Retired Unlimited Streaming NPCs Help Me Make Movies

Sheng Ming picked up his chopsticks and said nonchalantly, "I'm so rich, I'm going to be a good boy."

Xiang Tongyan gave him a funny look, and raised his eyebrows habitually.

Sheng Wenluo glanced at the almost identical movements of her mother and brother, and curled her lips.This mother and son like to talk around the bush, obviously the mother is concerned about her son's friendship situation, and the son is in the rebellious stage and doesn't want to speak out...

Hey, their Sheng family is really awkward!

Sheng Wenluo didn't realize that she was also a member of the awkward Sheng family, and according to her understanding of Xiang Tongyan, she happily watched the play.

Xiang Tongyan slowly stirred the beauty tea in the cup, glanced at his youngest son with a smile, and slowly changed the subject: "Is the small town going to be on summer vacation?"

Sheng Ming's eyelids twitched: "He shouldn't have done well in the exam."

"Since it's a holiday, don't worry too much about your test scores." Xiang Tongyan took a sip of tea and continued, "Xiaocheng always wanted to go to the set, but if you're going to film, let him take care of you."

"..." Sheng Ming said tactfully, "Aunt and uncle willing?"

Jingcheng's mother, Xiang Huayun, is Xiang Tongyan's older sister, but her personality is completely opposite to that of Xiang Tongyan who is in charge of the Guangjing Group.Jingcheng's father, Jing Pingsheng, is not considered a big president, and he also has his own small company, but it is completely incomparable with the Sheng family.

Of course, the relationship between Xiang Huayun and Xiang Tongyan is very good, and there is no estrangement due to their different family backgrounds.

Sheng Ming is in poor health, and his parents, brothers and sisters are very busy with work. His cousin Jing Cheng, who is one year younger, takes on the responsibility of accompanying Sheng Ming, not because Xiang Tongyan has no one to hire——with the financial status of the Sheng family , What nanny can't be hired?

It's just because Jingcheng and Xiang Huayun's mother and son took care of Sheng Ming from the bottom of their hearts based on family affection, not for money and status.

Xiang Huayun was also somewhat selfish.Although Sheng Ming is in poor health, he is also a talented young man who taught himself college textbooks when he was underage. Let Jingcheng follow him around, maybe, maybe her stupid son can also follow suit?

... At least pass the exam!

Therefore, Xiang Tongyan said confidently: "I told my sister that you will produce ten sets of papers for each subject and urge Xiaocheng to finish it."

Sheng Ming didn't know whether to mourn for himself or for Jingcheng.

Xiang Tongyan put away the smile on his face, and showed a gesture of admonishing his subordinates: "Xiao Ming, mom is not trying to interfere with your friendship, but you go out for a while, and come back with an attack of illness, we can't rest assured. "

Sheng Ming, who hadn't been ill for the past year, was so pale that day that the housekeeper almost sent him to the ICU. Fortunately, he slept for a physical examination and found that there was no serious problem.

Having said this, Sheng Ming had no choice but to spread his hands: "I hope Xiaocheng can finish sixty sets of papers."

……

"So, you're bringing your cousin?"

Ning Qiubai confirmed with a gaping mouth, "Is he also a player of the unreal game?"

Sheng Ming sat under the parasol, casually opened his collar to escape the heat, and took a sip of iced juice: "Of course not."

"...Then how did you hide it from him?"

Sheng Ming drank a glass of juice in one breath, then let out a cool breath, and said with a smile: "Leave this matter to Director Ning to consider."

Thinking that it was because of him that Sheng Ming went home sickly, Ning Qiubai couldn't refuse, so he started to think.

He can choose to use the points to exchange points with the coordinates of the connection point in the real world. When the time comes, he can just find a room door on the set, shoot some group performance scenes outside, and shoot the big head in the copy... In addition, he can also let Sheng Ming stay at home. Entering the unreal game—well, I just don’t know if I can enter the dungeon through the player’s way like before after taking half of his quest...

Ning Qiubai thought for a long time, but suddenly felt heartache.

This means that he has to hire a special location to continue shooting until the real shooting is over, just to cover up.There is also an additional exchange for props.

His budget!His points!

Maybe it was because the heartache was too obvious, Sheng Ming put down the empty cup, a little speechless: "As for this expression?"

Ning Qiubai said weakly: "You don't understand the hardships of the entrepreneurial period."

"I wasn't so picky when I was a new player." Sheng Ming curled his lips, ordered another cold drink, and decided to show mercy, "Today I will pay the bill."

Ning Qiubai's expression improved a little, but he was still a little sluggish: "Do you know that I owe the system a thousand points..."

Sheng Ming's "only one thousand" was about to be said, but the words stopped on the edge of his mouth, and he realized that something was wrong, so he raised his eyebrows: "Why do you owe the system points?"

He had never heard of creatures in unreal games that owed points.

Ning Qiubai hesitated for a moment, considering whether to tell Sheng Ming about his "resurrection from the dead".

As the leader of the unreal game rankings, Sheng Ming's understanding of system tasks is naturally far beyond him. Maybe if you confess to Sheng Ming, Sheng Ming can effectively teach him how to quickly earn points from the system to achieve the real goal. resurrection.

But Ning Qiubai did not forget that, in a sense, his and Sheng Ming's current positions are hostile.

He is the dungeon designer, Sheng Ming's player who aims to break the dungeon.

There is no friendship between the two of them... To be honest, Ning Qiubai still doesn't quite understand why Sheng Ming insisted on filming his scenes.

Ning Qiubai took a careful look at Sheng Ming who had almost finished his second glass of iced drink.

Why do you want to make a movie... Ning Qiubai used to be considered half of the industry, so he naturally knew that with Sheng Ming's good looks and the money behind him, it is not easy to become popular, so naturally he would not be easily deceived.

It's just that since Sheng Ming said so, Ning Qiubai thought about the record of this big boss, and estimated the possibility of his survival if he turned his face...

We dare not say, we dare not ask.

Based on this kind of mentality, Ning Qiubai didn't want to confess to Sheng Ming even more, and put everything about himself on the conscience of someone he had just met.

Let's pretend to be stupid together and see who is more stupid.

So Ning Qiubai said vaguely: "Some small reasons, so now I have to sell myself to the system to pay off the debt."

Sheng Ming raised his eyebrows, didn't ask any further questions, and instead asked, "How is your cuckold under control?"

Ning Qiubai's mouth twitched.

"Green hat" is Sheng Ming's name for the branch above his head.

Because since the last time the Misty Wood grew on a large scale and was cut down one by one by Sheng Ming, the green leaves and branches on top of Ning Qiubai's head neatly covered his head. From a distance, it really looked like a woolen hat, and it was still green. .

It's all because Sheng Ming cut it so neatly!

Ning Qiubai guessed belatedly: Sheng Ming shouldn't have some obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?

He said: "Fortunately, it has been able to control its activities within a certain range."

Ning Qiubai still remembered that before he was swallowed by the Mistwood, those leafy vines were like octopus tentacles, nimbly dragging him into the bushes.Sheng Ming also said that theoretically the branches above his head are also a part of him and can be manipulated as a body.

If they can be fully manipulated, not only will they not grow on a large scale in the future, but they can also be used as tentacles.

Ning Qiubai concentrated his mind to the top of his head, controlled a branch to grow and hang down slowly, and reached into his frozen lemon cola.

The branch sucked up the Coke happily.

Ning Qiubai tasted it for a while, and the expression on his face was a bit strange.

He even tasted Coke with a branch.

This thing is not only a tentacle, but also a tongue... No, no, I feel a little disgusted thinking about it...

Sheng Ming watched Ning Qiubai drink a cup of Coke with a stick with a funny face, and finally asked: "Then what can you do with me today?"

Ning Qiubai came back to his senses: "Oh yes, I just want to ask, do you plan to sing?"

Sheng Ming's expression paused for a moment: "Singing?"

"Well, when I called you before, I felt that your voice is very suitable for the style of Sai Ge's new song." Ning Qiubai took out a stack of music scores from his bag, "I'm still in contact with the arrangement team, but the lyrics It’s finished. Since it’s written by Sege, I’m worried that most people will have problems singing it, so I want you to try it first.”

Ning Qiubai looked at Sheng Ming expectantly, "What do you think? If there is no problem, we can find a recording studio right now."

Sheng Mingdong didn't move the stack of music scores, his expression seemed to be a little frozen, he was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "I'll go back and try."

Ning Qiubai was confused for a moment: "Can't try now?"

"Siren's singing has all kinds of lethality, how can you try it in a recording studio in the real world?" Sheng Ming's face thawed, "I will talk about it after I try it."

Ning Qiubai felt that what he said made sense: "Then when can it be?"

"I'm going to take my teammates through the mission of the unreal game today." Sheng Ming glanced at the phone, "I'll give you a preliminary conclusion tomorrow."

Ning Qiubai nodded, and reported the progress of the project by the way: "The budget has been approved, and then I have to start contacting various teams."

Although the main body is shot in the copy, the shooting team in the real world also has to be decent...

……

The palace covered by the eternal dusk.

After finishing a dungeon mission, Sheng Ming looked at his teammates who were staggering around, and applauded with a relaxed expression: "It's not bad, no one was injured this time."

The young "prophet" wearing glasses said weakly: "But the spirit has been greatly shocked!"

"That's right! I think I'm going to have nightmares for a month! Lao Zhou, give me medicine!"

The still withdrawn "doctor" shook his head: "I can't cure mental problems."

"Isn't a psychiatrist a doctor?"

"The direction of my career change is not a psychiatrist."

The girl "Swordsman" holding the sword retched a few times and didn't spit out anything - her stomach had already vomited up when she was subjected to the first wave of spiritual pollution in the dungeon - she looked at Sheng Ming with some admiration, with a look in her eyes They all admire: "The boss is not affected at all? It's too powerful."

Sheng Ming smiled, and suddenly said to her: "I remember you have a good sense of music?"

"Swordsman" was stunned, and nodded: "Well, the work I do in reality is related to music."

"That's right, sing a song for me."

"Swordsman" was stunned again, his eyes suddenly flustered, and he subconsciously grabbed his shirt: "Boss, what song do you want to listen to?"

Sheng Ming took out a stack of papers out of nowhere: "This—oh wait, first use Xuyue's voice changer to change my voice."

The girl immediately guessed something, and tentatively asked: "The boss is singing for someone else?"

Sheng Ming nodded: "Yes."

"Swordsman" had a strange expression on his face and asked, "Why don't you sing by yourself?"

"Shh!"

The "Prophet" on the side quickly pulled her, "Are you crazy? You want the boss to sing?"

"swordsman":"?"

"Doctor" said coldly: "The last time the boss 'died' was under the singing of that siren."

Obviously, everyone present knew who "that siren" was, and their faces all turned green.

"Swordsman" joined the team relatively late, and only heard about it, but didn't experience it personally, so I still don't understand: "Boss is unable to sing because of the sequelae caused by that siren?"

"No. You joined the team late, so you don't know the source of that mission." The boy who is good at prophecy pushed his glasses and said deeply, "That's the boss's 'personal mission', which means that the boss of the dungeon and the boss have a certain relationship. commonality of..."

The voice of "Prophet" came to an abrupt end amidst Sheng Ming's increasingly gentle smile, and he coughed dryly, "Well, the mental pollution in that dungeon just now was a bit severe, and it will also make people change their personality, be impulsive and reckless, and subconsciously say Honestly, it's not my fault, boss!"

other people:"……"

"Thank you for your sincere words." Sheng Ming smiled and clapped his hands, "That's a good point. Why don't I sing a requiem to help you purify the pollution? It just so happens that the 'singer' props haven't been used up yet."

"..."

Several people who participated in the gossip suddenly begged for mercy.

After the fight was over, the girl "Swordsman" nodded: "It's fine if you just sing."

The "Prophet" opened his mouth wide in surprise, moved closer to her, and said privately in a voice that everyone could hear: "Liu'er, you can also accept singing for a rival in love with someone you have a crush on?"

The girl blushed immediately, gritted her teeth and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Look at the eyes of the boss, do you think we are blind?"

The girl took a deep breath, and convinced herself that this guy was polluted by spirits, so she didn't care about it, and controlled her urge to hack him to death: "I don't have that kind of affection for the boss!"

The "Prophet" didn't believe it: "What kind of feeling is that?"

The girl was awkward, but lowered her voice to explain, so that no one else could hear: "I just saw my dad's feelings in the boss."

"The Prophet" gasped: "Can Jinjiang write this? Liu Er, you are so good!"

"swordsman":"……"

Sheng Ming watched with a smile as the girl raised her sword and beat her teammates hard, and reminded "It's enough to beat half to death", and picked up a few teammates: "Yes, sing to them. By the way, let's test whether this song will affect ordinary people. have a bad effect."

Teammates: "..."

You still have to be a test subject, right?

Ignoring the wailing of his teammates, Sheng Ming propped his chin up with both hands, and thought slowly: There is no "singer" in his team. As an excellent and powerful player image, he can't let that delicious director think that he is not good... But Finding a real-world professional to help director Ning sing is a way of saving face, right?

——What benefit should I get from Director Ning this time?