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Chapter 356: 232: Cultural Confidence in Poetry, What a Top-Tier Ranter, No, He Must Be a Connection!

Chapter 356: Chapter 232: Cultural Confidence in Poetry, What a Top-Tier Ranter, No, He Must Be a Connection!

Xu Qingyan glanced at her, noticing her slender toes painted with red nail polish.

After the assistant had put her shoes on, the star finally stepped down from the car.

Her fair skin appeared almost pale, the foundation around her eyes was thickly applied. Her raven-black hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, and her melon-seed face was framed by delicate eyebrows, her entire visage exuding a despondent beauty.

Luo Yuexiu, a two-time Best Actress, her eyes brimming with intense restlessness.

At the same time, she noticed the Arts Coordinator who had come to greet them. After appraising him for a while, she realized he didn’t seem like a professional coordinator, but a young and handsome poplar.

His gaze was calm as he looked at her, not showing the slightest intention to greet her.

The moment their eyes met, Xu Qingyan pulled out his phone, glanced at some information, then looked at the female assistant beside him, his tone not very enthusiastic.

He didn’t look at people through a malicious lens; the other party had only one assistant and not even a bodyguard. What others said wasn’t necessarily true; different people have different opinions.

Luo Yuexiu’s performance was a song and dance number, and ‘singer’ was listed on her profile, so Xu Qingyan simply read from it.

“Hello, you’re the singer Luo Yuexiu, right? Follow me, please.”

Since her profile stated ‘singer,’ Xu Qingyan just read it as such. Frankly, he might be assigned to a different job tomorrow, so there was no need to fuss about it.

The job of an Arts Coordinator mainly involves reception and communication with the production team, scheduling rehearsals, and handling a variety of big and small tasks, including negotiating on site or taking care of artists.

The Spring Festival Gala did not require such humility, even for a sub-venue. Xu Qingyan was temporarily filling this role, acting as a quasi-PD (executive director), leading the talent in for reporting.

Xu Qingyan walked briskly, there was much to do today. The rehearsal schedule that he had been given was timed down to the minute, considering what was to follow.

As for whether he was worried that the actress behind him couldn’t keep up—that wasn’t his concern.

Since she was already wearing sneakers, he couldn’t keep looking back every three steps. In this industry, the nice people only get bullied; it’s all about striking a balance.

After walking a distance, he turned and stopped, waiting for Luo Yuexiu to catch up before he continued onwards. His pace stayed brisk, but the two behind him evidently picked up their speed too.

Luo Yuexiu couldn’t bear it any longer and spoke up.

“Hey, excuse me, could you walk a bit slower?”

“I could, but you’re late,” Xu Qingyan turned and said, “We don’t have much time, and I’ve been brought in at the last minute, so I need more time to familiarize myself with the process.”

“So while it’s possible in principle, it’s not really feasible in practice.”

Luo Yuexiu frowned as she looked at the strapping young man ahead of her, biting her lower lip. It was only in the Spring Festival Gala that she was treated this way; anywhere else, she would be held in high regard.

Their act couldn’t make it to the main venue of the Spring Festival Gala, but it was still a step up in terms of experience.

Forget it, she’d endure it.

“What’s your name?” Luo Yuexiu asked reluctantly.

He glanced back at the actress, his expression still calm and undisturbed, without a hint of panic. Everyone was here looking for opportunities, who was more noble than whom? It was better to just answer directly.

“Xu Qingyan.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Yuexiu felt that the name of this PD seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quite place where she had heard it. As she saw him walking away again, she begrudgingly hurried after him.

The distance from the parking lot to the studio was quite long, and it was only after some rushing that they finally entered. Then the communication and confirmation began.

There were quite a few people around, and he instructed the two women,

“Sorry, you’ll have to wait here for a bit. I need to ask about something. If you need to use the restroom, remember to tell me in advance, and I’ll take you.”

The crowd was noisy. Luo Yuexiu watched Xu Qingyan’s retreating figure with a frown, feeling she had heard of him somewhere…

“Xiao Zhao.”

“I’m here, what’s up, Sister Luo?” The female assistant immediately looked up, alert, “Do you need to change shoes? Or is your back uncomfortable? I can now…”

“No, do you know that PD, the one who led us in just now?” she asked, “I keep feeling that the name Xu Qingyan is very familiar, but I can’t remember.”

“I’m not sure either, but if there’s no coincidence of names,” Xiao Zhao hesitated, “Sister Luo, I think he wrote Lin Chuan’s song ‘Big Fish’.”

“Big Fish?” Luo Yuexiu took out her phone and did some searching.

If you asked which song was the hottest recently, none could beat Lin Chuan’s “Big Fish.” Almost all short-video platforms were heavily promoting the song, including Lin Chuan’s team.

Even though Luo Yuexiu rarely paid attention to the music industry, she would occasionally stumble upon related videos.

Once she searched for the composer and lyricist, she indeed found Xu Qingyan.

The related recommendation links, following the principle of the newest and hottest, immediately popped up songs like “Clouds Become Rain” and “Rice Fragrance.” She checked each one and then found Xu Qingyan’s face.

It was undoubtedly him. That name, that face… It would be strange if there was a mix-up. After flipping through six or seven posts, Luo Yuexiu grew increasingly shocked.

He had entered the industry three months ago, metamorphosing from a reality show contestant plagued by rumors into a talent bursting with lyrical and musical prowess, then directed a music video with a strong traditional Chinese aesthetic. Three months, three different personas.

What was more crucial was that such a person, endowed with popularity, would normally be topping the trending searches, frequently appearing on variety shows, or showcasing for money.

Yet he hadn’t sought any of that popularity. Other than writing songs, he was practically invisible. It was puzzling why he’d come to labor at the Spring Festival Gala’s Chang’an sub-venue.

Laboring… Luo Yuexiu had reached her current stature thanks to her sharp instincts. Many disapproved of her, but she was still an actress, an award-winning one at that, even if one could argue about the merits.

She briefly reviewed Xu Qingyan’s entire body of work without actually listening to the songs in detail. Just by looking at the numbers alone, she could tell that each of these songs was above the standard of excellence.

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