Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Chapter 231 The Difficult Double Best Actress Luo Yuexiu

They chatted about some other trivial topics before Xu Qingyan finally ended the call.

He stared blankly at the computer for a while, then rubbed his face and plunged back into work. It's just a national style song, if "Blue and White Porcelain" won't work, then there's "Luzhou Moon" or "Orchid Pavilion."

If all else fails, "Swallows Return to the Nest." Even if he doesn't get a song in the Spring Festival Gala, he can't keep doing odd jobs.

Dude's main strategy is having a shocking reserve, another day he'll offer up the song "Stubborn." That's how stubborn I am, persistence for me, is to meet force with force.

No, I really need to create a "Stubborn," to whitewash myself again. But the holiday isn't long, do I really need to spend it all working?

Wouldn't that mean non-stop work upon my return?

He hesitated again and decided to draft the song first and then see. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

He had been aimlessly wandering for two days, and although he felt somewhat depressed, he always thought that He Guojin wouldn't call him over just to do odd jobs.

There are plenty of people to do that kind of thing, he wouldn't be singled out like a beast of burden, especially to receive personal treatment. He thought about it but still had no clue.

It's really true that you shouldn't guess a leader's thoughts, whoever guesses becomes the clown.

The next day, he resumed work as a director's assistant.

Not the main director's assistant, but the one for the skills group. The Spring Festival Gala... even for the branch venue, can't do without large-scale acts, grand performances with many participants.

The skills group director was like a coach, commanding a group of kids selected from the Chang'an Martial Arts School.

Apparently, the team from the Chang'an branch venue had been scouting since July, settled on the Great Tang Never Sleeps City as the stage in August, and then the main creative team started theme selection and group division.

Basically, there was one team for each song or act, dividing the massive directing team into sections, like a combination of several members of the directing team and the dance group.

For example, the dance team leader Xiao Shujun, the woman with the temperament of a swimming fish that Xu Qingyan had encountered in the corridor, was also the general director of song and dance.

The skills group was actually part of the directing team too, merging into the programs to create a big scene. This act was already set in stone, and Xu Qingyan was mainly responsible for overseeing the coordination.

Having thousands of people in the same venue at once was indeed quite a spectacle.

When it comes down to it, it's still doing odd jobs, I shouted myself hoarse all day long.

After barely making it through a day, the next day he was informed that he was moved to manage the artists. Mainly responsible for coordinating with the stars who were to perform at the branch venue, according to a list.

In the morning, while Xu Qingyan was sucking on watermelon frost, he suddenly saw Gan Yingchang come over.

"How come you're doing artist coordination again?"

"Don't know, I go where I'm needed." Xu Qingyan looked down at his phone, "Luo Yuexiu? Gan bro, do you know this star?"

"Holy shit, dude, don't you go online?" Gan Yingchang looked at him in disbelief, "Luo Yuexiu, that double award-winning actress, although they say there's some fluff there."

"Overall, she's still pretty famous, used to be even more so, it's just okay now."

"Oh, I don't really come into contact with these things." Xu Qingyan touched his face and smiled, "Mainly because I don't really like watching movies, I might not have seen her."

"Then you've really missed out, wait, no." Gan Yingchang couldn't resist making a comment, "Even if you don't watch movies, you should have heard of her, she's got a killer body, it's just that her temper isn't very good."

On hearing this, Xu Qingyan looked up, instinctively sensing something off.

"Go on."

"There's nothing much to elaborate on, you really haven't heard of her, huh?" Gan Yingchang scratched his head, his eyes filled with confusion, "She just has a bad temper."

"Maybe she's going through menopause, over thirty, changes assistants every half a month. Tsk, tsk, it's said that the assistants around her barely last a month before they want to quit."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Gan Yingchang bared his teeth, looked left and right to see that no one was around, and then lowered his voice to say,

"If you were her assistant, having to take off her shoes every day, could you tolerate that?"

"Hmm... depends on how high the salary is, does she have athlete's foot?" Xu Qingyan stroked his chin as if genuinely contemplating, "If it's twenty thousand a month..."

"Holy crap, brother, you're really tempted, huh?"

"Twenty thousand is quite a lot."

"Come on, why are you acting poor in front of your buddies?" Gan Yingchang was getting a bit impatient, "You've sold seven or eight songs, right? And one of them was a smash hit."

"With that foundation, you must have made a tidy sum," he continued. "It's not that I'm jealous. It's just that you're way out of my league, and all I can do is admire you. Besides, you're not short of money."

"Well..." Xu Qingyan had grown accustomed to playing coy, "Creativity is fickle, as you know. This line of work is a bit esoteric."

"At any moment, one could be struck by 'Jiang Lang's creative exhaustion.' I might have reached my limit."

Moved by what he heard, Gan Yingchang felt a surge of emotion.

If a professional singer had said this, he would have dismissed it as nonsense. But realizing that Xu Qingyan was, after all, an amateur, some people burn bright only to fade away.

Thinking this, he couldn't help but admire Xu Qingyan even more.

"No worries, little brother Xu, aren't you also trying to transition into something else? Anyway, you can write songs anytime. We'll just write whatever comes to us, no need for anxiety."

"Having two jobs doesn't conflict, just keep at them both, and who knows when inspiration will strike again."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan let out a sigh.

"I just worry that I won't last long in this job. There are too many talented people in this field."

"Talented? How so?", Gan Yingchang patted him on the shoulder. "Those who can't do any other job, and can't make it as rappers, end up coming to our field."

After some idle chat, they parted ways, and Xu Qingyan headed to the parking lot at the agreed time to pick someone up.

Meanwhile.

In the break room, Zhou Lewei was drinking with another person.

Nobody usually cared about him, nor would anyone call him. Half the directing team knew what kind of person he was, someone with some substance, but just a few tricks up his sleeve.

He could impress newcomers, but even veterans in the field needed to take a closer look. Yet, if the other was the executive director of a Spring Festival Gala sub-venue, he paled in comparison.

"Damn it, I just feel like things have been going wrong recently." With a thud, he slammed his glass on the table. "No one understands me. They're all a bunch of old-fashioned stubborn types."

Zou Lewei was genuinely frustrated. He had hoped to achieve great things, yet he had run into old fossils. Even Quentin was beyond their comprehension, and Mr. Ji still pretends to be the big-shot director.

No wonder he was just a sub-venue director. It made sense that the main network's variety show department had no place for him—he simply didn't have an eye for aesthetics.

Recently, he had taken a fancy to a girl from the makeup department, Jiang Yunyao, but he hadn't even managed to start a conversation with her.

Then he switched his attention to a dancer from the dance team, Wang Qingqing. He did manage to talk to her, but it seemed she had a boyfriend, a Muay Thai coach.

Heh, what's the use of Muay Thai? We live in a society governed by laws; it's like following a monkey trend to learn Muay Thai now. What's the point of being able to fight? These days, it's all about money and power.

Sigh, that's love for you, unstoppable when it comes.

Because, in love, there's no such thing as first or last!

"Brother Wei, you can't say that," the other person looked at Zhou Lewei's mood and cautiously joked with a smile, "A man's fortune is unknown until the moment it changes, maybe luck will turn in a couple of days."

"I hope so, let's change the subject," Zhou Lewei rubbed his eyes and then asked, "Has Xu Qingyan been transferred to the artistic management department? Has it been arranged?"

"All set up, he was due for rotation anyway. It looks like some leader requested it," the other person fawned. "Probably pissed someone off, and they're deliberately making life tough for him."

"Ha, I knew it, I had no idea why they hired someone like that," Zhou Lewei said. "Just right for him to take some knocks, Luo Yuexiu is famously bad-tempered."

"Absolutely, Mr. Zhou, wise as always."

"Hm? You seem a bit too eager, we're all on the same team here," he said with a sign of annoyance. "What do you mean by this? It's not conducive to team collaboration."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhou, your guidance is correct."

After a while, Zhou Lewei took the initiative, "That nephew of yours, what's his name..."

The parking lot.

Xu Qingyan had stood waiting for about ten minutes when he finally saw the legendary double-award-winning actress's nanny van arrive. The tires screeched to a halt, and a female assistant scrambled out.

She ran toward him in an exaggerated military-like jog and, in front of him, pulled out a pair of sneakers from her bag, followed by a pair of fair feet stretching out.

The tops of the feet were fair and gave no hint of age.