This man knows how to hype

Chapter 564: Crazy Momentum
"The reconciliation between Cao Xiangyun and his master was done by Liu Yutao who instructed Cao Xiangyun to do it." After leaving these words, Lan Shuyun left in a daze.

After leaving, she drove to Liu Yutao's home. Along the way, her emotions were so complicated that they were hard to describe.

To be honest, she came to see Xu Xiyu today with the intention of making fun of Xu Xiyu.

She really wanted to see Xu Xiyu so frightened that his face turned pale. Just thinking about this feeling made her intoxicated.

The reason why this mentality arises is actually rooted in "regret".

regret.

Really regret it.

Lan Shuyun had lost track of how many times she had regretted having a falling out with Xu Xiyu.

Especially after hearing that Xu Xiyu bought herself hundreds of thousands of fans because of the four words "Sparse Clouds and Fine Rain", her heart began to bleed with regret.

Could it be that he doesn't hate me for breaking up with him?
Is he so nostalgic?
If I had known this would happen, I would have reconciled with him earlier. Even if we were not in a relationship, but just friends, I might have become a top star now!

Thinking of this, Lan Shuyun thought about her face with piercings and rings, and then thought about the words [玉涛の犬] tattooed on her lower back. For a moment, she actually wanted to die.

Of course, you cannot die.

Xu Xiyu was right. I had to find a way to get what I deserved from that bastard Liu Yutao!
But what to do?

She returned to Liu Yutao's house thinking all the way. As soon as she entered the door, she ran into a woman with a warm smile. Her name was Xia Ru.

After seeing Xia Ru, Lan Shuyun hurriedly greeted her, "Sister Ru."

"Hey, here I come." Xia Ru nodded with a smile.

"Uh... I'm looking for..." Lan Shuyun got stuck in the middle of his words. He didn't know why he couldn't say "I'm looking for my master" which he used to say so fluently.

Xia Ru didn't care, she just continued to smile and nodded, "He's inside, it's great, I'll go find him too, let's go together."

"Yeah." Lan Shuyun nodded obediently and followed him in.

At this time, Liu Yutao was doing plank exercises on a yoga mat on the floor of the living room. When he heard a noise at the door, his waist, which was about to collapse, instantly straightened.

Then he counted in a casual manner: "355, 356...360, six minutes, just right!"

Following this voice, Liu Yutao propped himself up and sat up, then stretched himself and said to Lan Shuyun, "How was the meeting with Xu Xiyu? Was he scared to death?"

As soon as these words came out, the corners of Lan Shuyun's mouth twitched. On the way back, he regretted it so much that he even forgot to prepare his words. He couldn't tell the truth anyway, otherwise Liu Yutao would beat him to death in a rage.

"Not scared?" Liu Yutao frowned.

"He's quite stubborn." Lan Shuyun hurriedly gave a neutral description.

When Liu Yutao heard the word "hard-mouthed", he instantly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "After all, he is a man who looks strong on the outside but is weak on the inside. I guess if he is scared once or twice more, he will take the initiative to surrender. Hey, did you record the conversation?"

Hearing this, Lan Shuyun took out a thing that vaguely looked like a cell phone from her bag, and then said with a bit of grievance: "It was smashed to pieces."

"Are you angry because of shame?" Liu Yutao laughed even more.

"My new cell phone." Lan Shuyun did not answer, but pouted her lips and acted coquettishly on purpose.

It would be useless to act like a spoiled child at ordinary times, but Liu Yutao was in a good mood now and felt that his mission was about to be accomplished.

So, he said to Xia Ru next to him: "Use my card to take her to buy a new phone. Also, Hermès has new products recently, so you can buy yourself a bag or something."

"Great~~" Lan Shuyun jumped up immediately after hearing that, and then knelt down and kowtowed to Liu Yutao.

Ten minutes later, in Xia Ru's car, she glanced at the mark on Lan Shuyun's forehead, and then said, "Why are you so honest today?"

"Sister Ru, I have never been dishonest. I truly love..."

"Okay, stop it." Xia Ru interrupted Lan Shuyun and started the car, saying as she drove, "You smashed the phone yourself, right?"

"Why would I smash my phone for no reason..."

"Did Xu Xiyu say something unexpected that made you behave so abnormally?" Xia Ru's tone was very calm, and the smile on her face did not increase or decrease, as if it was painted on.

However, Lan Shuyun felt a chill rising from her body, and forced a smile as she said, "I'm not abnormal at all, Sister Ru, you're just too worried."

"I'm actually quite curious about how someone like Xu Xiyu, who dared to fly up and fight for his life when he saw the gunman, would react to Mr. Liu's oppression."

“……”Lan Shuyun was speechless.

It was this speechlessness that made Xia Ru even more certain that she had guessed correctly, so she stopped asking further questions.

Inside the car, it became quiet for a while.

It was unknown how long the silence lasted, Lan Shuyun suddenly spoke as if possessed by some mysterious force: "Sister Ru, you are the smartest person I know.

You said, what if, I mean what if one day my relationship with him is exposed, or even a video is leaked, what will the public think? "

"What do you think?" "Women will think I'm self-degrading and ruining the reputation of women; men will eat melons and ask for links; the platform will ignore it, and the public will not speak up for me. It will become a gossip about a gold-digging woman."

"Maybe." Xia Ru said without any fluctuation in her tone.

"When I was leaving today, Xu Xiyu told me a story. She said that in Korea, there was a female artist who was suppressed so harshly that she was even asked to receive guests on her mother's death anniversary."

"and then?"

"Then this female artist committed suicide and left behind a diary that recorded some things in detail. She hoped to use her death to accuse South Korea of ​​oppressing the entertainment industry."

"Is this true?" Xia Ru's expression finally changed.

"I haven't heard of it. I think he made it up. But there are indeed female artists who committed suicide in Korea."

"Oh, and then what? Did the female artist make the accusation in his story?"

"No, it can be said that it has no impact on the powerful and chaebols in South Korea." Lan Shuyun shook her head and suddenly felt a little breathless, so she turned her head to the window and opened it a little.

The semi-permanent warm smile on Xia Ru's face was also disappearing, and the hands holding the steering wheel began to exert force unconsciously.

At the same time, Xu Xiyu was also driving on the other side.

While driving, he was making phone calls, and the first call was to his partner Cheng Guangzu in Hong Kong.

"It's June now, and it's almost July, the anniversary of Hong Kong's return to China. I wrote a song for Hong Kong, and it's just the right time to release it."

"Chorus, it must be a song for chorus."

"No, it's not Qin Yao who's singing. I'll sing it myself. Please help me find a suitable female singer from Hong Kong to record this song with me."

"What's the name? It's called 'Purple Gold Flower in Bloom'. If nothing goes wrong, it'll be called this."

"Open auditions? No need for that. Just find someone with a big reputation. It has to be quick. Choose whatever you want. It would be best if it can be done this week."

"Okay, good, that's it. Thank you for your hard work."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Xiyu called Chen Peiduo in Taiwan.

He said, "From last year till now, I have written a lot of instrumental music for Wanwan, and she should have practiced it almost enough.

You should prepare and hold a concert for her in Taiwan as soon as possible. Don't be reluctant to spend the money. I will go to see it."

After instructing Chen Peiduo, Xu Xiyu made his next call to Nancy.

"I can give away another 10%, or even 1.5% of the revenue from Coco in America. I have only one request: I want popularity, high popularity, extreme praise and popularity."

"Also, I plan to release Qinyao's music album."

"Yes, yes, yes. Three songs in English, one in Japanese, one in Vietnamese, and one in Italian."

"I don't care about money, and I don't care whether this album can make money or not. My North American office will be responsible for promotion. I hope you can help me smooth out the relationship. If there is not enough money, please tell me."

Hang up the phone with Nancy.

Xu Xiyu called Sherlock in Italy again.

"Sherlock, when will your remake of The Intouchables be released? Can you release the trailer soon?"

"Award? Can a remake win an award? Can the original movie win an award?"

"Oh, it's the award ceremony for Girl of the Alps? When will it be finished?"

"Okay, I'll wait for your good news."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely find time to go to Europe soon. I haven't seen you for a long time and I miss you so much."

"Monica? What Monica? I'm abstaining from sex now, don't do it."

He drove and made phone calls all the way, and by the time he finished making several calls abroad, Xu Xiyu had already arrived at the entrance of Pingxing Chongcai.

After entering the room, he didn't say much and called the chief planner Lin Zhenyu, the chief artist Lu Yan, and several other senior executives together.

“Everyone, the development of Journey to the West: The Sequel took 6 years, and now it’s time to meet the players.

Promote it, promote it vigorously, using domestic and foreign game exhibitions, domestic and foreign trial games, various media, and various platforms. Use whatever you can.

Don't worry about the money. I will immediately give you an additional 1 million yuan investment for publicity. I only ask that you don't lose the reputation that the first domestic 3A game deserves!"

As soon as these words came out, Lin Zhenyu and Lu Yan couldn't help but look at each other.

My goodness, is Mr. Xu crazy?
The total cost of developing this game is less than 400 million yuan.

I don’t even know if I can get these 400 million back.

(End of this chapter)