Age of Legends

Chapter 30 The Star of Tomorrow
The final exam lasts for three days. After the exam, you go home to rest, and then return to school three days later to get the score notification and start the final exam.

During the three days of vacation, Zhang Chen transformed into three pure beings. On the first day, he appeared at Wang Shuowei's house. Wang Shuowei's family had a computer and was a wealthy family. There were all kinds of games installed in the computer, including his favorite Age of Sail. The game brought back many memories as soon as Zhang Chen saw it. This game made him feel the romance of sailing. Although the sailing scenes now look very grainy, the two-dimensional style as the overall style is still eye-catching, showing a high aesthetic that transcends the times.

If Zhang Chen were to play computer games now, he would definitely be willing to try this game. The pixel style can also carry a lot of playability, and he can finally understand why Nintendo is not striving to improve the picture quality.

But Zhang Chen didn't come here to play games. He turned on Wang Shuowei's computer, and it started to display all kinds of errors, pop-ups, and fancy flash web pages.

Zhang Chen stared at Wang Shuowei, "Did you masturbate again last night?"

"The semester is over, relax." Wang Shuowei was not panicked at all.

Zhang Chen quickly opened the computer, dusted it off, cleaned the contacts of the memory card with alcohol, turned on the computer and ran a virus scan, then typed a series of fluent words and the computer was clean.

Great, get to work.

Wang Shuowei was surprised by Zhang Chen's skilled operation and asked, "How come you are so skilled?"

Zhang Chen pointed to the "Computer Enthusiast" on his desk, and the number on it was still 1999, 12.

"Don't you see these?"

Wang Shuowei picked up the magazine and regarded it as a secret treasure. "Is it so amazing after reading it?"

Zhang Chen ignored him, opened Photoshop 5.5 and started drawing.

Wang Shuowei's computer has a very high configuration, with a Pentium III 733 processor, a GF MX200 graphics card, and 256MB of memory. It was considered cutting-edge in that era. It cost yuan, which was enough for a family to live without food and drink for a year. The most special thing is that the case is in the shape of a sports car, and there is a light strip. Wang Shuowei took a picture of the case and said that the case alone is worth yuan! He is very proud of it.

But Moore's Law of computers is too powerful. Technology in the new era advances by leaps and bounds. A year later, these things become obsolete, and Pentium 4 and Pentium 5 machines spring up one after another. After a few years, the world has changed.

The current mapping tools may seem simple, even crude, but they are completely sufficient for Zhang Chen to make posters.

Frame selection, structure setting, masking, coloring...

Soon, Wang Shuowei saw the beginning of a drawing board on the computer screen in front of him.

Then type your text.

The horizontal title above is "Rongcheng TV Future Star Program!"

The following is, "At a young age, he shows infinite charm!"

"In this shining childhood, you are the brightest star!"

"Does this holiday need to be different? Yes, this holiday you will be different! The future star will rise from here!"

"The Winter Holiday Future Star Program was launched by the China Youth Promotion Platform and Rongcheng TV. The Future Stars will be divided into children's group and youth group. The competition categories are poetry recitation, children's hosting, catwalk, singing and dancing. The talent show will be broadcast on Rongcheng TV's Spring Festival special program! On a night of flowers and moon over the spring river, talented singing and dancing will be everywhere! Let's meet during this winter holiday and let's bring out the future stars of Rongcheng!

Registration location: Studio 7 of Rongcheng TV Station. Registration time: XXXX. ”

Wang Shuowei had already been bombarded with information from Zhang Chen, and was shocked when he asked, "Where is this China Youth Promotion Platform?"

Zhang Chen glanced at him and said, "Aren't we teenagers? Isn't this computer on the stage? Aren't we descendants of the dragon, the sons and daughters of China?"

"Ah?" Wang Shuowei asked again, "But your opening copy... young age, isn't it aimed at children? You also have a youth group under you."

Zhang Chen copied the template, opened another file, and modified the text.

“Not every step is brilliant, but every step counts!” “Infinite style is your proof, and wonderful moments are defined by you!”

“The future star of Rongcheng will carry your dreams and set sail. New legends will shine here and witness your miracles!”

Wang Shuowei: “Fuck!”

After a pause, he continued, "What should I do if I want to participate?"

"Sure, I'll give you a spot for poetry recitation! On TV!" Zhang Chen smiled.

Even though Wang Shuowei works in a TV station compound and has been bombarded with all kinds of information for a long time, he is still dizzy now. He was still young when his father was popular on TV. He had neglected parental discipline since childhood and had no talents. He didn't expect that now he could also enjoy it thanks to his brother.

The posters and flyers were out. Zhang Chen took out a blank CD from Wang Shuowei's CD box and copied the two flyers into it.

The problem now is that he has to print out two copies of the flyers and distribute them to various schools.

"Take out all the money you have."

"Fuck Zhang Chen, you know I don't save money..."

Wang Shuowei took out his wallet and looked for his savings in the drawer, and he collected nearly five hundred yuan in total.

"You eat my food, use my things, and even take my money. You are a robber." Wang Shuowei was quite dissatisfied.

Zhang Chen had more than 300 yuan on hand, and Wang Shuowei had more than 500 yuan, totaling 900 yuan.

He got up and went out, taking Wang Shuowei with him to the outskirts of Rongcheng and entering a yard surrounded by red walls. This was a printing factory with machines humming inside.

This printing factory called Qunli already has color printing equipment. Zhang Chen negotiated with them to print A4-sized advertising leaflets, with a minimum print run of 500 sheets and a price of cents per sheet. If the print run is large, the price will be reduced by one cent for every additional sheets.

Zhang Chen negotiated two cents to print two thousand advertising leaflets.

Two thousand flyers were loaded onto the plane, and the two men waited outside. Zhang Chen also called a rickshaw.

The leaflets weighed about twenty pounds in total. The workers in the printing factory tied them into four bundles and threw them in front of them.

Zhang Chen and Wang Shuowei got on a human-powered tricycle and drove to the city. They said to the tricycle driver, "Please help me find a few people to hand out flyers. I'll give you two yuan for each introduction."

The rickshaw driver ran around frequently and knew where people were needed. Soon, more than 20 middle-aged women and men gathered around.

Everyone looked at the young boss with some curiosity.

Zhang Chen waved his hand, and Wang Shuowei handed over the notebook he had just bought from the stationery store.

Zhang Chen clapped his hands at everyone, gathered them together, and then divided them into groups of three.

He said to them, "Listen carefully, today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow are all the days when all the schools in Rongcheng will go back to school for the holidays. I want you to go to your respective areas according to your groups and distribute these flyers. I will give you a simple training. What should you say first and how to talk to people... Then... Then..."

"Do you understand? That's it. In short, you have to guarantee that every flyer will be taken out. Those who don't want it can forget about it. But the first thing you should say to the elderly is, 'Do you want your grandchildren to be on TV?' And to the younger parents, you should say, 'Rongcheng TV is selecting tomorrow's stars. If you have talent, come and participate. You will be on Rongcheng's Spring Festival special program.'"

"Remember what I said. Do you understand? Everyone, everyone, get an information form from me. Those who get flyers, ask them to leave their child's name, guardian's signature, address and phone number information, all of which need to be signed, all of which need to be signed! Those who sign, remember, I will only give you a basic running fee of five dollars per person, and I will give you fifty cents for each signature! If you can get two hundred signatures a day, you can earn one hundred from me!"

"Fuck!" If he hadn't been reminded again and again, Wang Shuowei would have been trembling with fear, thinking, Zhang Chen, you are throwing money away!
These days an employee only earns a few hundred yuan. If these retired old men and women could earn a hundred yuan a day, they could run around all the schools in Rongcheng!

(End of this chapter)