Fan Ming spoke in a hurry, which made Su Butong a little funny. He actually remembered the reason why he wanted to do this.

This can be traced back to last year when Marquis Shilin was recruiting apprentices on behalf of his master in Jinmen. Two short-sighted Houmen crosstalk actors were dissatisfied that Su Budong was younger than them and older than them, so they kept making provocations.

Su Butong pulled Fan Ming and scolded Fan Ming in cross talk, scolding these people for forgetting their ancestors. After the scolding, he thought the matter was over. Who knew that Marquis Shilin felt that Su Butong's scolding was justified, so he asked Su Butong to shoulder the burden.

, to check the disciples of Hou Men. He also made it clear that within a period of one year, anyone who fails to pass the four subjects of cross talk will be expelled from the school.

The crosstalk actor lost his qualifications to perform without his mentor, which was related to their jobs. Later, Su Butong had many things to do, so he forgot about it. Who knows that the old man still remembers it? According to Fan Ming, this matter is still a big deal.

It had to be him. Su Butong had just finished saying that he wanted to focus on the game. Now, didn't he slap himself in the face?

So I quickly called Shilinhou's home while it was still early. Not many people have telephones at home these days, but Shilinhou has exactly this benefit. The phone number is 5 digits, which is quite easy to remember. Wait.

When the other side answered the phone, Su Butong immediately started to complain. Unexpectedly, the other side sneered: "Baby, your wings are stiff, right? You have no say in this matter, your senior brother has the final say. I don't care about you.

No matter how you do it, you have to do it for me anyway!"

Come on, the old man didn't listen to what Su Butong said at all.

Su Butong had many evil ideas. He called Director Huang from CCTV: "Director Huang, are there any programs on the station recently?"

Director Huang didn't understand what Su Butong meant, "What program?"

"I have some resources. I can gather all the crosstalk actors in Hou Men. How about we hold a crosstalk competition?"

"Your Hou family is holding a cross talk competition, what should Ma Men and Chang Men do? Watch from the corner? No way, no way." Director Huang also knows about things in the literary and art world, and knows that cross talk is not limited to the old Hou family.

"Hey, brother, I have no choice." Seeing that the other party was not happy, Su Butong told the reason for the matter.

“For you to be the general convener, isn’t this ‘putting an onion in a pig’s nose—pretending’?” Director Huang said with a smile.

"Stop making fun of me, just tell me if you are willing to help my brother with this job." Su Butong said.

"It's really inappropriate for us to do this. It's easy to offend people. You might as well go to the local station and try it." Director Huang gave an idea.

"Local channel? Capital channel?" Su Butong didn't react.

"Yes, think about it, is the Beijing TV channel only visible to the people of the capital now? No matter how much you make a fuss on it, it won't cause much trouble. But you have nothing to do. Why don't you go on TV to publicize this kind of thing?"

"I do it in private because I'm afraid that someone will default on it. It's broadcast on TV. I don't care about it. The public's eyes are sharp. And this can also earn some advertising fees, right?"

"You are just like a land lord shaving your head - shaving off the land." Director Huang scolded with a smile. "If you don't have any oil, you will have to pay twenty taels of oil. I will give you the phone number of the deputy director of the Beijing TV station in a while. You can give it to him."

Tell me."

"Then you have to tell him something. If someone pouts me, I'll be so shameless." Su Butong said anxiously.

"Brother, you really don't understand your business. Do you know how many people have come to me since you attended the two Spring Festival Galas to ask for your contact information and want you to go out and make money?"

"I didn't receive such a call." Su Butong was stunned.

"Nonsense, when I tell people that you are the big boss yourself and don't need money, they just give up in anger. Let me tell you, if you call the deputy director of Beijing TV Station, your words will be more effective than mine."

"Really?" Su Butong didn't believe it.

"Is it true or not? It can't be true or false! Can't you just give it a try?"

"If that doesn't work, just let CCTV broadcast it." Su Butong refused and wanted to use CCTV as a backup.

This made Director Huang very angry: "Brother, what I'm giving you is a clear guide. Besides, I'm not the leader of the station. I can decide what programs to put on? Right?"

Su Butong thought about this and said, "Okay, just give me his phone number."

So Su Butong made a call to Deputy Director Jiang of Beijing TV Station. As Director Huang said, Deputy Director Jiang was what he wanted. So the two hit it off and decided to start preparing for this cross talk competition program today.

After getting up and stretching, Su Butong moved around a bit. The amount of exercise last night was a bit heavy and walking was a bit awkward.

Lin Muyu bought him breakfast and left a note asking him to have breakfast. Then she caught an early morning flight and left.

After dinner, Su Butong went to the game group and stared at it.

Chu Xingyun came over and asked: "Boss, aren't you going to make a robot game? Have you bought the copyright?"

Su Butong shook his head: "No. It was bought back by Bandai."

"Then there's a game on our schedule, what do we do?"

"Of course it's still a mech combat game."

"Is it still a machine combat game? Didn't it mean that we don't have the copyright?" Chu Xingyun was stunned.

"Can't we make a combat game without copyright? We can draw it ourselves." Su Butong said.

"Draw it by yourself? Is it too late? Just setting it up takes a lot of time, and yesterday you held a meeting and said that many game companies have already kicked us out. I feel that there is a sense of crisis. We should not make a hit now.

come out?"

"Of course we are going to make a hit game." If what is expected is true, Bandai has bought the copyright, and since it has no ability, it will have to find a game company to represent it. And the best company for Bandai is none other than Namco.

Su Butong's favorite thing is of course making trouble.

He is very happy to engage in Namco. After all, the two companies have countless grievances.

Su Butong found Zhanlong's royal painter and started drawing the robot's settings himself.

"Boss, who are these?" Chu Xingyun asked.

"Shirakawachou, Ingram, Aslansala, Nanbu Xiosuke, Axelline Browning..." Subutong spent the whole morning painting and drew some of his favorite characters.

"And what about these robots?"

"King of Power, Quran Xiu, White Knight, Gloucester, Mirage Tower, Lancelot..."

"Interesting, did you also join the legend of King Arthur's knights?" Chu Xingyun, who graduated from a top student, read a lot, and naturally knew the meaning of Lancelot's name. "So handsome." They all say that mechas belong to men.

Romantic. Chu Xingyun and the group members, who had never played a combat game before, were immediately attracted.

What was it like to be an otaku in the late 1980s?
Chapter completed!