Chapter 437: Chapter 257: Shanxi Pei Family, Dividing Shares on Chang’an Venue, A Flourishing Era Reerges
He left the lounge.
Xu Qingyan let out a small sigh of relief, and then his gaze quickly returned to the work group chat, which instantly made him tense again.
To be honest, he wished more than anyone for the success of the local spring festival program’s broadcast.
After all, this was his first show in which he had invested two months of hard work, enduring countless sleepless nights to produce sothing. No one wanted to be showered in a bloodbath of criticism.
It’s just that today’s events were particularly unfortunate—both won had directly clashed.
From the mont he decided to secretly date both… well, it can’t really be called dating since neither relationship was official.
To tell the truth, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to make things official, but various reasons prevented any of them from imdiately confirming their relationship status.
The relationships were too complicated, and hard to clarify in a short ti.
For example, Lin Wanzhou was busy with work. Her agent Wen Yun and assistant Qi Ting had always advanced and retreated together with her. After the previous contract termination, they had directly given up their careers at Yun Yi to start over from scratch with her.
Their relationship had transcended that of a conventional team, becoming more like family.
It wasn’t just about making money. The studio needed to grow, and Lin Wanzhou also needed to prove herself. Not just for her own sake, but also for Wen Yun and Qi Ting’s sake.
Not to ntion Wen Yun would never agree to her abandoning work to be in love all day, and Lin Wanzhou couldn’t simply drop everything to fall head over heels in love, disregarding everything else.
Otherwise, Wen Yun and Qi Ting would feel betrayed after all the struggle, only to find her no longer focused on her career and engrossed in romance instead.
Looking from the perspective of both won, anyone would find it hard to accept. Wouldn’t that just be clownish?
Therefore, even if Lin Wanzhou liked him very much, she could only opt to take things slow.
As for Pei Muchan… it was more than flirtation, but they couldn’t quite be called lovers yet.
With a mature personality that ward up slowly, she seldom acted impulsively. Plus, Qingyan didn’t aggressively pursue her, so their relationship was still at the stage where affection grew over ti, like a gentle and steady stream.
Moreover, Pei Muchan was also determined to make a mark. Although she didn’t say it out loud, she wanted to achieve success and didn’t want to affect Qingyan.
Life is more than just the damned affair of love—if a relationship impedes one’s career, then there’s probably sothing wrong with that relationship.
Due to these various reasons, the relationship among the three had reached a delicate balance.
Qingyan, in this web of relationships, was the proactive party. Since he wanted to have everything, from the mont he made his choice, he was dood to face the corresponding consequences, for better or worse.
If one had to describe it, the feeling was bitter yet sweet.
Backstage.
Xu Qingyan kindly reminded, “You don’t need to make your makeup so detailed, the live broadcast won’t do close-up shots, close-ups are from pre-recorded materials.”
“Ah? I’ve been getting ready for two hours.”
“Uh… it should be fine, though.”
“Co on, get ready, let’s go through the process one last ti.” Another person from the directing team, wearing a peaked cap, clapped and shouted, “Last ti everyone, just hang in there a little longer, victory is right in front of us.”
The venue was packed with people bracing the biting cold, as actors large and small bundled up in thick cotton coats, moving around their respective stages.
“Damn, this lute is so heavy!”
“Yeah, my arms have gotten thicker.” Complained a dancer, looking like a celestial maiden to her colleague, “The good thing is it’s just for a few more hours. I have to go ho overnight for New Year’s.”
“Ah? You’re from the Capital City?”
“No, my boyfriend bought a house here. This year, we’re planning to et the parents.”
“Wow!! Sister, I’m super envious of you!”
Next to them, the stage was full of kids wearing Fuwa hats, with festive makeup on their faces. Round and chubby, they looked adorable as they all turned their heads in unison towards sothing.
On-site, a staff mber from the directing team shouted through a gaphone, rallying the spirits.
“This will be the last ti we go through the process with all elents present. After hard work for half a month, the ti to reap the rewards has finally co, does everyone feel confident?”
A group of children looked up with clear, crisp voices in unison.
“Yes!”
At Chang’an’s Yongning Gate, rarely opened for over a decade, several rehearsals took place. A few individuals from the directing team, including Qingyan and Gan Wenchang, were gathered and chatting, with people smoking around them as the two of them talked without smoking.
“I heard there’s cake later?” Gan Wenchang inquired.
He had so free ti that afternoon and had agreed to temporarily cosplay as a security guard. Since then, he had been busily running around with Qingyan, and as the end approached, various situations arose.
Either an actor had a fever, or the props were damaged. Or perhaps the master of ceremonies was suddenly struck by gastroenteritis and might be unable to host the live broadcast.
Qingyan glanced at him and said, “You’re thinking too much, that cake has nothing to do with you, it’s for the university students. It seems like it’s a gift from a company associated with Chang’an TV Station.”
“Sigh, it’s fine if I can’t have so.” Gan Wenchang sighed, then with a hint of mischief, he asked, “Being part of the Spring Festival Gala production for the first ti, going live at eight tonight, aren’t you nervous?”
“It’s fine, what’s there to be nervous about?” Qingyan said, “It’s just that the big rehearsals were a bit tough since we had to coincide with the main and local venues.”
“Ah, it wasn’t like that before. It just started this year because the broadcasting technology has improved.” Gan Wenchang shoved his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows, “After tonight, it all ends; everyone goes back to their own hos, their own ways.”
“Yeah, ready to head ho.”
“Dude, aren’t you considering doing so stage engagents?” Gan Wenchang turned his head to look at him, asking tentatively, “Co join us. Even if you’re slacking off for a year, you can still make a few hundred thousand without affecting your songwriting and earning.”
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