The live broadcast had finallye to an end.
"Mr. He, thank you for your participation, your story was very touching!" Suming stood up, the first to start pping.
Several other hosts immediately followed suit, pping vigorously. In the small room, apuse became a wave, which seemed to embarrass Mr. He a bit. He smiled and said, "Hey, I should be thanking the zoo for giving me this opportunity to speak my mind, to talk about the past. It feels like I''ve returned to that era, bringing back so many memories."
"That was exactly our goal."
Suming reached out and firmly shook Mr. He''s hand, then extended his hand to Wangwang. Mr. He chuckled, "Wangwang, shake hands with Mr. Su."
"Wu wu..." Wangwang was somewhat shy, cautiously lifting a front paw and cing it on Suming''s hand.
"Oh, there''s another thing, Mr. He." Suming had almost forgotten, he pped his forehead and said, "ording to the rules of the zoo''s live broadcasting tform, the gifts from the audience specified for you and Wangwang will be converted into cash for you. You just have to leave a bank ount number with the ountant."
A few young hosts were envious. During the live broadcast, there were several peaks of gift-giving, which amounted to quite a bit of money.
Unexpectedly, Mr. He promptly declined, "No need, Mr. Su, we agreed that we were here to promote animal protection, a responsibility everyone shares in the pursuit of a cultured society. As a teacher, I should lead by example. How could I possibly take the money!"
"That''s a different matter, Mr. He. Those gifts were given to you by the audience..."
Suming exined for a while, but Mr. He simply wouldn''t ept it.
Mr. He might have seemed nervous during the live broadcast and a bit wooden, but as a traditional intellectual, he had principles. A gentleman loves money and takes it in an honest way. Once he decided it wasn''t right to take the money, nothing could make him change his mind.
In the end, Suming suggested apromise. Mr. He''s gifts would be pooled with the zoo''s other charitable funds to be used for animal protection.
Mr. He refused to take money, but the zoo felt obliged to show their appreciation. Suming had a zoo pass made especially for Mr. He, granting him lifelong free entry to the zoo, and an eighty percent discount on all zoo expenditures.
Mr. He epted the card with a cheerful smile. After retirement, he loved to stroll around parks to exercise. Yangchuan City Zoo, with its beautiful scenery and fresh air, was also home to the animals. It was a fitting ce for family outings and for the elderly to walk and exercise in the morning. With this card, whenever he had some free time, he could conveniently take the bus there, adding a bit more joy to his retired life.
He called up a driver from the zoo to take Mr. He home. The first broadcast had concluded smoothly.
"Ah, I''m exhausted..." With no concern for appearing leader-like, Suming stretched in a big yawn, unable to stop yawning. Honestly speaking, hosting a live broadcast was tiring indeed, requiring constant mental focus for a long duration.
Of course, not all live broadcasts are as exhausting as ''Me and It.'' Most of the time, the hosts could be moreid-back.
But the ''Me and It'' segment, despite using the live streaming format, was in nature more akin to an interview show, simr to "A Date With Luyu." What appeared to be rxing banter in fact demanded a lot of energy from the host—nning the program, guiding the conversation, controlling the pace, and reacting to unexpected events, all rested on the host''s shoulders.
This was why Suming was keen on developing a group of promising hosts. ''Me and It'' was a weekly program, and it might even expand in the future. He certainly didn''t want to be a worn-out host.
Let the young ones be in the limelight. I''ll just sit back and strategize, happy with a bit of pocket money...
"Director, are we still going to have our debrief meeting?" a young host asked tentatively.
Suming was usually all smiles, never too serious, but when it came to official business, he was decisive and efficient. Prior to the start of the live broadcast, Suming had nned to hold a discussion meeting immediately afterwards, to analyze the gains and losses of the broadcast and make ns for the next steps. Learn and sum up while it''s fresh and hot.
But there''s also a saying: ns can''t keep up with changes. Suming was truly exhausted, the whole person felt even more tired than after a fight with Nangong Yan. His mind was nearly rusted shut, leaving him with no energy to preside over any debrief.
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I couldn''t show weakness in front of these young broadcasters, giving the impression that my word didn''t count.@@novelbin@@
"Yeah, of course we need to have the discussion meeting, but you guys are still young, and with such a huge amount of information from today''s broadcast, you might not fully grasp it all at once. So, to take care of you, I''ll give you a day to go back and summarize, and we''ll have the meeting tomorrow."
Suming, with his hands sped behind his back, shamelessly walked out of the broadcasting room.
Seeing that the meeting was off, the broadcasters actually let out a sigh of relief. During the live broadcast, they had been too preupied with their feelings to think about summarizing any insights or experiences.
Looking at each other, they all felt a weight lifted off their shoulders.
"Truly a good leader who knows his subordinates well," the young female broadcaster eximed.
A few male broadcasters were taken aback before they started to joke around.
"Little Tiger, have you fallen for the director? You know he''s a married man, right?"
"That doesn''t matter, the key is that maybe the director doesn''t like girls at all?"
Little Tiger red at the male broadcasters with her ws out, saying fiercely, "Why don''t you guys go die? Shuijun Lake doesn''t have a lid, I think you should just jump in..."
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Suming returned to the Whisperwind Pavilion, fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and halfway through his sleep, he felt something furry on his face. He didn''t know if it was a panda that had run out, a monkey, or maybe a cat or dog.
Not caring, he grabbed whatever it was and hugged it to his chest like a big pillow, continuing to sleep.
He slept till the next morning when it was just barely light out. Suming yawned, opened his eyes, and felt something warm and soft in his arms that seemed to be alive.
Looking down, he said, "Eh? When did you crawl into my arms? Shoo, shoo, don''t you be eating my tofu."
The big ck cat looked up at Suming with his light yellow pupils upright, a face full of grievance. Was it really him crawling into your arms? It was clearly you who dragged me over to be your pillow, you know. My fur''s wet, all with someone''s drool on it, so disgusting...
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"As a cat, how can you be so messy? Go take a bath!" After the drool dried, it left a strange smell, and Suming suspiciously tossed the big ck cat off the bed.
The big ck cat literally wanted to w him to death.
But the cat''s prideful nature ultimately prevailed, and toozy to bother with these humans, the big ck cat flicked its tail and strutted out of the Fengshui Pavilion with a cat''s gait.
The morning at the Yangchuan City Zoo brought air filled with the fragrance of grass. Outside the Fengshui Pavilion, on the smallke''s edge, a dozen or so cats of various sizes lined up on the water tform, dipping their heads to lick and drink the water.
The sight of a dozen tails standing and swaying together was quite a spectacle.
"So many... erect tails!" Suming was in high spirits,ughing heartily to the sky, with the essence of a filthy cat spirit.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he shook off the filthy cat spirit and went off to preside over the summary meeting with an air of decency.
Halfway there, Nangong Yan called.
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