Chapter 463: Chapter 265 Yes, those who love , don’t be nervous, my stubbornness is very kind_3
He could see that Pei Muchan was into the whole romance thing and was really looking forward to it. It was like her adolescence had been delayed until she was twenty-six.
Xu Qingyan wasn’t in a hurry; it was his first ti falling in love, too.
In mid-January, the severe cold of winter had yet to fade, yet the unstoppable vigor of spring was rolling in.
After the night in the parking lot, it seed that their way of interacting hadn’t changed. They were just as natural with each other as before, only it was as if they had beco desensitized to kissing?
Pei Muchan didn’t know what Xu Qingyan thought, but she felt as if she wasn’t opposed to it. She even faintly felt that it was like holding hands—nothing unacceptable.
When this thought crossed her mind, she shocked herself.
A rational person in love would have this mindset—the body had done everything, but the heart still hoped to go slow, not wanting life to change in an instant.
But in reality, the body had already started to adapt, it was just being stubborn in words.
However, these past few days, she had been busy writing the last song. Once she was occupied, she didn’t have so many concerns and was almost ready to start preparing the album.
Albums, well, for a singer of average popularity, don’t make money. After all, it requires both money and effort to polish, with high costs and risks.
Nowadays, casual fans rarely buy a whole album just because they like it. It’s the era of single releases, with more musicians choosing to release singles.
A single doesn’t need a music video or various other refinents. If it’s a hit, it’s a huge profit; and even if it’s not, it’s not a loss, since the initial investnt isn’t large.
This was Xu Qingyan’s favorite model—earning money joyfully is all that mattered, who needs anything else?
But for a singer with a mature fan base, producing an album is a must-do. Since fans will pay, you not only need to create it, but you also need to put your heart into it.
If it’s not well done, you’ll lose fans, and one fan’s support is worth ten haters. For instance, you say you’re not in great shape lately, they’ll tell you you’re running out of ti.
However, albums are an indispensable part of the image for celebrity influencers. Even if they rely on their looks, they must release albums to let fans boost stats and buy frantically.
Pei Muchan clearly didn’t fit into this category; she would control the cost of producing an album, definitely turning a profit without a loss. Overall expenditure was mainly marketing costs.
On the other side.
Xu Qingyan was very familiar with the single recording process and had found a studio he trusted. He got the final product in about a week, and today was the official release date.
“Stubborn” was a hit on its own; just listening to the audio quality, one could tell it was a fine song.
He didn’t take too much ti to get the score out, and when he wasn’t recording, he was in the studio writing scripts, leading a fulfilling life.
He was writing two scripts—one was “The Legend of Martial Arts.” He decided to condense the story of over fifty episodes into about a dozen, cutting out the filler plot lines.
On the other hand, to play it safe, he only wrote one-third of the script for “My Leader, My Group.” The the for that one was still undecided, as they said they needed to do field research in southern Yunnan.
Xu Qingyan wasn’t worried about it; it was a good ti to invite Gan Wenchang for a al. By eting up with Gan Wenchang, they would basically continue to intersect professionally.
It was just that their functions were different—if he was a scriptwriter, he could leave halfway through.
That was why he dared to prepare “The Legend of Martial Arts” at the sa ti. As long as “The Legend of Martial Arts” was a hit, the surge of popularity would fetch him a fortune.
Around noon, he ca back to his senses and logged into Weibo after a long absence.
He rembered the last ti he logged into Weibo was a few months ago to promote his new song, at that ti he also tossed up a promotion for Zitai’s “I Am the King of Songs” on Weibo.
Despite it not being long ago, for Xu Qingyan, it seed like many years had passed.
He no longer needed to prove to anyone whether he was leeching off popularity, whether he was a clown, or whether he was just for show. If he was just for show, there wouldn’t be many competent people left.
But such conclusions were valid elsewhere, just not necessarily on Weibo.
Upon logging in, likes, comnts, and private ssages exploded— all uniformly at 99 . Before he cleared them, he glanced at a few, with most being complints.
“You just drop a new song teaser and run? Are you completing a task here? Where’s the new song!”
He looked at the date; these comnts were from when he released the single, “Blue and White Porcelain.” Later ssages also included positive reviews of “Blue and White Porcelain.”
Scrolling further down.
“Damn, he really is involved in the Spring Festival Gala production, isn’t he? But aren’t you a singer? why are you doing planning work now?”
“Holy shit, saw Teacher Xu on the Spring Festival Gala.”
“Holy crap, he’s really making strides, actually made it on the Spring Festival Gala. Now that’s impressive, it all feels a bit like idol training, doesn’t it?”
The newer the date, the fewer the comnts. The past few days had a scarcity of comnts. A few insulting ones could be seen here and there, with so beauties criticizing him for living off won.
“(Snickers) What kind of person is this, those in the know understand. Can’t get his own singing career to pop, targets strong female singers from the start, purely leeching off their success.
“Is it really that easy to whitewash a tainted artist, spreading rumors and stirring up trouble? Indeed, the internet has no mory, (wave goodbye) from now on blacklisted for life.”
“‘I Am the King of Songs’ is one of my favorite shows, to tell the truth. Xu Qingyan made his fortune through marketing and hype, anyone who knows anything gets it, and there are still so many people licking him up, it’s sick.”
Xu Qingyan glanced through and couldn’t help but laugh, too lazy to refute. These people haven’t been flushed before, arguing against soone like him who beca famous through infamy.
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