Reborn as a comedic artist

Wang Jianhua shrank back, not daring to utter another word.

Li Baoguo stood with his neck stiff, his face bearing the tragic sentiment of "I sacrifice myself for art."

Zhang Shengli and Liu Jianjun also sat down, but their eyes were still locked in a fierce battle.

Zhao Zhiqiang took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

He took a sip of goji berry tea to moisten his dry throat before slowly opening his mouth.

"Now is not the time to argue, it's the time to solve problems...!"

"Cheng Ming is now a golden brand for our Sichuan Conservatory of Music, that's beyond doubt."

Everyone nodded in agreement; that was indeed the truth.

Although Sichuan Conservatory of Music has produced some stars in the past, they only made a name for themselves many years after graduation.

Cheng Ming is the first person in the school's history to cause such a huge stir while still in school.

"Therefore, our primary task now is not to fight over which department he belongs to, but how to retain him and help him discover his greater value, so that we can give back to the school to the greatest extent possible!"

Zhao Zhiqiang tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes sharpening.

"All the major platforms and companies are definitely watching closely now. If we start fighting amongst ourselves again, this lucrative opportunity will be snatched away by outsiders...!"

Upon hearing this, the four deans' expressions hardened, and they instantly became united in their hatred of the enemy.

That's right, how they fight for it internally is their own business, but they can't let outsiders take advantage of it.

"The principal is right!!"

Li Baoguo was the first to speak up, his voice righteous and stern: "Cheng Ming is a student of our Sichuan Conservatory of Music. We must stand up and vet him, and not let those unscrupulous capitalists ruin and tarnish such a promising talent..."

Wang Jianhua nodded in agreement: "Exactly! Especially the copyright! The song 'The Wind Rises' absolutely cannot be sold off cheaply!"

"And there are brand ambassadors!"

Zhang Shengli added, "Our school's admissions brochure this year has to feature him on the cover! That's more effective than any other guy...!"

"And art direction! The school's promotional videos and various poster designs can all be handled by him!" Liu Jianjun was not to be outdone.

Seeing that the four had finally reached an agreement, Zhao Zhiqiang nodded in satisfaction.

He cleared his throat and presented the final issue.

"Very well, since we all share the same goal, let's talk about the second question..."

"To better support Cheng Ming's artistic creation and to demonstrate our Sichuan Conservatory of Music's emphasis on talent, I propose the establishment of a special inter-departmental project team with Cheng Ming at its core...!"

"The school provides direct funding, the best equipment, and the best resources to fully support us...!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the conference room fell silent again.

The four deans looked at each other, and each saw four words in the other's eyes.

—Who is the team leader?

Wang Jianhua spoke first, a confident smile on his face: "Well, I think...! Cheng Ming is, after all, a student in our photography department, so it's a perfect fit for me to lead this project team."

Li Baoguo suddenly stood up: "I object! The core of this project is music! It's that song 'The Wind Rises'! What do you, a photographer, know about chords? What do you know about emotional progression? This must be led by me!"

Zhang Shengli slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Old Li, you're wrong! The essence of this project is internet marketing! It's the fan economy! What do you artists know about the secrets of online traffic? Let me handle it, and I guarantee I'll turn Cheng Ming into a phenomenal idol within three months...!"

"Stop arguing! Art is interconnected. I think this child has excellent aesthetic sense. Why not let him learn to paint with me to cultivate his character? It will be more beneficial for his future development..." Liu Jianjun adjusted his glasses and said slowly.

"roll!"

"You're the one who should get lost!"

The meeting room, which had been calm for less than three minutes, was reignited, even more intensely than before.

Zhao Zhiqiang's temples throbbed as he looked at the scene before him, and he almost crushed the thermos in his hand.

He finally understood.

It's better not to have this meeting today.

He took a deep breath and roared with all his might.

"Stop arguing! Where's Cheng Ming...?"

"Call him over here! Let him choose for himself!"

...........

While the discussion about Cheng Ming was still going on in the Shuyin conference room.

Inside Cheng Ming's studio room on the other side.

The cell phone on the bedside table was vibrating at a high frequency, almost suicidal intensity.

Buzz—buzz—buzz—!

The speed at which a mobile phone operates is so high that if it were placed on the lumbar spine at this moment, it could cure a ten-year-old lumbar disc herniation.

Cheng Ming slowly sat up in bed, still a little dazed from the hangover, his vision blurred with stars.

I had originally expected that the "Shu Yin Trilogy" would have a lasting impact, but it seems that this impact is inexplicably strong.

Cheng Ming answered the phone casually.

On the other end of the phone, Old Wang's voice was still roaring: "Fifteen minutes! Just fifteen minutes! If you don't come soon, these old men might tear the administration building down...!"

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Ming rubbed his throbbing temples.

After getting dressed and arriving in the lobby, Wang Shuo was still holding his phone and grinning foolishly.

"Godfather, you're awake...?"

When Wang Shuo caught a glimpse of Cheng Ming out of the corner of his eye, he almost instinctively fawned over him.

Normally, this fat man would have engaged in friendly banter and interaction, but now, completely immersed in the sea of ​​vanity, he had no other thoughts.

Seeing that he couldn't stop himself, Cheng Ming grabbed the bottled water on the table and took a big gulp. The cold liquid rolled down his throat and finally calmed the churning in his stomach.

He then replied, "Fatty, hurry up and get things organized for those business meetings."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuo's smile instantly froze, his expression more distressed than if he were constipated.

"Huh? Me...?"

He pointed to his own nose, his face filled with terror: "Godfather, I'm enjoying the pinnacle of my life right now! How could a rough fellow like me handle such a high-class business deal? If I mess it up for you, even selling us wouldn't be enough to cover the losses...!"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to his phone screen, his fingers swiping rapidly, clearly wanting to continue indulging in the fans' compliments.

Cheng Ming rolled his eyes at him, tidying his slightly disheveled collar as he walked toward the restroom.

"A man can't say no."

As cold water splashed on his face, Cheng Ming looked at his slightly haggard but still outstanding face in the mirror and casually scratched his hair.

"First, do a general screening and eliminate those unknown small brands or even micro-businesses. Then, categorize and organize the remaining ones. As for detailed negotiations and contract review, go to Gu Xiao or your advisor."

"Alright! As long as I don't have to do the math with those people, I'm good at screening lists! This is called preliminary review, you know, I know everything....!"

Wang Shuo breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that they could find outside help.

He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and then slapped his shiny forehead with a sharp "smack".

"Oh right! I almost forgot about something important...!"

Wang Shuo sprang up from his chair, his bulky frame jiggling slightly. "I just received a private message from Bilibili, inviting us to their first-ever offline carnival mid-month! They've covered all the flights and accommodations, and even arranged a special session! What do you mean by that...?"

Cheng Ming paused for a moment while wiping his face.

Bilibili Carnival.

It seems that I am indeed a dark horse with considerable weight.

Cheng Ming tossed the towel back onto the rack and straightened his collar in front of the mirror:

"Okay, I'll make a note of this. I'll talk about it when I'm done with things at school. Our success is partly due to the platform's promotion, so we should give them the respect they deserve..."

"Alright! Then I'll keep them hanging for now...!" Wang Shuo chuckled and was about to sit back down.

Cheng Ming walked to the door, changed his shoes, glanced back at his godson who was still "drifting," and shook his head helplessly.

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but you're practically a vice president now."

Cheng Ming pointed at Wang Shuo with a look of exasperation:

"You need to develop the necessary judgment and understanding of procedures. Stop just chuckling and laughing all day long. If you keep putting things off when you go out to discuss projects, you'll just keep putting it off...?"

"Okay, I got it! I'll go reply right away..." Wang Shuo waved his hand dismissively, but his eyes remained glued to his phone screen.

Cheng Ming didn't say anything more.

After all, becoming an overnight sensation, experiencing a reversal of public opinion, and reaping both fame and fortune would make any normal person feel arrogant.

Wang Shuo's decision not to run naked in celebration already demonstrates his strong mental fortitude.

Let him have his fun first.

Cheng Ming pushed open the door and went out.

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