Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 109 The Escape in Progress

Chengdu, an apartment.

"Achoo!"

Huang Yuxi, wearing pajamas, sneezed loudly and rubbed her slightly sore nose.

Who's talking about me...?

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She muttered something, then grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the bedside table and took a swig.

My head is still spinning, like I'm having a hangover.

But she didn't drink a drop of alcohol last night; she got drunk on the concert and the man who shone on stage.

"Ugh."

She sprawled back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, and scratched her messy long hair in frustration.

"Huang Yuxi, Huang Yuxi, what are you pretending to be so reserved for!"

She slammed her fist on the mattress, cursing with regret, "The atmosphere was so perfect last night! Even if he was exhausted, you should have just forced yourself on him! You'd never get another chance like this!"

She felt genuinely sorry for Cheng Ming after the concert ended last night.

Seeing him backstage so exhausted that he collapsed on the sofa, not even wanting to move a finger, and how dizzy he looked after having dinner with Teacher Wu Bai.

She suppressed her anger, acted as a virtuous wife and loving mother, and left after sending the person back to the studio.

The results of it?

She tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, her mind filled with Cheng Ming's heart-wrenching high-pitched voice and the words "for a special person."

"no."

Huang Yuxi sat up abruptly, her eyes turning fierce.

"Now that I've fallen for you, there's no reason for me to let you go!"

She grabbed her phone, opened WeChat, looked at the familiar profile picture, and typed rapidly:

[Be careful on the road. Send me your location when you arrive in the old town. Also, if you dare to flirt, I'll break your legs!]

send.

Looking at the green dialog box on the screen, Huang Yuxi chuckled to herself, then hummed "Wanderer's Love Song," a tune even a dog would shake its head at, and rushed into the bathroom in high spirits.

At the same time, in the office of Reverse Media.

If the outside is a carnival, then this is a battlefield.

"Hello, this is Niliu Media. Yes, for business cooperation, please send an email—what? Endorsement? Sorry, Mr. Cheng Ming is currently not accepting micro-business clients—not even if you're selling rockets!"

Gu Xiao threw her hot phone on the table, and before she could even catch her breath, the landline on the table rang again as if it were a death knell.

"ah!!!"

Gu Xiao frantically ruffled her short hair, completely destroying her usual aloof and sophisticated image.

Beside him, Li Qiang was sweating profusely as he typed on the computer keyboard. His thick fingers looked particularly clumsy on the keyboard, as if he were embroidering.

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"Sister Xiao, this—this shampoo endorsement, they're offering three million, are you going to take it?" Li Qiang turned around and asked with a simple and honest look.

"What the hell!"

Gu Xiao rolled her eyes and casually picked up a document to fan herself: "Is Cheng Ming's hair a wig? It's natural! Hiring with this kind of shady brand is just a drop in his value!"

"And Li Qiang, when I asked you to reply to an email, was that a reply? That was a threatening letter! Change your wording to be more tactful!"

Li Qiang shrank back, looking aggrieved. "I was already being very gentle. I even used the word 'please.'"

Gu Xiao helplessly rubbed her forehead.

Since the driving school trilogy and last night's concert have become so wildly popular, the phone here hasn't stopped ringing.

Countless brands, variety shows, and film and television production teams, like mad dogs unleashed from their cages, launched a barrage of attacks.

Although Huang Yuxi helped with the screening, the remaining workload was still daunting.

We must hire people.

Gu Xiao gritted her teeth and wrote several large characters heavily on the notebook:

Recruiting is urgent!

If this continues, she, the housekeeper, will die from overwork before Cheng Ming even returns from filming.

"Sister Xiao,"

Li Qiang suddenly pointed at the computer screen, his eyes wide like saucers: "Shuyin sent a message saying they really can't take it anymore. The students are practically wearing down the school's entrance. They're begging Brother Ming if they can give us a break..."

Gu Xiao was taken aback, then a cold, beautiful smile appeared on her lips.

"I never thought that Shu Yinqiang would admit defeat one day..."

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Meanwhile, in the ancient city.

The conference room of the Culture and Tourism Bureau was filled with smoke.

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Director Zhang Jianguo beamed with joy as he looked at the data on the big screen.

"Look! Look at everything!"

He pointed at the soaring search index on the screen, slamming his fist on the table with tremendous excitement: "This is popularity! This is traffic! Our ancient city has promoted itself for so many years, spent so much money, and it still doesn't generate as much attention as Cheng Ming singing a single song!"

The cadres below nodded in agreement, their faces beaming with joy.

"Director, we just received news from the railway bureau that bookings for high-speed rail tickets to our area have tripled in the past week."

"The hotel association also said that the occupancy rate of guesthouses around the old town has reached 80%."

Zhang Jianguo took a deep drag of his cigarette and waved his hand dismissively: "Pass down the order! All departments—sanitation, public security, transportation—must be on high alert!"

"Cheng Ming is already on his way. Anyone who dares to mess up will be skinned alive!"

"Especially that exorbitantly priced noodle dish," "illegal taxis," and the "Auntie, let me tell you something" sign in front of the train station.

Investigate thoroughly!

"Anyone who dares to tarnish the reputation of this ancient city at this critical juncture will regret it!"

"yes!"

As for Cheng Ming, the instigator.

At this moment, data and such are irrelevant to him, because he is leading his team on their "escape."

No, it's a career of seeking inspiration.

The black SUV, like a steel beast, sped along the highway leading to the ancient city.

in the driver's seat.

Li Feng gripped the steering wheel, his eyes gleaming with the fervor of someone finally "released from prison."

As a tech geek, he's been holding back for over a month since that "artistic" moment!

Now that he's finally free from that dreadful Chengdu, this guy even thinks the exhaust fumes on the highway taste sweet.

"Cool!"

Li Feng slapped his thigh and pressed the accelerator a little harder, but the car remained as steady as a rock: "It really has to be a Mercedes-sponsored car. This driving experience is even more exhilarating than rendering videos in the server room!"

In the passenger seat, Wang Shuo was looking up travel guides on his phone, and he almost drooled on the screen.

"Old Li, drive steadily, don't shake my paomo (pita bread soaked in mutton soup) apart."

Wang Shuo swallowed hard, then turned to Cheng Ming, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back row: "Old Cheng, the snacks in the ancient city are so plentiful, can we go eat something else when we get there?"

Cheng Ming leaned back in the leather seat and heard Wang Shuo's words. His lips twitched.

"Are you going to film a promotional video, or are you going to have dinner?"

"Food is the most important thing for people, you need to be well-fed to have the strength to work, and besides, I'll stop by your house to visit your uncle and aunt..."

Wang Shuo chuckled, then his gaze swept mischievously over the other two seats in the back row, his tone instantly turning sly: "However, I noticed that the two behind you seem a little different today..."

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