ebookslot Chapter 99 The phone rang, the phone rang again.
Chapter 99 The phone rang, the phone rang again.
Chapter 99 The phone rang, the phone rang again.
Monday, June 22th.
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
The phone was vibrating loudly on the bedside table.
Ren Pingsheng closed his eyes and fumbled around for a while before finally finding it. He pressed the answer button without even looking at it.
"Feed...."
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"You little brat, you went on TV and didn't even tell us!"
His mother's strong voice jolted him halfway out of his drowsiness.
"Mom, what TV show is it...?"
"Stop pretending! Your dad saw that program on the news channel yesterday and spent the whole afternoon bragging about it in the living room, telling everyone he met that my son was on CCTV, my son was on CCTV, like a lunatic."
Ren Pingsheng turned over, and his lips twitched slightly.
Well, after holding back for twenty years, Comrade Ren has finally found a reason to show off.
"Son, Qingming Festival is coming soon, can you come back for a visit?"
"Mom, I'm busy here..."
"No matter how busy you are, you have to come back and visit. Your dad said you have to come back no matter what. He was too embarrassed to ask you directly, so he asked me to tell you."
Ren Pingsheng remained silent for two seconds.
My dad is incredibly stubborn; getting my mom to relay his messages is already the limit.
"Okay, I'll check the time and try to get back."
"What do you mean, 'as much as possible'? You must go back!"
"Okay, okay, I'll go back."
"Also, the temperature difference between day and night is significant during this changing season, so don't always wear so little..."
"Mom! Okay, I'm hanging up!"
After hanging up the phone, he tossed it aside, turned over, and prepared to take another five minutes of nap.
And then it rang again.
He closed his eyes and reached back to grab it, but couldn't reach it. The phone slipped off the pillow and into the gap in the bed frame, making the whole bed vibrate.
Ren Pingsheng cursed for a moment, then lay half-lying on the bed, reaching his entire arm through the gap to pull it out.
"Ping Sheng! The date for the apprenticeship banquet is set: Shencheng, April 5th!" Da Peng's voice was as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
"Master said that this is a small family banquet, just Master and Mistress, a few senior brothers and sisters, plus a few familiar seniors, no more than twenty people in total."
"You are the key to bringing this together. My master personally told me to invite you here."
He paused for a moment, then his tone became much more serious, "Throughout my life, my master and I have always considered you one of our own. You must be there."
Ren Pingsheng rubbed his forehead, finally coming to his senses.
own people?
You do treat me like one of your own, but this old man...
Whether it's because he's useful or because they genuinely treat him like a junior member of their own family, that's a question mark.
However, that's not what's troubling him right now.
April 5th is Qingming Festival.
Should I go back to my hometown to pay respects at my ancestors' graves, or go to Shenyang for a banquet?
He stared at the ceiling, thinking and thinking.
Who on earth is the kind soul who scheduled the apprenticeship ceremony for Qingming Festival?
When Dapeng kneels down and kowtows, is he kowtowing to a living person or...?
Ren Pingsheng quickly stopped this outrageous idea.
Never mind, we'll see how to arrange it later.
If you crash into both sides, just run to either side; at worst, you can make a round trip that same day.
"Okay, I'll be there then."
"Great! I'll have Senior Brother Xiaobao book a hotel for you."
"No, I can do it myself, hang up."
After hanging up the phone, Ren Pingsheng placed it face down on his stomach. Just as he closed his eyes, the phone vibrated for the third time.
This time, he didn't even bother to curse.
"Director Ren, I'm sorry to bother you so early, but I have some good news I want to tell you right away." Yang Yuancao's voice was calm but filled with undisguised joy.
"The approval process for the talent show has been completed, and the documents from all departments have been approved. We will officially announce it in Shanghai on March 30th. On behalf of the program team, I would like to invite you to attend the press conference."
Ren Pingsheng sat up. "Definitely, definitely. Congratulations to President Yang on achieving your goal."
"Same to you! By the way, check out Dragon TV's official Weibo account, there's a surprise there!"
After hanging up the phone again, Ren Pingsheng opened Xinlang Weibo and searched for Dragon TV.
The latest Weibo post is a repost of a post from the official account of the short film "Old Boys" on the day of its premiere.
The caption was very interesting.
"Did your original wish come true? Now all we can do is mourn it? No, this summer, someone has set up a stage for you, the lights are on, and we are just waiting for you to come—stay tuned."
People in the comments section are already guessing.
"Is Dragon TV going to hold a talent show?"
"Isn't that a line from the movie 'Old Boys' about a dream of becoming a master? Is this a crossover?"
"Wait a minute, could it be that 'China's Got Talent' is actually 'China's Got Talent'?"
Ren Pingsheng looked at the Weibo post, smiled, and shook his head.
He truly is a veteran within the system.
They didn't share it earlier or later, but waited until the trend was already set before joining in to ride the wave of popularity. They were incredibly cautious.
But it doesn't matter, this implant was originally intended to give Dapeng more bargaining power.
He also pocketed 500,000 in GG fees.
Rounding down, it's essentially using Dragon TV's money to hire Xiao Shenyang to support Da Peng, and then having the production team invite Da Peng to be a guest on China's Got Talent.
Everyone else paid for everything, he didn't spend a penny, yet Da Peng's status rose significantly.
It's not a loss, is it?
As he was making plans, his phone rang for the fourth time.
"Good morning, Mr. Ren. I'd like to report to you that all the previous trivial matters have been taken care of, and the relevant procedures for Shengping Culture Brokerage Co., Ltd. are almost complete. My broker qualification certificate has been registered in Yanjing."
Wang Li's report was concise and to the point.
"There's another matter I need to ask about. Should we find two more licensed agents to get the commercial performance licenses as well? They can just lend their licenses; they don't need to actually work there."
"Hanging out a certificate is too troublesome and can easily lead to disputes," Ren Pingsheng thought for a moment, "When is the agent qualification exam?"
"You can register now, and the unified exam will be in May."
"That's perfect," Ren Pingsheng decided without hesitation, "Let Bai Ke and Xiao Ai sign up."
The person on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback. "Let...let them both take the exam? Aren't they actors?"
"It's always good to have more skills. These two kids are just sitting around doing nothing anyway, and getting a certificate won't cost much. If they don't want to act anymore in the future, they can go back to the company as agents, giving them more options."
Ren Pingsheng answered confidently and righteously.
Wang Li remained silent for several seconds that day, clearly bewildered by the young boss's thought process.
They made their own actors take the agent certification exam.
This was the first time she'd ever seen anything like it in all her years of experience.
"...Okay, I'll go register them."
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Wang Li quickly recovered and continued her report, "Also, Zhenni has finished all her engagements. She's going to Yanjing with me tomorrow. Before signing the contract, she said she'd like to meet with you."
"Okay, have her come to the studio tomorrow afternoon."
After hanging up the phone again, Ren Pingsheng pulled the blanket over his head.
It's only Monday morning, and I've already been bombarded with four phone calls, each one more troublesome than the last.
Yesterday I was telling Dapeng how wonderful it is to have an agent.
Today, he wants to find himself an agent!
I was under the covers for less than a minute when my phone vibrated again.
Ren Pingsheng hid under the covers, squinting at the screen.
It was a short message from Gong Yu.
[Tonight at 7 PM, Tan Family Cuisine at Yanjing Hotel, private room reserved.]
have to.
I can forget about sleeping at all.
He threw off the blanket and stepped barefoot onto the ground.
While washing up, he looked at himself in the mirror, his dark circles almost making him look like a panda, and he felt like laughing.
Making money is happening faster, and we're getting less sleep.
This is probably the price of starting a business.
enjoy