Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 89 Carefully Selected

"Advisor, isn't this a bit much? Are you really treating Brother Cheng like an emperor?"

"You don't know anything."

Huang Yuxi rolled her eyes at him: "Right now, the cultural and tourism sectors across the country are all vying for attention. Who wouldn't be envious of Cheng Ming's current popularity?"

"Besides, he's from Shaanxi Province, which means he has impeccable revolutionary credentials!"

"Everyone's saying that as long as Cheng Ming agrees, he can choose any role—Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Emperor Wu of Han, whatever—the venue will be provided on the spot, and he'll even be given the title of 'Cultural Promotion Ambassador.'"

Gu Xiao nodded slightly, not in a hurry to express her opinion, but continued to slide the mouse down.

"And this too."

Her finger hovered over a black and white penguin icon.

"The email from Tencent arrived early this morning, saying they wanted to find Cheng Ming to be the spokesperson for the Chinese server's League of Legends and invited him to participate in the anniversary celebration."

Gu Xiao turned to look at Cheng Ming, her eyes questioning, "They want to take the copyrights to three songs and that instrumental piece, 'Noodle Stew,' and I looked at their quote..."

'

She paused, took a deep breath, and announced a number.

"A full eight figures."

boom!

The moment those words were uttered, the entire studio fell into an eerie silence.

The pan-fried bun in Li Feng's hand fell back into the box with a "thud".

Li Qiang's mouth dropped open, his expression as if he'd seen an alien: "How...how much? Eight figures?"

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands—tens of thousands—the tens of millions level?!

Zhang Wei's hand, which was pushing up his glasses, froze in mid-air. As a law graduate student, he had seen a lot of the world and knew what kind of impact this number would have on a group of students who were in their early twenties on average.

"Is this the true value of being a top star? Godfather, please accept my bow...!"

He can't possibly spend it all. The 500,000 he received last time made him feel like he was in heaven. And now, less than half a month later, Old Cheng is practically a walking money-printing machine.

"Alright, alright!"

He didn't pay too much attention to the meaning of the title. As for the significance of the number "ten million," although it is somewhat touching, there are still many songs that Cheng Ming can learn from if he wants to.

He muttered "anniversary celebration" softly, then walked to the computer, leaned forward slightly, and focused his gaze on the body of the email.

If my memory serves me right, this year should be Season 5.

That was the absolute dynasty of SKT and Faker, the era when the Demon King Ryze could dominate the Rift with his keyboard combos, and the purest esports memory in the hearts of countless veteran players.

Back then, the league didn't have so many fancy mechanisms. What mattered was skill, awareness, and that indomitable spirit.

A long-lost feeling stirred within me, a youthful memory from my teenage years.

"This can be accepted."

Cheng Ming nodded, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll have Zhang Wei follow up on the contract details later."

Gu Xiao acted swiftly, immediately making a note in her memo, and then opened several emails marked "urgent".

"Besides the penguins, the school has also invested heavily because of your success!"

"The principal said he wants to start a performance class. As long as you need the equipment and venue, the school will fully cooperate, not to mention other collaborations, film and television scripts..."

'

As Gu Xiao spoke, she quickly filtered through the information: "As for Bilibili, I coordinated with Lao Zhang yesterday and specially opened the highest level of creative fund for you. All things considered, as long as you want to monetize, it's not difficult to reach nine figures with a little more effort."

"Nine figures..."

Everyone stared in disbelief, feeling as if they were dreaming.

A little over a month ago, most of them were students at school. They would have been laughing in their dreams if they could earn five or six figures, let alone nine. Now they are already talking about "small goals"?

This stark contrast between heaven and earth gave him a strong sense of unreality.

Cheng Ming, on the other hand, seemed quite calm.

He took the mouse, his fingers flying across the scroll wheel as he filtered through valuable information.

Most of them are micro-businesses jumping on the bandwagon, unknown mini-games, and even counterfeit shoes.

His mouse hovered over an email titled "Golden Pig Feed".

Even he, a master of pranks, couldn't resist the temptation when he saw the content: "While Mundo is indeed a bit rough, if my image were printed on a pig feed bag, how would I ever face anyone again?"

"Ha ha....

'

Lin Yiyi laughed until her face turned red, waving her hand and pointing at Cheng Ming, almost bending over: "I just imagined it... Brother Ming wearing Mundo's clothes, standing in the pigsty... feeding the pigs! That scene is so beautiful!"

"Am I too weak to lift a knife, or have you gotten too cocky?"

Cheng Ming rolled his eyes at her, annoyed, and flicked her forehead.

"Waaah—I won't do it again, Brother Ming!" Lin Yiyi covered her forehead, looking pitifully at Cheng Ming.

Since his trip to Shanghai, Captain Teemo has indeed changed a bit.

Gu Xiao ignored the two clowns' bickering and pointed to several eye-catching logos on the screen, asking, "What about these? They're all top-tier brands, cosmetics, clothing, and even car companies. Although the prices they offer aren't low, most are short-term contracts, three months or six months."

"Put aside the endorsements from top-tier brands for now."

Cheng Ming's smile faded: "The current hype is too superficial. They're contacting me now because I'm in the spotlight and they want to capitalize on this wave of popularity to make money off me. They're afraid I'll fade into obscurity and don't want to take responsibility."

Cheng Ming crossed his arms, his tone calm yet exuding an undeniable confidence: "What we want is long-term value, not quick monetization. Once I've solidified my foundation, they'll be begging me to sign long-term contracts, instead of giving me short-term contracts like it's charity."

"As for other GG endorsements, apart from national-level brands like penguins, I'll consider the others."

Cheng Ming looked out the window at the bustling streets of Chengdu, his ambitions clearly extending beyond that.

"As for film and television dramas, I'll select one or two. Since we're going to be making our own projects, we'll definitely need to connect with people in the industry. While collaborating, we can also scout out promising talents and nurture them..."

'

"Poaching?"

Huang Yuxi's eyes lit up, and she squeezed the empty water bottle in her hand, making a cracking sound: "This is something I'm good at! There are so many talented but underappreciated juniors in our school. As long as you, Boss Cheng, say the word, I can convince them all... no, I mean, recruit them all!"

"Those little hobbies and games at school are fine, nothing serious!"

Cheng Ming shook his head, a mysterious smile playing on his lips: "In terms of professionalism, we still have to rely on the industry."

"Especially for talented but overlooked or has-been actors, and for talented individuals working in Hengdian, as long as they have good character and substance, NiLiu Media welcomes them all..."

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As everyone looked at Cheng Ming, it was as if they were witnessing a vast entertainment empire rising in this newly established media company.

Gu Xiao steered the conversation back to the original focus: "What about the Qin Province Culture and Tourism Bureau? They're pressing you urgently; the director said he wants to come and invite you personally."

"Then we must go back."

Cheng Ming answered without hesitation, without even a second's thought: "My hometown calls, and I have no choice but to answer. Besides, I do miss the taste of home."

That is a memory etched into the DNA of the Qin people, a homesickness that no amount of delicacies can replace.

Besides, if I refuse, won't I be drowned in the spittle of my fellow villagers when I go back to my hometown?

Here————

Cheng Ming's eyes narrowed slightly as the hidden task section of the system panel, visible only to him, appeared on his retina.

[Task: Fennel-Style Bodywork (There are four ways to write the character "茴" and countless ways to remove a robe. Break free from established constraints; the final reward will be based on artistic impact.)]

Current progress: 1/4

Although we don't rely on the system as much as before, why not do things that are convenient to us?