Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 88 I, Qin Shi Huang, am sending money.

Sit up in shock from dying!

Huang Yuxi, with a sudden burst of strength, sprang up from her chair, grabbed a hard cushion from the table, and slammed it down with all her might.

"You heartless, black-hearted boss!"

The cushion traced a graceful parabola through the air, hurtling straight toward Cheng Ming's face with a whooshing sound.

Cheng Ming shifted his body slightly to the side, his movements fluid and graceful, catching the pillow with one hand.

"Calm down, counselor, calm down."

Cheng Ming smiled as he looked at Huang Yuxi, who was on the verge of exploding: "Women are prone to wrinkles when they get angry, especially when they stay up late. Collagen is lost very quickly, and even hyaluronic acid injections can't make up for it later."

"How dare you say that!"

Huang Yuxi's chest heaved violently with anger, her proud curves trembling with each breath. Wang Shuo, who was standing next to her, subconsciously swallowed and quickly looked away, silently reciting, "Don't look at what you shouldn't see. This is our counselor."

"We're working ourselves to the bone at home, while you guys are having a blast in Shanghai!"

Huang Yuxi pointed to the mountain of documents, her voice trembling, her eyes reddening: "Do you know how many people have contacted you in just one day?"

"The phone line almost burned out! I've been talking myself hoarse! Even those pig feed sellers are bullying me! And you, you come back and start making sarcastic remarks!"

"Thank you for your hard work, you've really worked hard."

Cheng Ming placed the takeout box on the table and quickly opened the lid.

A rich, fresh aroma instantly filled the air, forcefully penetrating everyone's nostrils.

It's authentic crab roe xiaolongbao, with thin skin and generous filling, and golden broth. There are also more than a dozen steaming hot pan-fried buns with golden-brown bottoms on the side.

"Here's breakfast, which I brought especially for you. It's still warm."

Cheng Ming picked up a steamed bun and held it directly to Huang Yuxi's mouth. He casually placed his other hand on her shoulder, patting her back and massaging her shoulders, looking very sincere: "Come on, eat first. Eating is the most important thing in the world. Calm down. You'll have the energy to yell at me when you're full, right?"

Looking at the golden and crispy pan-fried buns and smelling their tempting aroma, Huang Yuxi's stomach rumbled loudly, so loudly that the whole office could hear it.

Her face turned red instantly.

With Cheng Ming's perfectly timed massage, my sore shoulders were immediately relieved, and my heart skipped a beat.

"This kid's technique is actually pretty good!"

He sighed inwardly, and his anger subsided considerably.

Huang Yuxi gritted her teeth, grabbed the pan-fried bun, and took a big bite, as if she were biting into Cheng Ming's flesh.

"Hmph! Don't think you can buy me off with a few steamed buns! My appearance fee is very high!"

Although she said that, her ravenous eating and inexplicable enjoyment clearly betrayed her.

The broth burst in my mouth, and the delicious flavor instantly soothed my wounded soul.

Li Feng timidly peeked out from behind the monitor: "Brother Cheng... is there any for me? I'm starving too!"

"Enough for everyone!"

Cheng Ming patted Li Feng on the shoulder, and looking at the boy's haggard appearance, a sense of apology flashed through his heart.

"You've really worked hard this time, I'll remember it all."

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He dropped his playful demeanor and said seriously, "Everyone's salary will be doubled this month, plus bonuses. Also, after we're done with these next few days, everyone will take turns having three days off! Fengzi, I'm planning to release a series soon, and I'll take you on a research trip then!"

"real?!"

Li Feng's eyes lit up instantly, and even his dark circles seemed to fade: "Old Cheng is so generous! Now I finally have a chance to use my skills!"

"Absolutely!"

Cheng Ming turned to look at Li Qiang, "Qiangzi, you're the same. The company covers your annual gym membership and reimburses your nutrition expenses."

"Ming-ge is awesome!"

Li Qiang was so excited he almost crushed the keyboard. For a fitness fanatic, this was the best gift.

Zhang Wei, watching from a distance, adjusted his glasses, a slight smile playing on his lips: "This boss has some class. Looks like my lawyer's letter was worth it..."

After dealing with his brothers, Cheng Ming turned his attention back to Huang Yuxi, who was still struggling with the pan-fried buns.

"As for the counselor..."

Cheng Ming drawled out the last syllable, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Huang Yuxi, her mouth stuffed full, looked at him warily: "What? Trying to renege on your debt? Let me tell you, a pig feed company asked you to be their spokesperson, and I didn't even accept that five million!"

"What are you talking about? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Cheng Ming leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "Didn't you say last month you wanted to see Wu Bai's concert? I've already got the tickets through someone, front row in the inner section."

"Really?!" Huang Yuxi's eyes widened in surprise.

Cheng Ming smiled mysteriously: "Not only that, as a special guest, I absolutely have to bring you on stage to perform together. How about we sing 'Norwegian Wood' together?"

"Smack."

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Huang Yuxi dropped the half-eaten pan-fried bun on the ground.

She truly didn't expect that Cheng Ming would still remember a wish she had casually mentioned.

In that instant, all the fatigue and grievances seemed to vanish, and my eyes even felt a little hot; I was almost moved to tears.

But then, thinking of her deadly singing voice and her glorious feat of attracting wolves in a karaoke bar, Huang Yuxi's face instantly turned a little red with embarrassment.

"Well... at least you have some conscience..."

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She hurriedly picked up the pan-fried buns from the ground and threw them into the trash can, her eyes darting around: "But let's not share the stage. I'm afraid that if Teacher Wu Bai hands me the microphone, he'll regret it for the rest of his life. Let's leave the audience a way out."

Huang Yuxi was quite self-aware; she decided not to go up and upset her idol, who was her lifelong rival.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of laughter erupted in the studio.

Gu Xiao stepped forward and placed several documents on the table. Although she had just returned, her capable aura instantly took over the situation.

"Alright, enough of the reminiscing. Now that everyone's eating, let's get down to business while we eat."

She casually pulled over a chair, gracefully sat down in front of the computer, and her slender fingers slid across the touchpad, making a soft rubbing sound.

The screen was covered with countless red dots representing unread emails, enough to trigger trypophobia in anyone looking at it.

"So many cooperation intentions?"

Gu Xiao frowned slightly, her eyes quickly scanning the rows of headlines, her tone tinged with surprise: "It seems our activities in Shanghai are even bigger than we imagined. This isn't just breaking out of our niche, it's breaking down barriers."

"It's not just breaking through barriers, it's becoming incredibly popular."

Huang Yuxi finally swallowed the huge pan-fried bun in her mouth, let out a burp without any regard for her image, grabbed the mineral water next to her and gulped down a big mouthful, only then did she feel alive again.

She pointed at the screen, her face still shaken: "Xiaoxiao, open that email that's highlighted in red and pinned to the top. It's from the Ancient City Culture and Tourism Bureau. They're pretty quick; they almost drained my phone battery with all the calls they made."

"Ancient City Cultural Tourism?"

Gu Xiao opened the email and quickly scanned the wording of the official document.

"It's not just fast, it's a deadly barrage of calls."

Huang Yuxi pulled out a tissue to wipe the grease from the corner of her mouth, vividly imitating the other person's tone: "They said that as long as Cheng Ming is willing to go back and promote it, they'll name their price! Bringing the Terracotta Warriors home as decorations is not allowed, but as long as it's within the permitted scope, Cheng Ming can even become Qin Shi Huang!"

While others are making memes, I, Qin Shi Huang, am giving away money.

Cheng Ming, I'm really your bro Zheng, hurry up and add me on WeChat (V50), I'll take you on a show and make you soar.