting closer and closer to the fourth-tier artists.

Just overnight, Zhang Ye's popularity soared so much

In the final analysis, his two songs "My Confession" and "Prison Song" were so ruthlessly written and so beautifully written. The perseverance and fearlessness in the face of life and death really moved many people, even Zhang Ye. Well, many literary workers have left messages behind these two poems, and everyone's evaluation is very positive. Although this poem is a bit exaggerated for artistic processing in Zhang Ye's environment, but for the literary nature and spirit of it, No one would question these two poems, and everyone had a deeper understanding of Zhang Ye's artistic level.

After finishing these, finish what needs to be done.

Zhang Ye just turned off the computer, brushed his teeth and washed, and then lay on the bed and thought for a while. He still didn't think it was time to call Tianhou. After all, his wrists were too big. At this point, he didn't know whether he was sleeping or not. Then, Zhang Ye called Zhang Yuanqi sent a text message on his mobile phone. He first reported that he was safe, and then said thank you, "Thank you. Your fans have helped us a lot this time. If anything happens in the future, please speak to me."

No reply.

There was no movement for a long time.

Zhang Ye shrugged indifferently, put down his phone and got into bed to get ready for sleep.

About half an hour later, almost half past eleven at night, Zhang Ye's cell phone suddenly rang, and a text message came from Zhang Tianhou.

It says: "I really have something to ask you for. Come over tomorrow and do me a favor. I'll ask my agent to contact you later. That's it."

Zhang Ye replied: "Okay, but what is it? Why don't you reveal your true identity to me first?"

As a result, the queen never came back, which made Zhang Ye dumbfounded. Could your character be any worse? Will you die if you reply to me?