Huayu: This producer has no bottom line.

Chapter 11 Empty Your Chicken Baby

It wasn't surprising that Guo Weiwei came to him.

In its previous version, "JX3" was known for its down-to-earth nature, with the official team leading the way in making fun of themselves and creating a warm and humane martial arts community through a genuine social ecosystem.

It's only natural that the head of such a company could see the commercial value behind the "vulgarity" of "Unexpectedly".

"Mr. Guo," Ren Pingsheng leaned back in his chair, "Aren't JX3 and Tianlong direct competitors?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Guo Weiwei clearly didn't expect him to be so direct.

"Mr. Ren, you can't say that. The two games are quite different. The online game market is so big, with so many users..."

"President Guo," Ren Pingsheng interrupted him, "I'm working on content for Sohu, which is a critical time for the group's product promotion. If I turn around and start promoting a competitor's product, and this gets back to the big boss, my project team will be disbanded tomorrow."

The reasoning was crystal clear, and Guo Weiwei wasn't unaware of it; she had thought of it before making the call, but she was simply unwilling to give up.

"What if we avoid the promotional period for the new version of Tianlong?"

"We can talk, but not now."

"When?"

"Wait until the first season finishes airing."

Ren Pingsheng hung up the phone, not because he didn't want to take the business, but because the timing wasn't right.

The project team had just started, and he was already flirting with the top salesman's competitor. It would be difficult to explain this to his superiors if word got back to him.

But he won't let go of easy money that's offered to him.

The game JX3, which was supposedly five years in the making, did not perform well in the early stages of its open beta.

It has high system requirements, is difficult to learn, and has a niche appeal.

Once, due to the predicament of not being able to gather enough people to run dungeons, it was jokingly called "JX0" by players.

By then, we'll have the upper hand, and the price will be easier to negotiate.

As for the so-called competitors?

It's just an excuse. In later generations, WeChat has already given Tencent's competitors enough credit for their failures.

As Ren Pingsheng pondered how to cash in his chips, one by one, a completely different scene unfolded in the Perfect Time and Space Building, dozens of kilometers away.

The office was brightly lit. "Jade Dynasty 2" was scheduled to be released on September 22, and everyone was making their final push.

"Boss, Tianlong's team put together some kind of time-travel short drama, and the data is pretty impressive. Their Baidu Index has increased by 30%."

Sitting in the main seat, Teng He raised his eyelids slightly. On the screen in front of him, a well-produced trailer was playing, featuring a short-haired woman dressed in a red and black outfit.

Send it over so I can take a look.

His subordinate tossed him the link, which he clicked, watched for about thirty seconds, and then closed the video.

"Are you sure you didn't send it to the wrong person?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang," the planner said cautiously. "Should we adjust our strategy? Maybe we should find some humorous content like this too..."

"Absurd," Teng He stood up and pointed to the huge poster on the wall, which featured Zhou Xun dressed in a red and black outfit.

"Our 'Zhu Xian 2' is a super IP with tens of millions of readers. Its spokesperson is the first actress in China to win three major film awards. The theme song has lyrics by Lin Xi and music by Xiao Ke."

"You expect me to learn this kind of attention-grabbing, ugly-looking stuff from Tianlong with this setup?"

In his view, the things Changyou was doing were simply beneath his dignity.

"Withdrawing before the battle even begins, Tianlong has already lost. Our opponent is Jianwang 3."

The planner shrank back, not daring to say anything more.

The next morning, as soon as Ren Pingsheng entered the elevator, he was bumped into by a figure wearing oversized sunglasses.

"Oh, I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."

The man apologized repeatedly, but when he looked up and saw Ren Pingsheng, he immediately pulled his sunglasses down further.

"It's me! My life!"

"Hehe, I can tell."

Da Peng suppressed his excitement, glancing around at the other people in the elevator while whispering in Ren Pingsheng's ear.

"When I first got on the bus, two young men in the row behind me kept staring at me. I thought my zipper was undone, but then they came right up to me and asked if I was Wang Duoyu!"

At this point, he finally couldn't help but reveal that lewd smile, his already small eyes narrowing into slits behind his sunglasses.

"Pingsheng, am I really angry this time? I wasn't sure when you said it yesterday, but today several people have been pointing and whispering about me all the way here."

Ren Pingsheng looked at his smug expression and slapped him on the shoulder.

"This is nothing. You're wearing sunglasses like a spy. It's no wonder people are watching you."

"Hey, I was just worried about causing a commotion." Da Peng adjusted his glasses, looking pleased with himself.

"Alright, stop basking in the spotlight," Ren Pingsheng said, pulling him out of the elevator. "Hurry up and clock in at the parking garage; we're going to pick someone up."

Da Peng paused for a moment, then asked, "Who are you picking up?"

"You'll see when you get there. You drive."

The commercial vehicle was applied for with the administration yesterday. Ren Pingsheng, who was reborn, hasn't had time to take a driving test yet, and he's been relying on hitchhiking to go on long trips lately.

The two got into the car; Dapeng climbed into the driver's seat, and Ren Pingsheng sat in the passenger seat.

"Head to the airport."

"The airport?" Da Peng asked while fastening his seatbelt. "Who are you picking up? Give me a straight answer!"

"Brother Peng, aren't you famous now?" Ren Pingsheng adjusted the back of his chair. "Your treatment definitely needs to be improved."

Dapeng gripped the steering wheel and glanced at him sideways.

"What do you mean?"

"We've changed the female lead for you."

Dapeng slammed on the brakes, and a long string of horns blared from behind.

"The female lead? A proper female lead?"

"Otherwise what?"

"No need for any more elaborate wedding night rituals with Qiao San?" Da Peng's voice rose an octave.

The thought of filming several "romantic scenes" with that chubby guy Qiao San recently makes me nauseous.

"No."

"Really? Let me tell you, I have fans now, so my treatment definitely needs to be improved."

"Seriously, a true goddess."

Da Peng floored the accelerator, and the car shot forward.

"Who is it? Yuanyuan or Feifei? Holy crap! Bro, are you really that nice to me?"

You'll know when you get there.

Throughout the journey, Da Peng kept talking, guessing everything from leading actresses to Hong Kong and Taiwan beauties, and his guesses became more and more outrageous.

Ren Pingsheng didn't respond, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes to rest.

Forty minutes later, the two stood at the international arrivals exit.

Dapeng had his hands in his pockets, his neck stretched out like a goose.

"International flight? Foreigner?"

"Holy crap! Could it be Bingbing? Yes! It's Bingbing, she just finished Paris Fashion Week!"

Ren Pingsheng stared in the direction of the exit, remaining silent.

The gates opened one after another, and passengers came out one after another.

People pulling suitcases, pushing carts, holding signs—a huge crowd.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, Da Peng's neck was sore.

Another gate opened, and a girl walked out pulling a suitcase.

She was short, wore a ponytail, and had her wide-brimmed sun hat pulled low, making her look unremarkable.

He was dressed like a student in a white T-shirt and jeans.

Ren Pingsheng went to greet them, with Dapeng following behind, his brows furrowed.

"This height isn't Bingbing's, but how come...."

look familiar.

It looks very familiar.

Where have I seen this before?

He subconsciously quickened his pace, wanting to get closer to see clearly and, incidentally, show off his "famous commentator" style, but was so frightened by a sentence that popped out of Ren Pingsheng's mouth that he froze on the spot.

"Kongnijiwa...."

The girl bowed slightly, lifting the brim of her hat to reveal a face that would make countless men turn their heads in the dead of night.

"Kongnijiwa..."

Dapeng stood there, his lips trembling.

This light...this color...and this sound...

A goddess...she truly is a goddess!

Hard Drive Goddess!

"Ping... Pingsheng..."

He swallowed hard, his mind filled with images of himself about to act opposite this teacher.

"I want to be famous, but... but I don't want to fade into obscurity!"