Huayu: This producer has no bottom line.

Chapter 9 Tonight I'll Consummate Our Marriage

The next day, Dapeng didn't come to the company again.

He said he had diarrhea and took a sick day.

Ren Pingsheng saw through him at a glance, took a taxi directly to Da Peng's house, forcibly dragged him out of bed, and stuffed him into Souhu's recording studio.

"No, Pingsheng, I really have diarrhea! The place I ate at with Qiao San yesterday wasn't clean." Dapeng clutched his stomach as he sat in front of the microphone.

"Even if it's in my pocket, I still have to do the voice recording first."

Ren Pingsheng slammed the script in front of him, "These are the lines for the first three episodes. Read them from here."

Da Peng looked at the dense text, sighed, and resignedly put on his headphones.

"My name is Wang Duoyu..." Da Peng adopted his usual hosting style, full of emotion, intending to pour all the frustration from yesterday into his lines.

"Stop," Ren Pingsheng said from outside the glass window, pressing the intercom button. "Your broadcasting voice is too heavy. Take it off and be a heartless person."

"I...you...."

"Speak at 1.5 times the speed, like a machine gun, without pausing or taking a breath."

Da Peng's lips twitched. "Fine, whatever you say goes..."

"My name is Wang Duoyu, and I am a Tianlong player. I never expected that I would be transported into the game world."

"Faster!"

"My name is Wang Duoyu, and I'm a Tianlong player. I never expected that I would be transported into the game world."

……

Da Peng's throat was hoarse all morning.

He had never spoken in such a strange tone in his entire life; he was completely unlike a normal human being.

After finishing the last episode, he felt like he was finished.

If this gets broadcast, Da Peng's reputation in the hosting world will be completely ruined.

Ren Pingsheng got the audio and ran away.

In the office area, Xiaolin was pulled in to help out.

It was called being an assistant, but really it just meant having him learn from the sidelines.

He was completely stunned as he watched Ren Pingsheng operate the computer.

"Brother Pingsheng... does this... does this comply with our platform's broadcasting regulations?"

"What rules? Being funny is a rule."

Ren Pingsheng didn't even look up, clicking the mouse rapidly.

……

The next morning, Dapeng walked into the office area with dark circles under his eyes.

Last night, he and Qiao San ate skewers and drank until midnight at a roadside stall.

Qiao San kept comforting him, but Da Peng became more and more worried. If that thing were really posted online, how would he ever make a living?

Da Peng was stunned when he passed by Ren Pingsheng's workstation.

Ren Pingsheng was fast asleep, his head resting on the table. The computer screen was still lit, and there was a folder on the desktop called "Unexpectedly, the Finished Film".

Dapeng swallowed hard, reached for the mouse, and then pulled his hand back.

Let's go together.

Ren Pingsheng's voice suddenly rang out. He rubbed his red eyes and said, "When Xiaolin and Sister Zhao arrive, we'll go to the conference room together."

Half an hour later, the projection was displayed on the screen.

Xiaolin and Sister Zhao sat on either side, while Dapeng sat in the middle, looking like he was ready to bravely face his death at any moment.

Outside, Alex walked by with a coffee in his hand and glanced inside.

They filmed and produced the video in just two days? He wanted to see what kind of garbage they could come up with.

In the conference room, Ren Pingsheng pressed the play button.

The screen lights up, and Dapeng, dressed in tattered ancient costume, stands expressionless in the wasteland.

Dapeng closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight.

But the next second, the extremely fast-paced voiceover filled the conference room, even faster than during the recording.

Dapeng suddenly opened his eyes.

In the video, he repeats the act of slitting his throat as if he has gone mad.

The voiceover continues: "To prove this is a dream, I've decided to die and return to reality immediately, but why can't this beginner weapon even get a scratch?!"

"puff--"

Sister Zhao couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone turn poverty itself into a source of humor.

Da Peng himself was also dumbfounded.

This... this was filmed by them?

The performance was incredibly awkward on stage, but with this catchy editing and dubbing, the contrast was amplified.

Is this what Ren Pingsheng meant by "gap moe"?

Immediately afterwards, the NPC played by Qiao San approached with a big smile on his face.

"This man in front of me, who looks like a pig, is supposedly my new mentor..."

"He was looking at me with an extremely lewd gaze. I suspected he was plotting something against me, and I had to find a way to save myself..."

The scene shifts, and Wang Duoyu suddenly kneels on the ground, hugging his legs and crying bitterly: "Master, you must accept me as your disciple! I haven't eaten for three days."

Xiaolin was laughing so hard he was pounding the table.

The plot then moves on to the action scenes.

Wang Duoyu drew his ten-yuan beginner weapon, and two large, crooked characters appeared on the screen: Sword Qi.

The voice actor, with a straight face, said: "This is the Six Meridians Divine Sword, which I have mastered after arduous training to level thirty-five. Its sword energy spans thirty thousand miles, and its light chills nineteen provinces. Prepare to die, Murong Fu!"

Qiao San, who had changed his clothes, was struck by thin air and dramatically fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

Another line of small text appeared on the screen: "Due to budget constraints, the special effects here are replaced by subtitles. Please use your imagination."

The scene shifts again, and Wang Duoyu looks excited.

"I've finally completed my mission and rescued Wang Yuyan. Before long, I'll become the general manager, the CEO, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reach the pinnacle of life..."

"I remember running in the sunset that afternoon; that was my lost youth..."

Then, Qiao San, playing the role of "Wang Yuyan," appeared picking her nose.

"Fishman, you saved me! I want to consummate our marriage tonight! I want it! I want it! I want it!"

"Hahahaha, holy crap!" Da Peng couldn't hold back any longer and slapped his thigh, laughing wildly.

"You little rascal," his voice was a little hoarse, "why didn't you tell me you wanted it cut like this yesterday?"

"Even if I told you, you couldn't imagine it."

Da Peng stopped smiling and remained silent for a few seconds.

When will I receive the notebooks from the back?

Ren Pingsheng felt relieved. Da Peng's words weren't asking about the progress, but rather expressing his stance.

"Within this week."

In the afternoon, Ren Pingsheng sent the finished product to Mr. Wang of Changyou.

While waiting, Kobayashi became restless.

This is their first battle as an innovation team. What if Changyou thinks it's too nonsensical and doesn't approve it?

After all, those special effects weren't even worth five cents...

An hour later, Mr. Wang called.

"Dude," his voice sounded a bit complicated, "this show of yours... is really fucking weird."

"Is Mr. Wang not satisfied?"

"To be honest, my first thought was to call you and yell at you for cheating out of funding. But by the end, the whole department was laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight."

Mr. Wang paused for a moment, then said, "This is too strange. We checked it again."

"What about the feedback from above?"

"Go! Go right now!" Boss Wang's tone was confident. "The official expansion pack for Tianlong will be released in almost three months. One episode a week is perfect for us to generate buzz!"

After hanging up the phone, Ren Pingsheng looked at Xiaolin and Sister Zhao, who were staring at him expectantly.

"It's approved, ready to go live."

Xiaolin slammed his fist on the table, almost sending the keyboard flying.

Sister Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and began coordinating the necessary procedures before going live.

Ren Pingsheng turned back to the screen, his mind already planning his next move.

If the first three episodes are a good test, we'll continue filming; if the data is terrible, we'll increase the number of episodes.

But in any case, the script for the next nine episodes needs to be written tonight.

He was prepared to make a big splash in the last three episodes, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to Changyou to rake in 60.