Monday.
Slightly cloudy.
Beijing Television Station. Zhang Ye came early to the unit once again. After he put down his stuff, he was prepared to do some cleaning.
"Eh?" He suddenly realised that someone else was in the office, "You are?"
It was a fifty-something-year-old middle-aged man, who was almost fully bald, and who looked older than others his age. Upon seeing Zhang Ye, the middle-aged man curled his lips. He was holding a broom behind the door and was sweeping the floor, "You are Teacher Zhang?" You can just call me Old Wei. Hur hur. I am an editor of the Arts Channel. Everyone calls me Editor Wei or Old Wei."
Zhang Ye said, "Yo, then why are you doing the cleaning? Please leave it to me."
"It's fine." Editor Wei replied, "The cleaner is on leave today and I wasn't doing anything anyway."
"That won't do. I am younger; how can I let you do the work?" Zhang Ye tried to snatch the broom from him, "Besides, you are not from our team. You don't need to."