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As everyone knows, slacking off is a core part of a corporate slave’s work life, no exceptions.
“Only Deadline” stipulated at least eight hours of work each day, with two hours for a nap at halftime, from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. as work hours.
Within the set time, they could only arrange their time in a 20 square meter workspace, allowed to bring a maximum of three leisure items unrelated to work before entering.
The comic artist uncle, who often delayed updates, brought a handheld console, playing electronic mahjong when not napping, occasionally writing scripts but hardly drawing.
The elderly professor would drink tea and sunbathe, resting on a lounge chair, occasionally listening to Kunqu opera or traffic broadcasts.
The novel writer, due to long delays in updates, was in a state of stockpiling manuscripts, basically updating 30,000 words a day, resting briefly in between, living a true corporate slave life.
The illustrator was reading comics, snacking, watching movies, slacking off for four hours out of eight, and rushing progress at lightning speed for the rest.
Everyone teased the guests playfully, then turned their curious gaze back to Huo Ren.
They’ve always felt a distance from idols, and for a moment, couldn’t imagine how Huo Ren would slack off.
Then they discovered Huo Ren was like a child, focused on finishing the entire afternoon tea fruit platter.
Being confined for too long, Huo Ren also felt bored, after eating a few bites, he turned to one of the cameras, peeling grapefruit and chatting with it.
“Are you part of the staff?”
Overhead camera A modestly nodded.
“It’s so boring being confined for a month…” Huo Ren sighed leisurely, unable to help but start missing home: “If Xie-ge were here, he’d be scratching the walls on the first day.”
He clenched his fist, coughed maturely, and began to vividly imitate Xie Lianyun.
“I think the program’s arrangement is unreasonable.”
“Can this lock be picked? I need to go next door to see what Huo Ren and the others are doing.”
Then he adjusted his glasses, making a video game controller gesture with his hands: “biubiubiubiu—”
The audience burst into laughter.
Huo Ren quickly finished the grapefruit and apple, then started to imitate Long Jia.
The audience was astounded.
He approached the wall and knocked twice with his knuckles, raising his eyebrows to call across, “Ren Ren—Ren Ren, are you there—”
“Teacher Bo—Teacher Bo, can you hear me—”
“Xie Xie—Xie, I was about to suffocate—”
The barrage followed these segments at a rapid pace.
[Ren Ren, are you asking for a spanking! Wait till the brothers take care of you when you get back!]
[Suddenly feel like locking up all of Corona and producing a sixth album isn’t a bad idea lol]
[That tone is so Jiang Jue, I’m gonna die laughing hahaha—]
[Brother Beat series!! Naughty Ren is online!!]
Huo Ren nearly finished his fruit, sighed while holding the last orange in his palm, “I really miss Jue-ge.”
Realizing the camera caught that statement, he boldly shook the orange in his hand, “You know, my piano skills were taught by Jue-ge.”
“Back then, the teaching aid was an orange.”
Huo Ren wiped his fingers clean, sat down by the piano with the orange, his tone nostalgic and gentle.
“When I first started playing piano, although my imitation was not bad, I lacked a bit in grasping the essence.”
“When playing the piano, the back of the hand shouldn’t collapse, it should be like holding an orange.”
The plump orange rolled once and was then cradled by his fair, well-proportioned right hand, placing it on the black keys while his left hand took position.
The next second, he shook his right wrist, moving the orange across the black keys back and forth at high speed without any order, and a string of notes jumped out as if they were waterbirds swiftly crossing a river.
The next moment, with clear and bright tones, his left hand began to improvise harmonies in sync, catching up with the disorderly sounds of the orange hitting the keys at a rapid pace, making the whole piece flow like two streams of clear rivers, incredibly lively and fluid.
The orange was pushed and rolled across the keys, playing the black keys fast and slow, each note perfectly harmonized by the left hand, making the music sound incredibly smooth and beautiful.
The barrage was filled with ‘?????’ for a moment.
[I can’t believe it?? An orange plays piano better than me???]
[Is being an idol such a profession where you can steal the show no matter which program you go on!! He’s actually playing the piano with an orange??]
[It sounds so good, like it’s cleansing my ears tat, my parents came over to watch TV with me when they heard the music wuwuwu…]
Gem Sister and Senior Candy Crusher for Jue Ren immediately dug out old videos, proudly sharing them when forwarding.
In the behind-the-scenes of a previous album, there was a beautiful clip of Bo Jue teaching Huo Ren to play the piano with an orange.
The handsome youth leaned to the side, his ink-like hair cascading down, rolling a small, red-orange back and forth in his hand.
Sitting next to him was Huo Ren, not yet twenty, youthful as a teenager.
He was diligently coordinating with the piano keys, fully focused on the lesson.
“The Ultimate Deadline” first episode just aired and instantly became a hit online and offline, with people unable to resist discussing it at work.
The content was interesting, the characters real, and the participation of outstanding professionals from multiple fields added lots of humorous and bright moments, indeed making it a rare good show of the season.
On one hand, many Crown fans were also fans or readers of other guests, finding the first watch overwhelming and catching many small, interesting details on the second, thoroughly enjoying the jokes.
On the other hand, a large number of newcomers attracted by the show itself were shocked by several iconic scenes, even those who never followed recommendations or chased stars began tentatively stretching out their feet to learn about this super handsome bro and his songs.
And then they started the routine of endlessly looping five albums.
Although many had heard some of Corona’s breakout songs, they weren’t interested in the band itself or the albums.
Huo Ren not only naturally showed his professional skills and interesting personality on the show but also cued other brothers and sisters to joke around, making them incredibly curious.
The show’s success led to a significant increase in sales for Corona’s old and new albums, surprising the SPF board to no end.
Such a low-budget show, full of amateurs, how did it suddenly explode??
Next door, all-star variety shows were flopping terribly, yet this one exploded?!
The board of directors had barely watched the show, mainly because they were all working overtime.
This year, Qi Ding focused more on SPF’s development in the film and television industry, with Pei Ruye retiring behind the scenes, concentrating on expanding his own industry chain. The core decisions were gradually made by Su Rong, who started to arrange a counterattack intensively.
Director Su had watched Corona grow step by step from seven years ago to now, and seeing Han Qu’s foolish actions this year, she had thoughts of sharpening her knives.
This year marks the fifth year since Corona’s debut. Over the past few years, as the supergroup became more prominent, they attracted more jealousy, an issue that’s unavoidable in the entertainment industry.
Initially, it was just six or seven entertainment companies secretly setting traps, spreading rumors, and black materials. After the emergence of Night Fire Live and Crown Prosecutor, these actions could only be considered as scratching the itch.
However, after the second-rate backed by his powerful father, Han Qu appeared, local snakes schemed to boost him, and their methods became more despicable year by year.
Not satisfied with rumors and black materials, they actively created trouble, engaging in moral and public opinion wars. This year, they even coerced Chi Ji to dance in black □□ shoes on stage through a new host at Baichuan Channel.
It was utterly heart-wrenching.
Han Qu’s heart is now set on FALSE, a consensus among SPF’s upper management.
Initially, many in the industry were eager to replicate Corona’s myth, wanting to use the same formula to promote a new myth. Over the years, numerous boy and girl groups served as guinea pigs, forgotten as quickly as they appeared, one batch after another.
But Han Qu was too willing to spend money, completely pushing for promotion this year.
FALSE’s five members almost all underwent major cosmetic surgeries, with sharp chins, high nose bridges, facial liposuction, and more, aiming for a transition to appear natural and seamless.
They were guaranteed to hit the hot search two to three times a week, with fans directly bought over ten million, all data pushed to the top by brute force, tightly competing with Corona for the first and second spots.
They’ve already secured three out of five major publications, negotiated an Asian endorsement deal, and were hyped to the skies by their fans, almost as if the whole country was celebrating with banners.
Because of excessive manipulation, although this boy group was hyped to the point where even non-fans heard about them, and many young students followed the trend, their purchasing power was so laughable it had to be supported by the company.
Corona only endorses top brands, with fans doing the data, buying endorsements, and controlling comments seamlessly, clean and genuine in strength and popularity.
The line of cosmetics endorsed by FALSE crashed to an unwatchable extent, mocked in turns by fans of second and third-tier boy groups, anyone with a bit of insider knowledge was watching the joke.
But Han Qu was essentially using financial tactics to hype the group.
In finance, there’s A, B, C, D rounds of funding, with bubbles and valuations, as long as the hype is sufficient and the backing strong, a stock worth ten billion can be hyped to one hundred billion. The more people join, the bigger the bubble, but investors always hope they won’t be the last one holding the bag.
Now, with FALSE’s hype and heat occupying full points, Han Qu, as the sole heir of the Han family, flaunted around attracting investment, indeed persuading many to follow with endorsements and resources.
Simply put, it’s being tricked into the scheme, everyone wanting to make a big profit while they can.
SPF’s PR department has completed its expansion and upgrade, starting a no-holds-barred counterattack.
Every week, FALSE’s hot searches were bought, each one overly positive.
So positive that Han Qu himself smashed four or five keyboards in his office.
No one expected Director Su’s first method of tormenting the adversary was to lead in trolling.
Openly trolling, secretly trolling, repeatedly trolling.
—Trolling until true fans were annoyed, trolling until non-fans lost their sympathy, trolling until almost all peers were offended, with the hatred meter maxed out.
The author has something to say:
I can’t write anymore, continue tomorrow…
The segment of playing the piano with an orange was inspired by Lang Lang’s performance, you can search for [Lang Lang Orange] online, there are many videos~
trolling…
Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu, so sad for them, anyway~