Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 124 International Village? No, International Merchant!

The red growth curve in the background data was steeper than Zhao Yufeng's heartbeat.

In just one day, "The Armory of Zhao Zilong of Changshan" garnered over 100 million views across the entire internet.

Various trending search terms sprang up like mushrooms after rain, appearing out of nowhere.

#The joy of being a 270 is beyond your imagination#

#Changshan Zhao Family, Focused on Civilian Use#

#The Ultimate Form of a Gas Tank#

The comments section was in an uproar; it was more than just a "crash"—it was a cyber carnival.

"Good heavens! I'm speechless! Myojin truly lives up to his name. This isn't just Zhao's Precision Steel Factory; it's practically Zhao's 'civilian' complex!"

"Am I the only one who noticed that the tail fin of that gas cylinder was designed with aerodynamics in mind? That parabola was more accurate than a pass from the Chinese national football team!"

"Hey upstairs, remove the 'only' from your post. I'm a materials scientist. The parameters for that seamless steel pipe are just a matter of cutting it twice and then rifling it—cough cough, I didn't say anything, the food at the station is too good, I'm afraid of gaining weight."

"Those in the know appreciate the details, while those who don't just enjoy the spectacle. At this price of 270, what more could you ask for? If this were sold in the Middle East, it would be a game-changer!"

Some netizens even tagged the famous "Criminal Law Teacher Luo" in the comments section.

"Teacher Luo, what's the sentence for this kind of situation?"

The next highly-rated reply was quickly pushed to the top.

"How many years will he get? That depends on whether Director Zhao wants to be the top dog." At best, it's illegal modification; at worst... it's disrupting regional peace!

"Hey, you upstairs, watch your language. The people in the Middle East are living in dire straits. The gas cylinders we're providing are for boiling water and cooking, and the steel pipes are just ordinary water pipes..."

59

a few days later.

Zhao's Precision Special Steel Factory, Factory Director's Office.

The teacup in Zhao Gang's hand kept trembling.

The three landlines on his desk, plus his two cell phones, were all ringing off the hook.

"Ring ring ring—!"

He grabbed one in a flurry of activity.

"Feed? Where? The trade representative of the United States in China?" Zhao Gang's throat tightened, and he almost bit his tongue. "I want..."

How many? Twenty thousand cans? And that matching "makes cooking taste better" spoiler too?

"Yes, yes, we are civilian products, absolutely civilian! Used for making mutton soup? No problem, the heat is strong and it cooks quickly!"

""

He abruptly hung up the phone, and before he could even catch his breath, another phone rang.

"Hello? This is Zhao's Special Steel—what? Friends from Iraq? You need steel pipes? Just the kind with clean cuts and thickened walls? To build... a grape trellis?"

Zhao Gang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling like he was about to collapse.

He glanced at Cheng Ming, who was calmly drinking tea beside him, his voice trembling.

"Xiao Cheng...this...it's already sold?"

Cheng Ming shook his head helplessly.

"Uncle, your perspective is too narrow."

He pointed out the window.

The factory gate, which was once so deserted that mice could run around in it, is now filled with all kinds of luxury cars.

Mercedes-Benz and BMW are only considered entry-level models; several Bentleys and Rolls-Royces are conspicuously parked at the front, and there are even a few black sedans with consulate license plates.

A group of foreigners dressed in various colors and with different skin tones were making a ruckus around the gatehouse, almost knocking the gatekeeper over.

Cheng Ming stood up, walked over to Zhao Gang, and reached out to straighten his crooked tie.

"This isn't called selling; this is called 'supply falling short of demand.'"

"Changshan used to be called International Village, but that was just netizens joking. From today onwards, this place is a real international business center."

He patted Zhao Gang on the shoulder and smiled slightly.

"Uncle, are you ready to count the money? Or are they greenbacks?"

Zhao Yufeng, standing to the side, watched this scene with a gleam in his striking eyes.

From a young age, she watched her father struggle with the factory, always wearing a smile to try and sell a few tons of steel.

But now, the man who haunts her dreams has brought this nearly bankrupt old factory back to life with just a video and a few catchy lyrics.

It even boosted the entire industrial system of Changshan.

Cheng Ming...

Zhao Yufeng subconsciously took a step forward, his lips moving slightly as if he wanted to say something.

"Bang!"

The office door was suddenly kicked open.

Li Feng rushed in carrying his laptop, his face flushed with extreme excitement, and his glasses were askew.

"It exploded! It completely exploded!"

Li Feng turned the computer screen towards everyone, his finger trembling as he pointed at the external network data.

"It's surpassed 100 million views on YouTube! And... and that Middle Eastern tycoon just sent me a private message!"

On the screen was a long string of Arabic text, followed by a machine-translated Chinese text.

"God above! This is the most perfect kitchenware I've ever seen! Habibi, we want to order 100,000 sets! If you could include that dance tutorial, we'd pay extra! Also, could you make a larger diameter chimney? Price is not an issue!"

"One hundred thousand sets..."

Zhao Gang's eyes rolled back, his body went limp, and he fell straight backward.

An individual's productivity is ultimately limited.

Faced with a flood of orders, Zhao's Precision Special Steel Factory's few half-shutdown production lines were simply a drop in the ocean.

But things soon took a turn for the better.

Changshan, the provincial capital city that has long been jokingly referred to as "International Village," has transformed overnight into a true international business center.

The leaders of the Hebei Provincial Bureau of Culture and Tourism were all smiles. Who would have thought that a funny video made by a young man would actually bring about a "rebirth" of glory for the land of Hebei?

From a provincial capital city with the least presence, it has become the most talked-about focus in the country.

It has both substance and appearance.

Cheng Ming, the creator of this video, was directly regarded as an honored guest of the entire Yan and Zhao region, becoming a walking "spokesperson for Yan and Zhao".

Countless banquets and meetings followed one after another, and Cheng Ming's name resounded throughout Hebei Province.

The cultural and tourism departments in neighboring Shandong Province are practically drooling with envy.

Wang Shuo's phone receives eight hundred calls a day, all from leaders back in his hometown.

"Xiao Wang! Aren't you and Cheng Ming best friends? Hurry up and get him to come to our Shandong Province!"

"Which company has the best excavator technology? Ours has a selling point that's better than their steel pipes! Give us a big boost in traffic!"

The price is negotiable!

Wang Shuo was overwhelmed by the pressure and could only respond with a wry smile.

Godfather is highly sought after now; he can't just arrange things for him casually.

The Zhao family.

Zhao Yufeng's mother, Liu Guifen, pulled her daughter into the room, closed the door, and her face was full of anxiety.

"Daughter, Mom has something to tell you."

"What's wrong, Mom? Why are you being so mysterious?"

Zhao Yufeng, who had just finished showering after a long day, was drying her hair.

"Cheng Ming!"

Liu Guifen lowered her voice, her eyes shining: "This boy is now the most eligible bachelor ever! Look outside, so many people want to curry favor with him but can't find a way!"

She leaned close to Zhao Yufeng's ear and said, word by word.

"You'd better hurry! You know what I mean, right? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so you have to act quickly!"

"Hey! What's the big deal? It's nothing, don't worry, Mom, it's a sure thing..."

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