After running around for a week, Du Heng had just returned to his office when Director Zheng from the Hospital Office entered, grinning broadly.
"Dean, do you have a moment?"
"Sure, what's up?"
Director Zheng chuckled. "Great news, two pieces of it."
Seeing the broad smile on Director Zheng's round face, Du Heng couldn't help but smile himself. "Great news, and two pieces of it? Hurry up and spill."
"The interview time for "Striking the Truth" on Provincial TV Station is set for next Friday."
Director Zheng stealthily wiped beads of sweat from his neck. "But it's not a one-on-one interview. It's been changed to a salon discussion format. There will be a large audience present, and there might be some interaction with you."
Du Heng considered what a salon discussion entailed, then nodded. "Okay, no problem. But this isn't exactly good news, is it?"
"The Provincial TV Station sent over the appearance fee for the program—two thousand yuan." Director Zheng beamed.
