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Chapter 352: 230 Pei Muchan: You're pregnant again? Xu: No, it's just the misty rain as dusk falls.

Chapter 352: Chapter 230 Pei Muchan: You’re pregnant again? Xu: No, it’s just the misty rain as dusk falls.

Xu Qingyan returned to the hotel and put the takeout into the fridge.

He appeared on the scene promptly at 2 pm and wandered around for about an hour. The technical team leader, Lu Liangsheng, called him over and found someone to accompany him.

“Hello, my name is Gan Yingchang,” a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight greeted him, “I’m from the director crew, you can follow me now, so we can learn from each other.”

“Hello, I’m Xu Qingyan,” he shook hands with the other person.

He was originally in the technical crew, but now he had been thrown into the director crew. The badge he received didn’t specify any crew, only stating ‘Performance Support Department’.

That scope was too broad, makeup, visuals, all belonged to the Performance Support Department.

He couldn’t get involved in the work of the director crew, so he just watched, learned, and did miscellaneous tasks. At the same time, he noticed something; it seemed like this Spring Festival Gala was taking a path that combined technology and tradition.

As he lowered his head, a few film scenes flashed through his mind.

The grand Tang dynasty… The night curfew lifted for the festival, “The Longest Day In Chang’an,” “Thirty Thousand Miles in Chang’an,” “Legend of the Demon Cat,” the images flashed before his eyes.

Xu Qingyan shook his head, pushing away the bustling and flourishing images of the everlasting Chang’an city that filled his mind.

This could be considered his formal employment, different from being a temp worker. Maybe it was considered a hiring, having come through special channels, he could probably be classified as special talent.

The central station had just introduced a concept of ‘Our Spring Festival Gala,’ and the director crew basically handled any ideas on a case-by-case basis, promoting collective wisdom and input.

But collective wisdom had its thresholds; first, you had to get in and catch the leaders’ eyes. There were so many cultural workers nationwide, and not many could catch a glance from the branch venue directors.

“Our salary should be around seven or eight thousand, with various subsidies added together it’s quite a bit,” Gan Yingchang took him around, “The salary is just okay, paid on the tenth of every month.”

“It’s strange, Xu, you were with Lu team leader, how did you get split over to us?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t been here long myself, and I’m not really…” Xu Qingyan said, “Anyway, just follow the leader’s arrangements, maybe the director thinks I’m more suited for this.”

“The technical crew is more popular, and their salary is higher,” Gan Yingchang continued, “Joining our director crew is purely laborious, every day you’re as sleepy as the husband in a porn film who can’t wake up.”

Gan Yingchang’s slick comment left Xu Qingyan feeling numb, what an outrageous metaphor.

“What does the director crew do?” Xu Qingyan squatted to the side, glanced at the embryonic stage being built, and asked curiously, “You all call it the director crew, but there are so many people, it’s hard to tell.”

“The director crew does everything, there are the core creators like the chief director, the producer, post-production, they have the right to speak, like Lu team leader, He team leader, and so on,” Gan Yingchang enlightened him.

“The rest mainly assist in day-to-day operations, such as photography coordination and so on. As long as we don’t make mistakes, no one can trouble us.”

“The main thing is to be careful, do your own job well, and not get scolded by any of those directors,” he explained.

Xu Qingyan nodded upon hearing this, combining what he had searched online, he now had a rough understanding of the Chang’an branch venue’s director crew.

First, there was chief director Ji Shi’an, who was Xinghai branch venue’s chief director for the past two years. With strong control over the scene and innovative thinking, he was an old-timer at the central station.

Next was Lu Liangsheng, not much was known about him. His name always appeared in various national galas or in the city’s Spring Festival Gala, Winter Sports Festival, and so on.

The producer was somewhat unfamiliar, a woman in her thirties with credentials that seemed pretty outstanding.

Last was He Guojin, referred to by Lin Chuan as the big boss. All that was known was that he should be from the central station, but not what he specifically did. Chief director Ji Shi’an seemed quite familiar with him.

Oddly, after He Guojin threw him into this venue, it was as if he didn’t care anymore.

He actually wanted to ask He Guojin if he seemed a bit redundant. But then he thought, just go with the flow for now; it seemed like he was the only one mingling everywhere.

From the technical crew to the director crew, it was like rotating positions, but in this short time, it felt more like doing odd jobs.

“I don’t know what kind of work they’ve assigned you, but most likely it’s artist coordination,” Gan Yingchang stood up, changing spots to loaf around, with Xu Qingyan immediately lowering his head to follow.

When you’re on the outside, speak less, listen more, and don’t do things blindly.

“Gan bro, are there any pitfalls in artist coordination?” he asked.

In theory, he should have brought a pack of cigarettes, but he had quit long ago and didn’t have the habit. A Spring Festival Gala branch venue wasn’t worth picking it up again.

Just pretend not to smoke, and no one would make things difficult for him.

After all, since Lu Liangsheng had found Gan Yingchang for him, it couldn’t just be someone random. Being brought along by He Guojin meant he wouldn’t just be thrown around haphazardly.

“Pitfalls? It’s basically those things,” Gan Yingchang thought for a while, “The work isn’t too much, just involve contacting performers, reminding them when to enter or leave the stage.”

“Some tasks can be delegated to assistants, like grabbing makeup spots, or other things. If you really want to talk about pitfalls, artist coordination doesn’t have many, but be careful not to offend someone.”

“Who?”

“Some pretty… cunning man,” Gan Yingchang sighed, patting Xu Qingyan’s shoulder, “Anyway, you’ll find out later.”

Xu Qingyan responded with an “Oh,” realizing there might be an idiot.

“What’s his name?”

“Zou Lewei, Wei bro,” Gan Yingchang said with a look of admiration.

While the words seemed nice, Xu Qingyan had a feeling Gan Yingchang was cursing inside.

Wherever there are people, there are rivalries, especially since the scriptwriting circle has no barriers. As long as one is born well and wins the birth lottery, with no job in adulthood, one might just end up in scriptwriting.

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