Chapter 309: Chapter 211 Xu: It seems that without intending to, I have infiltrated the enemy’s ranks, and if I don’t wrap this up soon…
Out in the world, your identity is what you make of it.
“Later I need to send a little sweet potato, the sound of flipping through books next door is so noisy I can’t study. Still gotta edit videos tonight, or else all of today’s effort would be wasted.”
The group admin fell silent for a few seconds before tagging him again.
“Dove, I hope you can balance your ti. Honestly, we’ve got quite a few capable writers in our group, yet I specifically chose you. Do you know why?”
He glanced at his screen, laughed, and thought, even a low-level admin dares to CPU?
“Classmates call Sister Dove, friends call Little Dovey, and you directly call Little Dove? What, you want to jump ship and write for geigei’s arch enemy?”
After getting dissed, the group admin didn’t dare to curse back. Unable to complete the mission, they couldn’t justify themselves in the admin group, and could only send a /smile/ emoticon.
Five minutes later, they started essay-mode.
Xu Qingyan was amused, tossed aside his phone, choosing not to look. He wasn’t the least bit worried about being kicked out of the group. Without him, who would write the featured posts if the dog returned to its vomit?
Ten past noon.
“Why are you here so early today?” Pei Muchan arrived fashionably late, only to spot Xu Qingyan working and couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Got inspiration for a new song?”
“Sort of, wrote the beginning of a song. Can’t always be slacking off,” he replied lazily, propping his chin with his hand, shalessly admiring today’s dose of beauty.
Her aura tended toward the cool and detached, her figure full and curvaceous. She wore different outfits every day, almost never repeating. It was either different hairstyles or so small accessory.
In the beginning of August, Pei Muchan was almost too busy to fly but maintained light makeup.
Now that he was familiar with her, Xu Qingyan noticed she hardly wore makeup to work. She’d only apply light makeup when she had to go out, and sotis she couldn’t be bothered with even that, just slapping on lipstick and calling it a day.
And yet, she was as naturally radiant as they co.
“Well, you don’t need to rush, good things take ti,” Pei Muchan said, although she wasn’t sure what he had been up to recently. His state was a bit puzzling.
Sotis he seed very idle, but then could present a masterpiece like “Big Fish”.
Yet at tis, he would arrive early at the studio, fussing over sothing seemingly unrelated to his new song. If asked, he’d just say he was busy.
“By the way, ‘Along the Flowering Path’ has already aired several episodes, reception is good.” She suddenly spoke up, “Did I tell you last ti that the production team was thinking about inviting a song?”
“Yeah, what about it?” Xu Qingyan paused for a mont before he rembered the matter.
It was half a month ago when Pei Muchan ntioned it briefly.
She said the “Along the Flowering Path” production team wanted to buy the TV rights to “Always So Quiet” for use as an insert song.
But at that ti, Xu Qingyan was in the eye of the storm, and Pei Muchan didn’t agree for caution’s sake. So the matter was dropped and forgotten with no further follow-up.
“They still want to license the song, but they lowered their offer. Doesn’t seem like they really want it,” Pei Muchan said, “Do you know what their excuse was?”
“What?”
“The market price has dropped, it’s been this price all along,” Pei Muchan laughed with apparent anger, “They’re really sothing, lowering the price because the popularity has dipped.”
“Market price, that sounds nice, but what they’re really saying is that it’s not worth that much now.”
Hearing this, Xu Qingyan couldn’t help but laugh himself.
“Don’t take it too seriously, the entertainnt industry is all about lifting high and stepping low. As long as you can stay popular, you can sell any tune at a high price. Just take it in stride.”
When Pei Muchan heard this, she sighed softly.
“It’s like the production team is implying I was just a flash in the pan, now that the hype has died down, I’m only worth so much.”
“I sort of regret it now, shouldn’t have sold them the rights for the ‘Qing Tian’ TV series version!”
Opportunism is everywhere, not all small productions care about decent relationships and being modest and humble. Once people get a taste of success, they start to float, losing sight of where they stand.
“Okay, calm down,” Xu Qingyan stood up, moved beside her, and replaced her cup with hot water, consoling, “We’re just earning a steady trickle of money, little by little.”
A miffed goddess was sowhat cute, resting her cheek in her hand, eyes glued to the computer.
“If they want to drop the price, let them. That production team ntioned buying a song from Lin Chuan.”
Price reduction wasn’t a rarity, there are always power plays wherever there are people. But lifting high and stepping low was rather nauseating, blatantly saying you’re not as popular as Lin Chuan.
A single song’s license from Lin Chuan wasn’t cheap, certainly pricier than Pei Muchan.
“The production team might not even make the purchase, maybe they’re just saying it to provoke you,” Xu Qingyan patted her back, “Don’t be upset, I’ll talk to Lin Chuan.”
“I’m not upset,” Pei Muchan sighed, and then suddenly realizing sothing, she turned to him and asked, “What are you going to say to Lin Chuan?”
“If the production team really intends to buy, I’ll ask him not to sell.”
“Why say such things? It’s weird,” Pei Muchan seed to cool down, frowning, “Don’t say that, even if you guys are close.”
“That sort of thing tied to interests, it’s not good for your relationship.”
“Right, right,” he nodded in agreent.
He frankly didn’t care about any of that, just habitually saying sothing nice when Pei Muchan was upset, offering so temporary emotional value that wouldn’t cost him a di.
Once she cooled down, what happened next wouldn’t matter to anyone.
Xu Qingyan was indifferent about the “Along the Flowering Path” series, even though the youth drama was sowhat better than “Youth Proceeding” which had spotlighted Ji Chengge’s song.
But after all, the pot can’t call the kettle black—how much cleaner can a toad be than a turtle?
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