Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 87 Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to be used like this.

Chengdu, a little after 10 a.m.

The office area of ​​Niliu Media.

Even with the air conditioner running at full power, it couldn't mask the cloying sweetness of Red Bull's taurine and the distinctive burnt smell emanating from seven or eight computer towers running at full capacity.

"Beep beep beep"

"Ding-dong!"

"Buzzing"

Various message notification sounds came one after another.

Li Feng sat at his workstation, his once intelligent eyes now bloodshot.

His hair, which was as messy as a bird's nest, stubbornly stood up.

"Stay calm, stay calm for Dad..."

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Li Feng's hands flew across the keyboard as he muttered, "Don't let the server crash, please don't let it crash! It's not just data that's going to crash, it's money..."

Although he was so exhausted that he felt like he was about to die, the excited light in his eyes was frighteningly bright.

The thrill of watching the backend traffic data explode exponentially is both painful and extremely pleasurable.

Beside him was a visually striking scene.

Standing at 1.9 meters tall with a muscular build, Li Qiang was huddled awkwardly in an office chair that was too small for him.

His tight-fitting T-shirt was almost transparent because of his pectoral muscles.

At this moment, this strong man from Inner Mongolia, who can lift a 100-kilogram barbell with one hand, is carefully tapping on his phone screen with his two thick fingers, his fingers slightly raised in a delicate gesture.

"Holy crap! How did I click the wrong thing again!"

Li Qiang stared at the emoji he'd accidentally clicked on the screen because his finger was too big, sweating profusely. His honest face was filled with despair: "I can't take it anymore! I really can't! I can't reply to these private messages! How are these people so fast? Even after being single for thirty years, their typing speed isn't this outrageous!"

"Qiangzi, calm down."

Not far away, Zhang Wei, who looked remarkably like Teacher Luo, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

Although he looked exhausted, he still managed to perfectly capture the aura of an outlaw.

He quickly scanned the lawyer's letter in his hand, sneering, "This is nothing. The legal department is the real disaster area. Just now, three more clueless internet celebrities posted videos accusing the boss of plagiarism!"

"Ha, you want to sue us?"

"Don't you even bother to ask around? In Chengdu, this little corner of the world, if I, Zhang Wei, perform normally, the judge's gavel will tremble!"

However, the most brutal battlefields were still in the corners.

Huang Yuxi, a top student majoring in media and a part-time agent for the general manager, is currently sprawled out on the boss's chair, which is supposed to be ergonomic but is actually rock hard.

She was in a state of fluid, "Ge You slouch" posture.

Her once sharp and sophisticated business suit was now wrinkled and crumpled, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing her delicate collarbone.

Those long, proud legs were draped ungracefully over a cardboard box next to her, one of her high heels long since kicked off into some unknown corner, while the other half of her foot was still hanging there, swaying precariously with each breath.

"I can't take it anymore—"

Huang Yuxi let out a wail, her characteristic boldness and straightforwardness as a Northeastern girl completely transformed into a dejected despair.

She struggled to raise her hand to reach for the water glass on the table, but her wrist went limp and her fingertips slipped off the glass as soon as they touched the side.

"Li Feng, how many emails do you still not reply to?"

"Advisor, while we were talking, more than three hundred more letters came in..."

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Li Feng didn't turn his head, clearly numb: "I've already filtered out the smaller, miscellaneous offers. What's left includes endorsement offers from five top-tier brands, audition invitations for three S-level variety shows, scripts from over a dozen film and television projects, and..."

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Li Feng's fingers suddenly stopped, staring at the email on the screen, his lips twitching wildly.

"What's wrong? Is it stuck?" Huang Yuxi asked weakly.

"no----"

Li Feng swallowed hard, his tone odd: "There's also an urgent business request from a pig feed factory. They say that the vibe of Lao Cheng's song 'Mundo' is a perfect match for their newly bred pigs, and they want to invite Brother Cheng to be their global spokesperson."

"ha?"

Huang Yuxi's somewhat unfocused eyes instantly focused.

"They've even come up with a 'GG' phrase—'Eat Golden Fertilizer, and even Mundo can turn into Sigma,'" the offer... five million.

"Get lost!!"

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the ground, and Huang Yuxi sprang up from her chair, letting out a final, desperate shout.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, and her chest was heaving violently, as if she had heard some huge joke.

"Are these people's brains filled with pig feed?!"

"You want our Cheng Ming to endorse pig feed? Is his face for pigs? You think you can buy Cheng Ming's image rights for five million? Dream on!"

After yelling that, she seemed to have exhausted her last bit of energy, and with a "thud," she went limp back into her chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Even the donkeys in this production team wouldn't dare to be used like that..."

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She rubbed her neck, which ached so much it felt like it was about to break, and felt her cervical spine protesting with a "crack" sound.

Twenty-six or twenty-seven is a watershed moment for bodily functions.

Back when I was in graduate school, staying up all night was a regular occurrence.

But now?

After staying up all night, I feel like I've lost half my life. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it's going to jump out of my throat.

Although only one day has passed.

But the thought of Cheng Ming and his friends living a carefree life in Shanghai, while she and Li Feng and their group of laborers were stuck at home guarding the tower, made her realize that...

She received a phone call with tinnitus in her ears, and replied to emails until her hands cramped; her anger flared up.

"This isn't being a counselor, it's being treated like a beast of burden!"

Huang Yuxi scratched her once smooth, long hair, somewhat frantic, a fierce glint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

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"When that little brat gets back, I'm making him reimburse me for my work injury! And compensation for emotional distress! Lost wages! Beauty treatments! Every single hair he loses from staying up all night will be charged!"

She gritted her teeth, the image of Cheng Ming returning already flashing through her mind.

"Make him kneel down and sing 'Conquer' for me—no, sing 'Mondo' a thousand times! He can't eat until he finishes! And he has to massage my feet while he sings!"

Just then.

"Bang!"

The studio door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a cool breeze carrying the scents of flowers and food rushed in, dispelling the burnt smell inside.

"I, Hu Hansan, am back!"

Wang Shuo's signature loud voice boomed like thunder in the deathly silent studio, making the water glass on the table tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of laughter and cheerful chatter filled the room.

Cheng Ming walked at the front, carrying several exquisite takeout boxes in his hand, with a carefree smile on his face that made you want to punch him.

He was wearing a clean white T-shirt and looked neat and tidy, which was a stark contrast to the refugees in the room.

Behind them were Gu Xiao and Lin Yiyi, both carrying large and small bags, clearly the spoils of their trip to Shanghai. They were both beaming and full of energy.

It's a pity about Zhao, she took too much damage yesterday and is not in good condition today, so she has gone back to rest.

"Hey, what time is it? You haven't had breakfast yet?"

Cheng Ming looked at the office, which resembled a refugee camp, raised an eyebrow, and said in a smug tone, "Looks like our company is very busy. That's a good thing, it means we're not far from going public and ringing the bell. Everyone will be a veteran then."

The air froze for three seconds.

The only sound was the computer's fan whirring.

Huang Yuxi, who was on her deathbed, suddenly sat up and turned her head sharply.

Those bloodshot eyes stared intently at Cheng Ming, like an enraged tigress.

"Cheng! Ming!"

A roar shook the entire office area.