Huayu: This producer has no bottom line.

Chapter 36 An Unintentional Success

Ni Ni left in a hurry, and then returned in a hurry.

Ren Pingsheng and Bai Ke had just finished their second cups of coffee and were discussing starting up the machine when the glass door was pushed open.

She had changed out of her business suit jacket, wearing only a shirt, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and a brown paper envelope in her hand, as if she had run over.

"Director Ren, senior," she said, bowing slightly before she could catch her breath, "thank you."

Ren Pingsheng's expression remained unchanged: "It seems things are going fairly smoothly?"

"It's more than smooth sailing," Ni Ni said, pursing his lips, unable to suppress the excitement in his eyes. "Although it hasn't been finalized yet, at least it's not the same attitude as before where they flatly refused."

Ni Ni placed the manila envelope on the table. "These are two tickets to the Oriental Comedy Show that Ms. Yang asked me to give to you. She asked me to thank you on her behalf."

"Oh, by the way, Ms. Yang is the president of IPCN. She's the one who came to the company to discuss the talent show sponsorship."

"A comedy exhibition?" Bai Ke curiously came closer.

"General Manager Yang said he was very grateful for Director Ren's guidance and wanted to thank him in person, but today's meeting might go on until very late and it's uncertain when it will end, so he can't make an appointment with you today. He would like to ask you to meet with him tomorrow at noon or in the evening when it's convenient for you."

Ni Ni paused for a moment, "These two tickets are a token of her sincerity. The comedy festival opened on the 13th, and now they are simply unavailable for purchase outside."

Ren Pingsheng opened the envelope and took out two tickets.

Oriental Comedy Show.

He knew about this exhibition; in his past life, around this time, he was still working on entertainment news at Sohu and had even written a related article.

Comedy heavyweights from Mainland China, Taiwan, and Hong Kong, including Lai Shengchuan, Chen Peisi, and Li Zongsheng, gathered in Shanghai, making for a truly star-studded lineup.

I remember trying to get two media tickets from my colleagues for ages, but I couldn't get them.

Unexpectedly, after a lifetime, the ticket came knocking on my door.

As for Yang Yuancao wanting to see him, her purpose is not hard to guess.

Sponsorship for the talent show is just the first step. The real challenge for this program is not P&G, but Dragon TV.

The most important things are how to persuade TV stations to allocate time slots, how to secure government approvals, and how to coordinate with the World Expo.

But he didn't know exactly where he was stuck; he'd only know once they met.

Ren Pingsheng put the ticket away and looked up at Ni Ni.

"You haven't even received the offer yet, and you're already helping others with connections? You're doing a bit of a waste of your internship."

Ni Ni smiled, a rare hint of cunning showing in his usually aloof demeanor.

"Helping President Yang is also helping Sister Fiona, and even more so, helping myself," she said, looking into Ren Pingsheng's eyes. "But this has nothing to do with our agreement. Whether you agree to see President Yang or not, I will go to Yanjing to find you this weekend."

Ren Pingsheng smiled noncommittally.

This girl's emotional intelligence is indeed far beyond her age; no wonder she was able to stand firm in the cutthroat world of entertainment in her previous life.

"Okay, tomorrow night. Mr. Yang will decide on the location."

"Okay, I'll tell her," Ni Ni bowed again, glanced at the time on his phone, "I have to go back to my meeting, I'm leaving now, see you in Yanjing this weekend."

The door opened and closed again, and the coffee shop returned to silence.

He comes and goes like the wind, still with that same capable and efficient spirit.

Ren Pingsheng looked at the ticket in his hand and tapped the edge of the ticket twice with his fingertips.

"Want to see?" He gestured to Bai Ke. "There's one by Chen Peisi."

Bai Ke glanced at the ticket, his lips twitched, and he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"If Brother Pingsheng wants to see this... let's go find some inspiration together."

have to.

Like Shen Teng, he is another comedian who loves to act but doesn't like to watch.

"Alright, stop being so polite," Ren Pingsheng stuffed the tickets back into his pocket, put his arm around Bai Ke's shoulder, and walked out. "Let's go find an internet cafe and relax a bit."

"Go online?" Bai Ke was taken aback. "Don't we have things to do?"

"What do you mean, 'right'? You've been working on it for almost half a month straight. If you keep going like this, your brain will break down."

Ren Pingsheng took out his phone, opened Baidu, and entered "Shanghai Internet cafes".

If you don't search, you don't know.

Internet cafe?

Internet cafes existed as early as 09?

He clicked in and took a closer look. It had just opened in August of this year and was the first one in Shanghai, upgrading the traditional internet cafe into an internet cafe with beverage service.

Although this thing is everywhere in later generations, people who had this concept in 09 were really ahead of their time.

"Let's go, Tianyao Bridge Road."

……

Upon arrival, it became clear that the price of being ahead of the curve was overcrowding.

The first internet cafe in Shanghai, still fresh from the three-month novelty, and with students from several nearby universities, it was almost full in the afternoon.

After waiting for a long time, the girl at the front desk finally came over to tell them that two machines were connected.

After paying, he led Bai Ke inside.

The gaming area was in the innermost corner, the lighting was dimmer than outside, and the air was filled with the smell of instant noodles and cola.

Before I even sat down at my seat, my eyes were drawn to a computer right next to the empty seat.

A big head.

To be precise, it was a head that was disproportionately large to its body size, buried in front of the screen, with the left hand on the keyboard and the right hand on the mouse, operating with extreme concentration.

Dota

Isn't that Fatty Head... oh no, YYF?!

That's right, the Creator God only came to ask Brother Feng to come out of seclusion at the end of the year.

He sat down in the empty seat next to Fatty, with Bai Ke sitting next to him.

Power on and wait for it to boot up.

While waiting, Ren Pingsheng turned his head to look at the screen next to him.

He must have been an old Knife-lung in his past life.

I often work all night, and the next day I go to work with dark circles under my eyes, only to get a severe scolding from my boss.

Later, I got busier and busier at work, and my income decreased. I couldn't keep up with everything, so I could only stay on the live stream and listen to the commentators as a "cloud gamer," offering my opinions in the chat.

Those days were among the few times he felt happy in his past life.

The game is already in the late game. Fatty is controlling the Panda Brewmaster. In a team fight, he uses his ultimate skill, and before the Earth Panda even lands, the rock has already been thrown out.

The 6.64 version of Panda was indeed overpowered, but overpowered as it may be, there are obviously not many players in this era who can pull off such plays.

A team wipe ensued, and the minion wave surged into the enemy's high ground, heading straight for their base.

As the throne collapsed, the fathead fish let out a long breath, leaned back in its chair, and unconsciously curled up the corners of its mouth.

Ren Pingsheng, unaware of what had happened, had already bought two bottles of Coke from the front desk and handed one over.

"Dude, that was good."

Fathead Fish took the cola and glanced at him with some surprise.

Ren Pingsheng patted him on the shoulder, "If you become a professional player in the future, I'll go to the stadium to cheer you on."

He grinned and shouted out a line he had rehearsed countless times.

"FGNB".

Fathead Fish paused, his hand twisting open the cola can, staring at the strange stranger in front of him with a question mark on his face.

"What did you say?"

"It's okay, I'll drink some Coke."

Ren Pingsheng turned around and sat back in his seat, in a very good mood.

Bai Ke next door had already started playing Tianlong and was completely unaware of what was happening here.

Just as I was about to start another game and redeem myself from my lack of skill in cross-player mode, a commotion suddenly broke out on the other side.

"Not convinced? Let's have a solo match! It's a father-son game on the transport ship!"

"Bring it on! Who's afraid of who! I've never lost a solo battle on a transport ship!"

The two people were shouting at each other across three rows of computers, their voices so loud that the entire internet cafe could hear them, and there were people cheering and clapping nearby.

Ren Pingsheng looked in the direction of the sound.

A tall, thin man sprang up from his chair, his headphone cord flying wildly around his neck.

That face was a bit young, but the features were already quite defined.

Ren Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, his mind racing through memories of his past life.

In 09, in Shanghai, I was a senior at the Shanghai Theatre Academy.

Lin Gou?