Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 104 Retreating to Advance

Looking at Lin Yiyi's pitiful appearance, Cheng Ming couldn't help but sigh.

But his face remained tense; he had to make this act smooth and convincing.

"snort."

Cheng Ming snorted coldly, turned his head away, and raised his chin slightly.

"Oh, please don't do that~"

Zhao Yufeng was going all out at this point.

They were indeed in the wrong. They broke in early in the morning and treated a hero who had "sacrificed himself for art" as a heartless man for interrogation. If this got out, wouldn't Zhao, the heroine, have any face left?

She gritted her teeth, grabbed Cheng Ming's shoulders with both hands, and forcefully pressed him back onto the bed, saying, "Alright, alright, we were wrong. We'll apologize to you, okay?"

Zhao Yufeng's handsome face was plastered with a fawning smile, which looked a little stiff, but his sincerity was undeniable: "You must be exhausted from yesterday's day, sit down and rest for a while."

As she spoke, she turned and glared fiercely at Wang Shuo, who was standing to the side watching the show, venting all her anger on the fat man: "What are you standing there for? Go get Old Cheng a glass of water! Didn't you hear him say his voice is hoarse? Don't you have any sense at all!"

"A concubine's son!"

Wang Shuo agreed without hesitation. He ran off to get water, and as he passed Cheng Ming, he secretly winked at Cheng Ming and gave him a thumbs up, behind Zhao Yufeng's back.

high!

That's brilliant!

My godfather's move of "retreating to advance" is a perfect example of understanding Sun Tzu's Art of War!

Gu Xiao also came over at this time.

She didn't act cute or charming like the other two; that's not her style.

As the team's "financial minister" and "rational leader," she prefers to let the data speak for itself.

She simply took Cheng Ming's phone from the bedside table, unlocked it skillfully, and opened the creator center in the background.

Looking at the red growth curve, a strange light flashed in Gu Xiao's clear and cold eyes.

"In just one night, the video garnered over 15 million views on Bilibili, and its total online viewership exceeded 100 million... These numbers are definitely worth fighting for."

She put her phone back on the bedside table, a slight smile curving her lips, instantly melting away her previous aloofness: "We acted impulsively this time. As compensation, breakfast is on me today. What do you want to eat? Even if it's an Australian lobster flown in from Australia, I'll get it for you."

This is the source of a rich woman's confidence.

Cheng Ming felt secretly pleased.

That's right.

Not only did he resolve the crisis in the chaotic situation, he also incidentally established his position within his family... no, his team.

He sighed dramatically, took the warm water Wang Shuo handed him, took a sip, and moistened his somewhat dry throat.

"I'll skip breakfast; I have no appetite."

Cheng Ming put down his water glass, rubbed his sore neck, and then casually pounded his lower back, saying meaningfully, "It's just that my whole body... I've been holding that collapsing pose for too long while acting, and it's really sore."

The voice just fell.

"I'll do it!"

Lin Yiyi volunteered.

She kicked off her shoes, and her little feet in white socks stepped onto the edge of the bed, kneeling directly behind Cheng Ming.

"Brother Xiaoming, I recently learned a traditional massage technique online, specifically for relieving fatigue. Let me give you a massage!"

Before Cheng Ming could speak, a pair of soft, boneless little hands had already placed on his shoulders.

Although Lin Yiyi looked delicate, she was, after all, a guzheng player, and her fingertips were quite strong, pinching the strings with just the right amount of force.

"Is this the place? Is it comfortable?"

She leaned very close, and the faint scent of jasmine mixed with the girl's unique body fragrance wafted into Cheng Ming's nose.

His words carried a hint of ingratiation.

"Ahem... a little to the left, yes, right there."

Zhao Yufeng felt a pang of sympathy as he watched this scene.

We absolutely cannot let Lin Yiyi steal the spotlight!

"Alright, since Yiyi is giving you a shoulder massage, then this heroine will condescend to give you... give you a leg massage!"

Although Zhao Yufeng was stubborn, his actions spoke louder than words.

She moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, then unceremoniously grabbed Cheng Ming's calf and placed it directly on her firm, muscular thighs.

She regularly works out at the gym, and her grip strength is astonishing.

When he started, he only intended to give a massage, but he didn't control his strength well and pinched Cheng Ming so hard that he almost cried out on the spot.

"Ouch—be gentle! Lady Zhao, are you trying to dislocate my leg?"

Cheng Ming gasped and protested through gritted teeth.

"Bear with it! If it flows smoothly, it won't hurt; if it hurts, it won't flow smoothly! Look how stiff your muscles are!"

Zhao Yufeng glared at him, but subtly lightened the pressure in her hands and began to massage along the muscle lines with care.

To be honest, while this violent aesthetic was a bit hard to accept at first, once you get used to it, the deep, tingling sensation is really on point.

Wang Shuo watched in stunned silence.

She was still holding the water she had just poured for herself, but she forgot to drink it, her mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

Holy crap?

Is that all?

Just a moment ago they were having a fierce trial, but now they're enjoying an emperor-level experience?

My godfather truly lives up to his name!

This skill, this mental fortitude, this ability to control the situation.

"Oh, right."

Cheng Ming closed his eyes, enjoying the service of the two beautiful women, but he couldn't forget his business.

"Now that everyone's here, let's get down to business."

"You mean the promotional video for our hometown?"

Gu Xiao pulled up a chair, sat opposite the bed, and instantly resumed working mode with her phone's memo function in hand.

"That's right."

Cheng Ming opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in them, his previous laziness vanishing completely: "I have a rough idea for the promotional video for my hometown, and the script outline is pretty much in my head. This time, I'll still take an unconventional approach."

Cheng Ming kept everyone in suspense and didn't go into details, but simply arranged: "We're leaving in three days. We'll be taking Da Shuo, Li Feng, Sister Panda, and Lady Zhao with us. This filming period might be quite long, and the environment will be rather harsh, so you should be mentally prepared."

"We'll need your help with things at the company then."

Cheng Ming looked at Gu Xiao.

In this team, he is the brain, Li Feng is the core of the technology, Wang Shuo is the executor, and Gu Xiao is the indispensable steward.

Without her overseeing things from behind the scenes, handling those tedious business negotiations and financial statements, Cheng Ming would never have been able to be such a carefree, hands-off manager.

"Yes, no problem."

Gu Xiao nodded, her fingers flying across the screen as she wrote: "I will reschedule the upcoming business trips in detail, giving you a month to spare."

Cheng Ming nodded in satisfaction, then, as if remembering something, casually asked, "By the way, isn't Teacher Wu Bai's concert in the next couple of days?"

"Tomorrow night, at the provincial gymnasium."

Gu Xiao replied without looking up, "I've already had someone reserve Yu Xi's ticket. It's a VIP ticket, right below the stage."

"That's fine."

""

Cheng Ming couldn't help but sigh, his eyes becoming somewhat profound.

Finally, I'm going to compete against the first heavyweight since I transmigrated!

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