Upstairs at the Beijing Television Station.
Today was National Day, so not many people worked. However, even the small number of people who came to work was definitely more people than people from other industries by several times. As this was a television station, it was similar to supermarkets or shopping malls. They were busier during this period. There were quite a number of people working overtime, who not far from Zhang Ye, who were looking at him.
"What was that sound just now?"
"I also heard it. It sounded like cracking."
"Did that youth come for an interview? What was he doing just now?"
"Yeah, why was there so much noise? Was he molting?"
A few people began discussing as they pointed fingers at Zhang Ye. They found him weird.