Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 123 Focus on Civilian Use

The night was dark.

Inside the workshop of Zhao's Precision Special Steel Factory, sparks flew everywhere.

Although Zhao Gang couldn't understand what these college students were up to, he decided to give it a shot and called over two experienced welders for help.

"Sizzle—"

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The light from the welding torch illuminated Cheng Ming's focused face as he instructed the workers on how to install a tripod.

Wang Shuo rummaged through drawers and cabinets, finding several tattered curtains and bed sheets that he didn't know where they came from.

"Godfather, does wearing this on your head really make you look like an oil tycoon?" Wang Shuo draped a red checkered tablecloth over his head and looked at himself in the mirror.

"temperament."

Cheng Ming didn't turn his head, holding a marker and drawing lines on the steel pipe: "As long as your eyes are fierce enough, and you're dressed like this, you'll definitely be the top boss in the Middle East. Remember, tomorrow your lines need to have a bit of an accent, that feeling of treating money like dirt."

Li Feng was adjusting the equipment, the camera pointed at the rows of gas cylinders, along with the tripod and steel pipes, his expression complex: "Old Cheng, this scene..."

The next day, the sun shone brightly.

On the open ground of the factory area.

Hundreds of brand-new steel pipes are neatly arranged, gleaming with the beauty of industrial violence under the sunlight, while dozens of gas cylinders are piled up next to them, their red color glaringly obvious.

"Action!"

Li Feng carried the camera steadily, as steady as a rock.

The background music, "aankhenkhuli," with its catchy and curry-flavored rhythm, instantly explodes into the air.

In front of the camera.

Cheng Ming and Zhao Yufeng were dressed in blue overalls with the words "Zhao's Precision Special Steel Factory" printed on their chests. They held wrenches in their hands, presenting an unassuming image of factory managers.

Wang Shuo and Li Feng (Li Feng enters the frame after the camera is fixed in position) walked in with red and white checkered tablecloths on their heads, sunglasses on their noses, and two huge nuts in their hands, looking like they didn't recognize anyone.

The music was perfectly timed.

Cheng Ming suddenly turned around, his face beaming with the enthusiasm of a salesman, and pointed at Wang Shuo, singing, "Rich guy, rich guy, look here! We two run a factory!"

He casually put his arm around Zhao Yufeng's shoulder. Zhao Yufeng stiffened for a moment, but then remembered Cheng Ming's instructions from the night before, and reluctantly cooperated by making a "please look at the product" gesture.

Cheng Ming slid down to the pile of steel pipes, slamming his hand on them with a loud thud: "Why don't you sit down and take a look at the products? A dazzling array to satisfy you!"

Wang Shuo and Li Feng exchanged a glance, then simultaneously crossed their arms, looking smug, and rapped in extremely broken Chinese, "We two~ never buy products from outside!"

Their tone and demeanor were exactly like those of two nouveau riche who had just returned from selling oil and didn't know how to spend their money.

Cheng Ming remained completely unfazed. He casually picked up a steel pipe and twirled it with one hand, making it look like a fire poker in his hand: "Don't worry, our product quality is top-notch! Look how sturdy this steel pipe is, and the length is uniform!"

Close-up shot.

The steel pipe has a clean cut and an astonishingly thick wall.

Cheng Ming casually slammed the steel pipe into the ground, leaving a white mark on the cement floor.

Then, with a swift turn, he pointed as if by magic to the pile of gas cylinders with added tail fins: "These gas cylinders are cheap too, I'll add tail fins for you if you want!"

In the video, Zhao Yufeng cooperatively holds up a gas cylinder whose tail fin gleams in the sunlight, exuding a certain indescribable aerodynamic beauty.

Wang Shuo took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of critical eyes. He squatted down, pretended to tap the gas cylinder, and said with a look of disgust, "The product is too rough and not refined or beautiful enough."

However, Cheng Ming's next reaction surprised everyone.

He grabbed Wang Shuo's shoulder, a mysterious smile that said, "You don't know what I'm talking about," and leaned close to the camera, lowering his voice to sing, "You don't understand how exciting it is to cook over a fire like this!"

He waved his hand, pointing to the mountain of inventory behind him: "I'll also throw in a VIP package for you, made with Changshan materials, and the price will absolutely satisfy you—only 270 yuan for a set!"

270!

Upon hearing this number, Wang Shuo and Li Feng's eyes widened instantly.

Wang Shuo tossed his sunglasses aside, pulled out a stack of pre-prepared prop banknotes (training coupons) from his pocket, and scattered them into the air: "Buy! All of it! Habibi!"

Musical climax.

The four of them started dancing a mesmerizing Indian dance around the pile of steel pipes and gas cylinders.

Lin Yiyi watched in stunned silence, forgetting to use the reflector she was holding.

This art style is...it's so weird!

Despite being a dilapidated factory and filled with unsold industrial waste, Cheng Ming's cinematic language and catchy background music somehow managed to create the feeling of a "treasure trove" transaction scene.

Especially the final freeze-frame.

Cheng Ming stood in the center, his feet on a gas cylinder, his shoulder carrying a seamless steel pipe, his eyes fixed resolutely on the distance.

A line of large text was added next to it:

Zhao's Precision Special Steel Factory—Focusing on Civilian Use.

"Card!"

Li Feng shouted and ran over, covered in sweat, to watch the playback.

Zhao Gang had been watching from the sidelines the whole time, and only now did he dare to come closer, looking apprehensive: "Xiao Cheng, this... will this work?"

"We're singing and dancing, how can foreigners understand it?"

"Uncle, just you wait and see."

Cheng Ming took off his work clothes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a confident smile curved his lips: "This isn't just for entertainment. Once this video is posted on the internet, with a few specific hashtags like #DIY# and #CivilianTools#, and tagging a few Middle Eastern buyers..."

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He patted the gas cylinder with the tail fin: "In less than three days, not only will your factory's inventory be cleared out, but you'll also have to work overtime to produce more."

"Alright, stop staring blankly."

Cheng Ming glanced at Zhao Yufeng, who was still in a daze: "Edit the footage and release it tonight. Also, Uncle, you'd better contact the steel mill in advance to get the raw materials. Get as much as you can, otherwise we won't have any ingredients to cook when the orders come in."

Zhao Gang nodded with some doubt, but his heart was still pounding with anxiety.

These days, you have to add a tail fin to a gas cylinder, and you have to specify the diameter and length when you sell steel pipes?

The world is changing too fast; this old factory director really can't understand it anymore.

That night.

This video, titled "Changshan Zhao Zilong's Armory," was edited and translated with Li Feng's superb skills and "million-dollar sound tuning" by Cheng Ming. It spread not only on Bilibili but also quietly went online on foreign websites.

The video cover prominently features a gas cylinder with a tail fin, looking menacing, along with a custom-made steel pipe.

The title is simple and straightforward:

[Zhao's Precision Special Steel Factory? Only 270 RMB, bring happiness home!]

The moment the video was released.

Somewhere in the Middle East, thousands of miles away.

A man with a full beard and a headscarf was scrolling through his phone idly when suddenly his fingers stopped.

On the screen, the Eastern man, swaying wildly to the music and wielding a steel pipe, instantly pierced his soul—

soul.

He jumped to his feet and shouted towards the door in fluent Arabic, "Quick! Contact Zhao's Precision Steel Factory! Ask them if they can ship the can with the tail fin and the steel pipes free of charge! I need as many as I need!"

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