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Chapter 504: 278 My Regiment Leader, My Regiment_2
Chapter 504: 278 My Regiment Leader, My Regiment_2
Chapter 504: Chapter 278 My Regiment Leader, My Regiment_2
“It is estimated that ‘Summer of Green Forest’ will ultimately settle in sales between twenty to thirty thousand,”
Compared to noon at twelve o’clock, Pei Muchan’s album ‘Chanqing’ had already broken through fifteen thousand in half a day, and it is roughly estimated to settle at around thirty thousand as well.
Unless there were surprises, with the boost from the album topic, the sales between the two women’s albums should not differ too much, basically maintaining a status quo.
Music bloggers have already made review videos, focusing on interpreting the two suggestive album names and bringing up the rivalry for the title of the small queen from two years ago.
On the pilipili video website, in the headline video section.
The blogger “Ghost Ghost Is Not a Fish” explained persuasively, “I am more inclined to believe that the relationship between Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou isn’t as bad as the public has interpreted.”
“This album release is a signal, Lin Wanzhou’s first album since leaving her previous label Cloud Wing Entertainment, is released simultaneously with Pei Muchan’s.”
“Everyone is focused on whether this is a competition, whether Lin Wanzhou can beat Pei Muchan again. In fact, few people have noticed that their release times were staggered.”
“It’s not just the timing, even the formats of their album release events differ. The only similarity is that both albums have the shadow of the same person in their production.”
“Xu Qingyan, as the biggest dark horse that emerged in the music scene in the second half of last year, his songwriting talent is evident to all. A good lyricist and composer will always be sought after.”
“As far as I know, Xu Qingyan’s collaborations with both Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou have been quite in-depth, they extended olive branches to Xu Qingyan at the lowest points in their music careers.”
“A great talent discovers a steed, and this has in turn shown us the positive side of the music industry, that despite its past rot, there is young blood continuously forging ahead.”
Another front-page recommended video, by the music critic “Osmanthus with Wine,” commented in a video.
“From this album’s sales and quality, we can also see Pei Muchan’s return to form. A true champion, when facing harsh situations, when tormented by fate, can timely rescue herself, this perseverance and detached attitude continue to burn in her work.”
“Everyone in the music scene has had their peak, but not everyone stays there. Many have come, many have seen, and ultimately, many have left.”
“No one knows the struggles Pei Muchan has undergone to return to the top. Fans can only glimpse through the cracks in her work to speculate about her past.”
“As a singer who rarely makes public appearances and hardly reveals her feelings to the camera, Pei Muchan will continue to maintain this mystery. But what we cannot deny is that we have seen her passion for music.”
“Passion drives one to keep exploring, to grow continuously. It allows the soul to develop flesh and blood, withstanding the long passage of time. I hope the audience in front of the screen can also find your passion.”
The videos from these music bloggers, riding on their inherent topicality, spread rapidly. The number of clicks grew higher and higher, and the likes piled up.
Whether in the subway or lying on a bed in a room, drinking at a late-night food stall, or out shopping, most who stumbled upon the video would click to watch it.
Pei Muchan is too mysterious, Xu Qingyan is well-known but seldom appears in public afterward. People have heard this name mostly when ‘Blue and White Porcelain’ is mentioned.
Upon remembering him, the first impression is that he isn’t often seen. But you can’t say he isn’t popular, he is very popular but rarely appears, which instead sparks more interest in people.
Goodwill is not something that comes from seeing someone on television every day everywhere. For example, some stars become enormously popular and appear on a variety of variety shows.
Their exposure reaches the maximum, but the impression on the audience is only deep for a moment. Once their artistic life is spent, they quickly fade from public view.
On the contrary, people like Xu Qingyan who quietly bring surprises are imagined by the audience, who then form a deep and positive impression of them.
There are just too many excellent singers, and other singers are not worthless either. Those highly popular singers also have excellent works; how to stand out depends on their own choices.
Apparently, Xu Qingyan made the right choice.
…
Capital City.
Upon landing, Xu Qingyan met with Gan Wenchang whom he hadn’t seen in a long time, the latter driving a black Volkswagen Magotan.
“You’ve arrived quite late, Mr. Xu!”
“Got held up by some stuff, but hey, I made it, didn’t I?” Xu Qingyan shoved his luggage into the trunk and, as he walked to the passenger side, “The emperor isn’t in a hurry, but the eunuch is.”
“Pah, you think I don’t know what you were up to?” Gan Wenchang sat in the driver’s seat with a look of disdain, “You really are the lucky one with all the people you please. Can you even handle it?”
“Don’t talk nonsense, that’s a partnership.” Xu Qingyan didn’t take offense and just sat in the passenger seat, slamming the car door with a bang and casually buckling his seat belt.
“I have few friends because I value deep connections… Is this your car?”
“Yeah, what about it?” Gan Wenchang started the car skillfully, the operation as smooth as flowing water. The car steadily shot forward as he boasted, “Kid, not bad, this car, right?”
“It’s pretty nice, a young achiever driving a Magotan.” Xu Qingyan reached out to change his song, lowered the seat, “What taste, did you buy my song?”
Gan Wenchang looked speechless, “You must be the reincarnation of Zhou Bapi, charging two bucks for a song. Why don’t you just rob people? Who’d buy your crappy songs? I can hum a couple of lines better than you can sing.”
“No wonder I can’t afford a Magotan, it’s because of bastards like you.” Xu Qingyan, restless even while seated, searched everywhere for mineral water.
“Don’t you have mineral water in your car?”
“You damn mutt, if you’re thirsty drink some piss, you don’t deserve mineral water.” Gan Wenchang retorted while driving, “Gave it to a beauty I dropped off this afternoon.”
“You’re telling me you came back to Capital City just to moonlight as a ride-share driver? Don’t joke, where’s the mineral water?”
“I’m not joking with you, really ran out.” Gan Wenchang said, “Aim properly when you drink your pee, don’t get my car wet. The seats are real leather, you know.”
“Your mom!”
Xu Qingyan got out of the car and went to a nearby convenience store to buy a bottle of water. After taking a few sips to quench his thirst, he returned to the car.
As they drove, Gan Wenchang started talking business.
“You’ve really got some damned good timing. Someone’s contesting your script, trying to push your idea out. By the way, have you finished that script?”
“Which script?” Xu Qingyan asked.
“Which else, the one for Chief He, obviously.” Gan Wenchang gripped the steering wheel, “The last time I saw him when he was back from the south, he looked a bit off.”
“Off how?”
“Hard to say, but he’s usually quite gloomy. I don’t know what he saw, claims he went for research, but I never saw his report.”
Hearing Gan Wenchang’s words, Xu Qingyan thought for a moment.
“It’s probably not just unhappiness; it’s likely Chief He learned about the history of the expeditionary force. Knowing something from a distance and coming into close contact are two different things. Maybe it’s psychological pressure.”
“I don’t really follow that stuff, but I still hope you win.” Gan Wenchang said, “I don’t have a good impression of that lot; they act like they’re above everyone.”
“Who cares, we’ll see when we meet tomorrow and take a look at the script.” Xu Qingyan didn’t seem to care much; he hadn’t even handed in his script, let alone finished it.
“It’s not the same, although it’s not kind to say, if those people really want it…” Gan Wenchang said, “They’ve hired quite a few scriptwriters for some wuxia script.”
“I haven’t seen it, but it sounds unreliable. These folks are unwelcomed everywhere. I heard they messed up a historical drama they worked on last year. Made it a complete mess.”
“What was it called?”
“Forgot the name, something about an emperor; it was both stinky and long.” Gan Wenchang shook his head, then remembering something, casually asked, “By the way, what’s your script called?”
“My Regiment Commander, My Regiment.” He said.
“That name…” Gan Wenchang smacked his lips, “Sounds so-so…”
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