ACBNHTS Chapter 40

Sheng Yiguang walked to the balcony, confirming to the person on the other end of the phone.

“Little General Manager Jin?”

“Mm-hmm, it’s me.”

“What you mean by ‘make it cheap for me’ is the full copyright, for free?”

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“You’re dreaming!”

Sheng Yiguang’s voice was calm, “Then there’s nothing to be happy about.”

Jin Zhi exploded, “You, you’re acting like you’re unwilling!”

“You’re acting like I’m taking advantage of you.”

“…”

“You’re bringing this up now, the already finalized project plan needs corresponding revisions, and the advertising proposal sent to Li Sheng Advertising also needs to be changed accordingly. Moreover, you only have a sketch now, besides the character image, the marketing methods and character personalities are all missing.”

Jin Zhi was stunned.

Sheng Yiguang: “Adding these character images now means the entire project team has to pay the price for your decision, working overtime.”

Jin Zhi gritted his teeth, “You son of a bitch, you agreed and now you’re arguing with me, are you messing with me?”

“I’m just explaining it clearly to you. Didn’t you consider these issues before calling me?”

“…Of course I considered it! Ahahaha, how could I not have considered it!”

Sheng Yiguang expressed doubt and was deeply convinced of his suspicion.

“Then I’ll put it simply, I want more money.”

“…How much more?”

“We’ll have to calculate it. Face-to-face discussion on Monday.”

“Oh…right, don’t be narcissistic, I didn’t agree because of you!”

“I know.”

Only Wen Heng could persuade you.

The comments had said it.

Sheng Yiguang hung up the phone and turned to see Sheng Tong, just getting out of bed, standing in the living room, staring wide-eyed at Pei Du who was holding a plate.

The encounter between the two was so sudden that Sheng Yiguang panicked.

“That…”

Sheng Tong turned his head, blankly heading back to the bedroom, muttering.

“I had a nightmare, this is my home.”

“…”

Pei Du ignored him, walked to Sheng Yiguang, “Freshly fried bacon, eat it while it’s hot.”

Sheng Tong hadn’t returned to the room yet, heard this and looked over again.

Sheng Yiguang was too embarrassed to have Pei Du feed him bacon in front of Sheng Tong so early in the morning, and declined, “I’ll take Tongtong to wash up first.”

Pei Du: “He’s dreaming, let him dream.”

Tongtong pouted.

Pei Du raised his eyebrows and kissed Sheng Yiguang on the face.

Before Sheng Yiguang could react, Sheng Tong immediately widened his eyes.

The sky was falling.

“You you you! Why are you here?!”

“You dreamed of me, so you should ask me?”

“I’m awake, I’m not dreaming!”

“Then hurry up and face reality.”

Sheng Tong was so angry that he couldn’t say a word. Sheng Yiguang glared at Pei Du, went forward, hugged Sheng Tong, and went into the room, helping him change clothes while coaxing him kindly.

During breakfast, Sheng Tong was still glaring at Pei Du at the table.

Sheng Yiguang was a little worried. If the relationship between these two was always so tense, what should he do?

Before noon, while Sheng Yiguang went back to his room to look at a document, the two of them were lying on a table, Sheng Tong drawing and Pei Du pointing and commenting on the side.

One big and one small, back and forth, sounding confrontational, but the scene was inexplicably harmonious.

Sheng Tong finished drawing and waved to Sheng Yiguang.

Sheng Yiguang went over.

There were three people (suspected) on the drawing.

Sheng Yiguang pointed to the stick figure in the corner of the drawing.

“This is Pei Du?”

Sheng Tong nodded fiercely, “Am I good at drawing?”

“…Good.”

Pei Du’s voice didn’t sound very happy, “I’m impressed you could recognize it.”

Sheng Tong was satisfied, looking happy + smug, and crookedly wrote three words next to the stick figure: “Ugly monster.”

Pei Du chuckled, “Not old, but knows how to write quite a few words.”

Sheng Yiguang brought water, lowering his voice, “I don’t think you’re ugly.”

Pei Du raised his lips, a bit shamelessly, “A lot of people think so too.”

“…”

Sheng Tong lay on the table and continued drawing.

Sheng Yiguang watched for a while, Pei Du approached him, lowering his voice.

“Are you still scared tonight?”

Sheng Yiguang’s ears heated up.

“Probably not.”

Pei Du’s tone was like scaring a child, “But the weather forecast says it will rain today, maybe even thunder.”

The sun was shining into the house.

Sheng Yiguang pretended not to see it, looking down at the slightly larger stick figure Sheng Tong drew, his voice murmured, “Then I might be scared.”

Pei Du laughed for a long time before slowly saying, “Then there’s no way around it.”

“Yeah, there’s no way around it.”

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, it was a warm winter, so warm that Sheng Yiguang had a sense of trance. He vaguely felt that they should have lived like this all along, until today, until the future…

–

On Monday, Sheng Yiguang put the preliminary marketing plan in front of Jin Zhi.

Jin Zhi picked it up and flipped through it, becoming more and more shocked.

Mystery task boxes, electronic pets, setting up mini-games with cartoon characters, etc., dozens of feasible marketing plans, and cultural and creative products designed by Sheng Yiguang based on the graffiti that day.

Paper-cut lamps, refrigerator magnets, luggage tags…

Jin Zhi had the feeling that the characters he had created had flesh and blood.

“Didn’t you say that if they were added, everything before would have to be overturned and redone, which would be very troublesome? How did you come up with the marketing plan so quickly?”

Sheng Yiguang didn’t even look at him, staring at the computer screen, and replied.

“I think your character image is worth us redoing.”

Jin Zhi was stunned, lowered his head and looked at the document again, his hand couldn’t help but gently stroke it.

His chest was a little hot, his heart rippled, layer upon layer, incessantly.

Suddenly, Sheng Yiguang pushed the computer in front of him.

“This is the additional cost you need to add.”

Jin Zhi looked at the string of zeros, the heat in his chest disappeared, the ripples were gone, everything went black, and he gnashed his teeth.

“So much?”

“Friendship price.”

“…”

Sheng Yiguang: “If you have no objections, I will present this plan at the meeting this afternoon for everyone to discuss together.”

Jin Zhi understood, “So, it’s also possible that the plan won’t pass, right?”

“Of course.”

Jin Zhi’s mind cooled down, and he could almost foresee the future where the plan would be rejected.

It was like this every time.

“Then let’s discuss it first.”

At the afternoon meeting, Sheng Yiguang introduced the cartoon character image designed by Jin Zhi, from the setting of the character image to the derivative products that the character could produce, to the feasible marketing plan set up, the expected profit margin, and so on.

Dozens of pages of PPT were detailed.

Qian Zhongjun heard that the character was designed by Jin Zhi and immediately looked at the young master next to him.

The young master seemed to feel his gaze, lowered his head, and casually twirled a pen.

Just, nothing fancy.

Basic style.

Unlike his technique.

Obviously absent-minded.

Qian Zhongjun: “This plan sounds really good, but once it’s launched, it’s equivalent to redoing everything we’ve done before, and even if we redo it, there won’t be enough funds.”

Sheng Yiguang: “If we can get a separate funding for this project, the original one can remain untouched, and there will be no funding problem.”

Qian Zhongjun: “The cost is too high.”

Sheng Yiguang: “Does President Qian think this plan is not worth it? In my opinion, if it is well-operated, it can go international.”

“Pa”

The pen fell on the table.

Jin Zhi looked at Sheng Yiguang.

He stood in front of the conference table, the light projected by the projector shone on him, giving him a layer of moonlight-like radiance.