Chapter 42: 042 Impossible Not To Be Convinced
In Wang Heng’s view, this was perhaps the strongest insurance measure.
Let Pei Ningle treat him as an agent, and one who signed a harsh contract. This way, once this girl really became popular, she would naturally want to take back the benefits that belonged to her. At that time, the two would fall out, and any ambiguous relationship, any Peach Blossom Tribulation, would naturally dissipate into thin air.
Just like in that story, the old farmer was willing to donate one hundred million, but not a cow, because he really had a cow. Now Pei Ningle was poor and had nothing, so splitting the nominal 50% was naturally no problem. But when she could really hold a concert and earn ten thousand or a million, letting the ‘agent’ take half, how could there be no complaints? Even ghosts wouldn’t believe it, okay?
And before falling out, with Pei Ningle’s strength… Wang Heng felt he could definitely pocket a large sum.
So he immediately asked for paper and pen in the hotel, searched online for an economy contract template, and hastily prepared two copies of the contract. Of course, he didn’t exploit her too harshly, and agreed with Pei Ningle that the income from her being a resident singer didn’t need to be shared with the agent.
In the hotel room, this 50% revenue share contract that would leave countless professional agents speechless was freshly produced.
The two signed their names and pressed their fingerprints.
“Okay, two copies of the contract, you take one and I take one, let’s both keep them safe.”
After Wang Heng finished speaking, he saw the young girl extend her right hand.
Pei Ningle: “Want to do a pinky promise?”
Wang Heng: “…”
Pei Ningle: “Don’t want to?”
Wang Heng: “Okay, whatever makes you happy.”
The two hooked pinkies, and Pei Ningle even specially said, “Pinky promise, one hundred years, no changes!”
Wang Heng’s mouth twitched, and he held back from complaining—50% revenue share, if it really didn’t change for a hundred years, this girl would lose until she died!
But Pei Ningle clearly didn’t realize the issue; she grinned, folded the contract, stuffed it into her schoolbag, and then continued writing her song with peace of mind.
Wang Heng silently left her room, walked out of the hotel, took out his mobile phone, and saw a new text from Lu Qi.
【Tomorrow at ten in the morning, come to Penguin Building to report.】
Behind this sentence was a string of detailed addresses.
Wang Heng put away his mobile phone and muttered to himself, “Let’s earn this wave first…”
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As the top giant in the domestic internet industry, Penguin had wealth beyond ordinary imagination. Just the office buildings for employees, they owned more than one. From Imperial Capital to Shenzhen, including Rongdu, all had Penguin Company buildings.
However, the people working in this building in Rongdu weren’t necessarily all formal internal employees of Penguin Company. Nearly half were actually outsourcing personnel, that is, temporary workers.
Like Wang Heng, who was walking into the building at this moment.
He had no employee card and couldn’t even pass the door access system at the building entrance; luckily, Lu Qi sent someone down.
The one sent down to bring Wang Heng through the door access system was a programmer not yet thirty. Besides his dark short-sleeved otaku set, his slightly sparse scalp seemed to hint at his position.
“You’re Wang Heng?” The programmer sized up the delicate-looking boy in front of him and frowned slightly. “Follow me, Sister Lu asked me to take you up.”
Wang Heng smiled. “Sure, what’s your name?”
“I’m Feng Zhuo, just call me Brother Feng.”
“Okay, Brother Feng.”
Leading Wang Heng into the elevator, during the time it took to reach the floor, Feng Zhuo kept secretly sizing him up.
Finally, Feng Zhuo couldn’t help asking, “Which school did you graduate from?”
Wang Heng: “Telecom Tech University.”
Feng Zhuo: “Oh, that one, no wonder…”
Wang Heng: “Current student, haven’t graduated yet.”
Feng Zhuo’s eyes widened. “Impossible!”
Wang Heng: “To be precise, I’m still a first year university student, the kind who just enrolled and hasn’t done military training yet.”
Feng Zhuo blurted out, “Then how do you know programming? You didn’t come here without even knowing C language grammar, did you?”
“That you’d have to ask the big shot Lu Qi; wasn’t it her who called me for the part-time job?” Wang Heng didn’t bother defending himself and pointed at the slowly opening elevator door. “We’re here, let’s go?”
“Oh…”
Feng Zhuo, full of disbelief, led Wang Heng into Lu Qi’s office.
Before entering, Wang Heng noticed a nameplate on the door of this independent office that read ‘Group One Technical Director.’ So he understood that after being transferred from Shenzhen, Lu Qi had probably been promoted and become a leader. This progress seemed faster than in the first playthrough. Also, Penguin Games had now started the Honor of Kings development project, and the progress seemed a bit ahead of schedule.
Wang Heng couldn’t help but ponder darkly: if this was all the influence of the worldline correction mechanism… then what would happen in the future was really hard to say.
“Sister Lu, Classmate Wang Heng is here.”
While saying this, Feng Zhuo secretly sighed—when Lu Qi had instructed him to go downstairs to pick someone up, she said it was ‘Classmate Wang Heng,’ but he never imagined this kid was really a student, and a first year university student at that!
Lu Qi glanced at the two and pointed outside. “Isn’t there an empty workstation next to you? Take him there. Wang Heng, I’m very busy here; what you need to do is work with Feng Zhuo to polish the pipeline we’ll use later, got it?”
Feng Zhuo and Wang Heng nodded one after another, indicating they understood.
“That’s it then, go get to work quick; the project timeline is tight. Oh, and Wang Heng, even though you’re not a formal employee, you’re not here to do odd jobs under me. Don’t be afraid, share any ideas you have.”
After speaking, Lu Qi waved her hand, unceremoniously shooing them out.
Feng Zhuo and Wang Heng left Lu Qi’s office and arrived beside an empty workstation. Feng Zhuo’s face still showed some incredulity, while Wang Heng was quite calm and composed.
“Use this computer for now.” Feng Zhuo pointed at the empty workstation and said.
Wang Heng nodded, sat down without hesitation, and pressed the power button.
Feng Zhuo stood by, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally couldn’t help asking, “You know what Sister Lu meant by ‘pipeline’ just now, right?”
Wang Heng answered without thinking, “Pipeline, all the tools for making games, including art, animation, effects, and planner system.”
Feng Zhuo: “Oh, so you know…”
Wang Heng glanced at him strangely. “If I didn’t even know that, why would Sister Lu have me come work?”
Feng Zhuo scratched his head, momentarily speechless.
At this point, the computer had booted up, and the display screen showed the Linux operating system.
Feng Zhuo asked again, “You know how to use this system, right?”
Wang Heng turned his head, said nothing, and looked at him with the gaze of someone pitying the mentally challenged.
Feng Zhuo couldn’t help scratching his head again. He didn’t catch the deeper meaning in Wang Heng’s gaze; he just felt a bit awkward for some reason…
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