Chapter 505: Chapter 279: You Can’t Win, You Trash with a Combat Strength of 5
The car stopped in the underground parking lot of the residential area, and Xu Qingyan looked puzzled.
“Wait, where have you taken ? There’s no hotel here.”
“Where else could it be? My place, of course. You sound so surprised,” Gan Wenchang said with a click as he unbuckled his seatbelt, flaunting that characteristic defiance of Capital City residents.
“In Capital City, the seat of virtue, you co here and expect to let you sleep on the streets?”
“Well, you never know with you.” Xu Qingyan got out of the car following Gan Wenchang, it was late at night, “Okay then, the guest will follow the host’s lead, you decide.”
While waiting for the elevator, Gan Wenchang scrolled through short videos on his phone and suddenly exclaid. He turned to look at Xu Qingyan and asked.
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“You’ve gone viral.”
“Gone viral? What do you an?” Xu Qingyan leaned over to look and saw it was a video of him singing “Nan Shan Nan,” “Oh, that. I just sang it on a whim.”
Just then, the elevator arrived with a ding.
Stepping into the elevator, Gan Wenchang clicked his tongue.
“Let’s go.”
The exterior of the building looked sowhat old, but inside, it was clean and tidy. It didn’t seem like the typical property managent that only cares about collecting fees without doing any work, even the fire glass was shinning brightly.
“This place of yours is pretty nice, a hidden gem on the inside,” Xu Qingyan comnted offhandedly.
“It’s decent, here we are.”
The apartnt was not small; Gan Wenchang lived alone in a two-bedroom unit, which was quite tidy. Once they sat down, they started to talk business, discussing each other’s backgrounds.
“You’ve probably never heard of Zhao Mingyuan; he mingles with so of the most famous directors,” Gan Wenchang sighed, “For so crazy reason, he’s trying to ddle in the red-thed projects again.”
“Can there be fair competition?” Xu Qingyan frowned, stroking his teacup.
“You probably don’t understand those people, or the current film and TV industry,” Gan Wenchang said, “The embryonic form of today’s entertainnt industry was created by those who used to work for Capital City’s agencies.”
“Initially, this business was within the system, but then it beca market-oriented, right? Individuals took contracts, responsible for their own profits and losses. Two or three decades later, look who has risen to the top—it’s still those people.”
“How they beca popular in the first place was all about networking. Friends boosting each other up. With ti, such practices beca habits,” he added.
“So how could there be any fairness in this industry? There are only two fair things: interests and connections. Without those, nothing else matters a damn.”
“I see. So how can I compete?” Xu Qingyan asked the most crucial question—the only one he really cared about—”Should I be building connections or…?”
Whether the show could be made or the script picked didn’t matter to him. The script was rely a ans to an end—he had to provide He Guojin with a satisfactory answer.
So, whether it was the heavy the of “My Battalion Commander, My Regint” or a lighter subject, as long as it got greenlit, Qingyan could shine with brilliance.
How it’s done is not important; what matters is the outco.
Xu Qingyan wanted to maintain his relationship with He Guojin. Since he wasn’t going to join the system, he had to keep that relationship mutually beneficial. Only if both sides benefited could the relationship thrive.
Otherwise, over ti, the relationship would gradually fade. When Xu Qingyan needed it, he would have nothing to do but regret.
As the saying goes, excel in singing and you might turn to acting, excel in acting and you might turn to directing.
He was currently a screenwriter and a producer, but that was only temporary. Sooner or later, he would beco a director, remaking the outstanding movies in his mind.
“How to win over them, you’re asking …” Gan Wenchang was at a loss for words, “There’s a seminar tomorrow, basically a chance for you to present your script and get feedback.”
“Several directors, producers, and editors will be there, but those people are pretty close with Zhao Mingyuan. They might have seen his script already, maybe even given it a personal touch,” he explained.
“Tomorrow will probably just be a formality. Don’t get your hopes too high.”
Hearing this, Xu Qingyan simply nodded without saying anything.
A night without words passed.
Upon hearing that Xu Qingyan had arrived in Capital City, He Guojin called him early in the morning. His voice was sowhat low, betraying a somber mood.
“You’ve arrived, I see. Gan Wenchang told you’re with him. Just co over after lunch, no need for formalities.”
“Got it, boss.”
“Ah, that the you proposed is quite good. I’ve been down to Yunnan’s South,” He Guojin sighed, “The tragedy was beyond what anyone could imagine. It’s a pity it’s been buried in obscurity.”
“Gan Wenchang should have ntioned the specifics to you. The situation here is a bit complicated. The the is good, but it’s not easy to write about,” he continued.
“You’re still new to this; if your script can’t compete with theirs, don’t feel too disheartened. I had intended to find soone to polish it for you, but several people I asked said it was difficult to write.”
“I’m aware, boss, it’s okay,” Xu Qingyan’s voice was steady, “I’ve written more than half of the script, but it’s not finished yet. That shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
“No problem; we’re only looking at the beginning and the middle of the script.” He Guojin fell silent for a few seconds before adding, “Xu, I have high hopes for you.”
“But you should also be prepared for the worst-case scenario. If you don’t get selected this ti, don’t be discouraged. You’re young and there will be plenty of opportunities for growth,” he advised.
“I can introduce you to other excellent directors who might be interested in your story. In any case, stay positive, and don’t…”
Listeнing to He Guojin’s encouragent, Xu Qingyan felt sowhat amused. The seminar hadn’t even started yet, so anything he said now was aningless.
After hanging up the phone, he fell into deep thought.
The fact that He Guojin would say such things ant that Qingyan’s competitor, Zhao Mingyuan’s script, was definitely not the “wuxia movie” Gan Wenchang had dismissed.
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