EFB Chapter 77 It's better to do less trouble than more trouble
Chapter 77 It's better to do less trouble than more trouble
The first thing Ren Pingsheng did after returning from Hengdian was to secure the copyright for the original theme song.
Takuya Ohashi's song "Thank You" is the soul of the entire film.
Without this song, the tear-jerking effect would be reduced by at least half.
Since this song wasn't a huge hit in Japan, the copyright wasn't difficult to acquire.
There was only a small hiccup in the middle: a domestic company called Meili Records was also in contact with them about the cover rights to this song.
However, the other party seems to be very firm on the price.
Without wasting any words, Ren Pingsheng accepted the offer of 30 RMB and secured the permanent exclusive rights to perform, distribute, and adapt the song in China.
Once this song becomes a nationwide hit along with "Old Boys," the 30 yuan will bring in at least hundreds or thousands of times more in ringtones, KTV streaming, and commercial performance royalties.
With the copyright secured, the final piece of the puzzle for "Old Boys" is complete.
With a week left until Lunar New Year's Eve, everything that needed to be done has been done. All that's left is for Tong Liya to come to Yanjing on the 22nd. Wasting this time in between would be a waste.
"Let's take a vacation."
Bai Ke looked up, unable to believe his ears.
"I'm on holiday, going home for the Chinese New Year, and I'll be back on the 21st."
The studio fell silent for a moment before Xiao Ai cheered first. Zhang Yibo immediately started packing his backpack, while Bai Ke hesitated.
"Pingsheng, do we need to edit out the footage we've already filmed?"
"What are you editing? We don't even have all the materials. There's no rush. Going home and spending a few days with your parents is better than anything else."
Bai Ke said "oh," turned around to pack his things, and then turned back after taking a few steps.
"And what about you?"
"I'll go back too."
Bai Ke nodded and said nothing more.
Ren Pingsheng really should go back.
Almost a year after his rebirth, he has never returned to his hometown of Jiangcheng.
In his previous life, he always stayed in Yanjing and rarely came back.
It wasn't because of some dramatic family tragedy; quite the opposite, his parents were always in good health, ran a small supermarket in town, and lived a comfortable life. There was nothing he needed to "defy fate" to regret.
If there's any regret, it's probably that the old couple has been putting on the same show every holiday since he was twenty-five.
Why haven't you found a partner yet?
Look how lovely Old Wang's daughter is next door.
How long are you trying to keep us in a hurry?
In his previous life, Ren Pingsheng would avoid things whenever possible, so much so that even after his rebirth, his instincts led him to continue his tactical avoidance until now, when he finally bought a ticket to return.
Fortunately, he is only twenty-four years old and his pressure to get married isn't that intense yet.
Jiangcheng, Renjia Village.
The village is small, with several hundred households, most of whom share the surname Ren.
When it comes to the most famous person with the surname Ren, it has to be the big star Richie Jen. However, he was born and raised in Taiwan, and has only been back twice so far.
But during holidays, the loudspeaker at the village store would still play "Too Softhearted" on a loop, as if afraid that others wouldn't know that Renjia Village had produced such a big star.
When Ren Pingsheng carried two boxes of New Year's goods into the house, his mother was chopping fish in the yard.
"You're back? You've lost weight."
"You haven't lost weight, you've gotten stronger."
"Strong my ass, he looks like a monkey."
My dad poked half his head out of the room, glanced at him, and then went back inside to watch TV.
This is the typical Chinese parent: all their longing is hidden in seemingly trivial, meaningless words.
On New Year's Eve, the whole family squeezed together.
The eldest uncle, second uncle, and aunt's family, along with Ren Pingsheng's parents, grandparents, and other family members, made up a total of seventeen people.
The dishes were crowdfunded by each family's specialty dishes: braised Wuchang fish, lotus root and pork rib soup, pearl meatballs...
The aroma of cooking wafted from the kitchen into the main room, and the steaming white mist spread under the fluorescent lights.
"Pingsheng, how's it going in Yanjing?" His uncle picked up a chicken leg for him and spoke first.
"It's great. I work at Sohu, doing video-related work, and my boss values me a lot."
He said this without batting an eye. He had worked at Souhu before, and it was no problem that the leaders valued him. As for whether he was still there now, that was selective reporting.
As the saying goes, it's better to avoid trouble. If you say you're starting a business, then it'll never end...
"Sohu!" Auntie's eyes lit up. "You mean that website where you can read news online? I heard it's a big company!"
"Yes, yes, a big company," Ren Pingsheng nodded with a smile.
How much can I earn in a month?
"It's alright, enough to spend."
You can never give specific numbers for this kind of question. If you give too few, people will look down on you; if you give too many, flies will come smelling the scent.
The uncle stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Young people are out there making their own way in the world. As long as they can support themselves, that's enough. Don't put too much pressure on them."
This is also the advantage of Ren Pingsheng always staying behind the scenes. Apart from not being able to show off in front of others, everything is more convenient than being a star.
The whole family sat at the table, but no one knew that he knew Zhao Bensan from TV, and no one would shamelessly ask him for help to get a back door.
My mother didn't say a word the whole time, but her face was full of pride.
After her relatives left, she casually asked a question.
"How much money have you saved?"
Ren Pingsheng took a bank card out of his pocket and placed it on the table.
"Please keep this 100,000 for me; I'll use it for my wedding."
His mother paused in wiping her hands, turned to look at him, and her eyes were visibly red.
"Mom, don't get agitated. It's only 100,000, not much."
"Who's getting excited!" Mom grabbed a rag and smacked his arm. "With your monkey-like appearance, I don't know which girl would be blind to marry you."
He was cursing, but his hand had already stuffed the card into his apron pocket.
That's how Chinese parents are: once you can prove your earning ability, at least half of the worries about being controlled can be resolved.
As for why only 100,000 was given?
As I always say, it's better to avoid trouble. 100,000 is just right, enough to put my parents at ease without attracting unwanted attention.
At 8 p.m., the Spring Festival Gala started on time.
When the three members of the Little Tigers, dressed in white suits, reunited on the stage of this Year of the Tiger Spring Festival Gala and sang "Love".
Ren Pingsheng noticed that his usually stern and unsmiling elder brother's eyes were actually a little moist.
The terrifying power of nostalgia is beginning to show its edge in this era.
Then, Zhao Benshan's skit came on stage. The script was unchanged; it was still the same skit called "Donation," and it wasn't changed despite the advance leak.
But when Xiao Shenyang appeared and introduced himself: "Hello sir, we are the Sohu Video 'Getting to the Bottom of Things' program team, I am the host Yangyang," and then there were a series of lines about Sogou search, Guojiao 1573, Sanya tourism, etc.
The internet is full of complaints: "Why is this scene longer than a comedy sketch?"
The double-edged sword of internet traffic has been fully revealed to the people of the whole country for the first time.
Sohu spent a fortune sponsoring the Spring Festival Gala, which brought them huge exposure, but also earned them the infamy of having the Gala interrupted in Google Play.
Behind this nationwide frenzy, another invisible war is raging fiercely on the internet.
Dong Qing once again acted as the assistant, working seamlessly with Liu Qian to complete the magic trick "A Thousand Transformations".
"Now, it's time to witness a miracle."
The moment those words came out of the television, Ren Pingsheng received a text message notification from Xinlang on his phone.
"Yao Chen invites you to join Xinlang's Weibo account to witness this miraculous moment!"
Immediately after finishing her performance, Chen Yixun posted a group photo from backstage at the Spring Festival Gala on her Weibo account: "Happy New Year everyone! Did you enjoy the song just now?"
This is Xinlang's star strategy! They laid a tight net backstage at the Spring Festival Gala, and almost every star who had just stepped off the stage would immediately post a Weibo message to celebrate the New Year with their fans.
Not to be outdone, Zhao's team, which had recently joined the platform, also flooded Sohu's Weibo with comments and interactions.
The Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve became the first direct battle in the Weibo war.
Ren Pingsheng looked at the battle reports that kept flashing on his phone, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Go ahead and hit them, the harder the better.