The few days of Chinese New Year are not interesting, it is nothing more than visiting relatives or being visited relatives.
On the third day of the new year, Pei Qian finally gave birth and slumped on the sofa at home watching TV.
"Son, did your short play come out yet?" Mom handed over a peeled apple.
Pei Qian stretched out his hand to take it, and said while gnawing, "Oh, you can't watch short dramas after they've been filmed. You have to edit them, and you have to do post-production. You've asked eight times a day."
"You can ask the director again." The mother who finished feeding was still unwilling to give up.
Pei Qian was helpless, so he had to send a message to Huang Sibo.
Not long after, Huang Sibo replied.
"Mr. Pei, it was uploaded yesterday, and you can see it by clicking on the sweet potato website. In the 'funny' column, "Mr. Pei's Daily Life"."
It really came out.
Very efficient!
Pei Qian took his laptop, opened the homepage of Fanshu.com, and turned to the "funny" column.
There really is a recommendation!
Not the most striking kind, but not bad either.
Zhu Xiaoce said before that he had a senior sister who took classes online at Sweet Potato, and could help take care of the recommendation, but he really took care of it!
Of course, it should not be free, and most of them have paid for advertising fees.
Pei Qian clicked in and took a look, and his heart was instantly cold.
It was released yesterday, and today the number of views exceeded 200,000!
This is a new account!
It's over, the worst premonition has come true!
"Huh... calm down."
"Some of the videos that have exceeded 200,000 views are not necessarily enough for a million views. There is no video incentive plan for Fanshu.com, and the podcast sharing plan will take 13 years."
Pei Qian stabilized his emotions and prevented his parents from seeing his abnormality.
Then pretended to be calm and handed over the laptop: "That's it."
The two elders put the computer on the coffee table and came over together.
""Mr. Pei's Daily"?" Old Pei glanced at Pei Qian suspiciously.
"Cough cough. This is the name of the short play. I play a company boss in it." Pei Qian explained.
The video starts.
"I looked at my loris, not to see the time, but to let you know inadvertently that I am a local tyrant."
"This day, on a whim, I want to make a game that will make players explode."
The boring GM, coupled with the flat tone, makes the characteristics of the whole video stand out all at once.
In the picture, Pei Qian is wearing a custom-made suit, wearing a Loris, lying on the sofa in the company's reception room, with high-end tea sets and tea on the coffee table next to it, everything looks so natural.
Even Pei Qian's indifferent expression was so expressive.
Pei Qian stood behind his parents and looked at himself on the screen, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Is this how I was when I was filming...
It seems... how much acting skills do you really have
No wonder Director Zhu Xiaoce didn't call the card once.
only…
It doesn't seem like this is a good thing...
Pei Qian couldn't help sweating secretly.
The one-minute video is full of twists and turns, the lines are witty and rhyme, and the ending is unsatisfactory.
"This is the end? I haven't seen enough!"
"Son, your short play is too short, isn't it?"
In Lao Pei's impression, he thought that a short drama would have to be a ten-minute episode.
It turned out that this short drama was good, one episode per minute!
Pei Qian explained: "The actors here are all actors, and there are passers-by pulled from our university."
He doesn't really want to have much to do with the game.
Mom clicked on the video and watched it again.
"Don't say it, I think my son is really talented in acting! Look how well he plays a boss, it's very natural, just like he really started this company."
Lao Pei also nodded slightly: "It's okay, but our son is so young and not old enough to play a big boss, right? The director didn't give you a moustache or something? And this voice... "
Pei Qian hurriedly interjected: "This is someone else's voice."
Lao Pei nodded: "I know, I just don't feel like an ordinary big boss."
My mother disapproved of Lao Pei's words: "It's like you've seen a lot of big bosses."
Lao Pei was speechless for a while, and after five seconds he said, "Hey, haven't you seen it before?"
"I haven't seen it before, but I've watched more TV series than you! Big bosses in TV series are like this, I think my son is doing a good job, what's wrong?" Mom started to be unreasonable.
"Okay, okay... In short, this kid can make money by filming, and he is good at it. This is a good thing." Lao Pei's face was full of relief.
Seeing that Lao Pei was in a good mood, Pei Qian quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Dad, our short video is to satirize the game industry!"
"Look, the boss gave 200,000 R&D funds, but as a result, the people below exploited it layer by layer, and in the end there were only 50,000 left in the hands of the people who did the work. This is a satire of the chaos in the internal management of many game companies!"
"50,000 yuan made a boring game, but players still bought it desperately to play it. This is for satire... Hey, anyway, do you understand what this means?"
"This is a style of black humor, which has a satirical and revealing effect. I played this role mainly to criticize the big bosses of some game companies, or not to be paralyzed throughout the whole process, which is what the director asked. "
Lao Pei's expression changed from serious, to curious, and then suddenly.
"Oh... that's what happened."
"Then this director is not bad, he is a director with ideas! What's his name?"
Pei Qian replied, "Zhu Xiaoce."
"Director Zhu! How old is Director Zhu?"
"This year's senior year."
"Look at others!" Lao Pei looked envious, "I really hope my son can become a great director in the future."
The mother was not happy: "What happened to our son? Didn't my son become the first male lead in a short drama in his freshman year? It's still four years of college. What's the hurry for you?"
"Son's acting is really good, I'll take a second look. Son, quickly copy it to me on the computer at home."
There is a very old desktop computer at home, which Pei Qian bought in high school, and it is very stuck now.
Pei Qian uploaded the video to the computer at home, and his mother immediately watched it over and over while holding the computer happily, and the boring GM sounded again and again.
Lao Pei started rummaging through boxes in the living room.
"Son, when you go back to school this time, you are not allowed to bring some small gifts to Director Zhu? Let me see what else I can bring you at home..."
Pei Qian was speechless: "Dad, no, Director Zhu is also a student, about the same age as me, so I don't like this."
"That won't work." Lao Pei couldn't listen to him at all. "It's not surprising that there are many people, but Director Zhu may not give it, but we can't give it to you. Will Director Zhu drink tea? Bring some tea?"
"Don't drink tea, don't drink tea, don't be busy. Hey, so, before I leave, I will go to the nearby shopping mall to buy some digital products for Director Zhu. Don't play with the old antiques at home. Young people don't like this." Qian quickly persuaded him to stop.
Old Pei gave up just now, and pulled Pei Qian with a sincere meal again.
Pei Qian reluctantly listened for a few minutes and ran away.
It's head-scratching!