This showed that the studio had indeed been developing quite well recently. Even other companies had co looking for advantageous deals. It seed that, at least, the situation had opened up. That so-called ban had likely beco as porous as a sieve by now. As Xu Qingqiu’s fa continued to grow, the ban was proving to be nothing more than a joke, bound to collapse sooner or later.
Avoiding the caras, Chu Tian found Yiyi and Li Chunhua, who were following behind, and greeted them.
"Morning, Sister Hua, Yiyi! Morning, everyone! Why are we starting so early?"
"Teacher Lu’s place is a bit far, so we need to leave early. Otherwise, we might hit the morning rush," Sister Hua explained.
Hearing her explanation, Chu Tian suddenly rembered it was Monday. No wonder.
"Brother Tian, this is for you!"
Chu Tian was puzzled looking at the phone Yiyi handed him.
"Isn’t this Qingqiu’s phone? Why are you giving it to ? You keep it."
Normally, Xu Qingqiu’s phone would be with Yiyi during recordings. Why was she giving it to him this ti?
"Ah, it’s not for you to keep. Sister Qiu said she forgot to charge her phone last night. She told to let you know and asked you to find a way to charge it and give it back to her later."
She forgot to charge it? Recalling how Xu Qingqiu had fallen asleep while they were on a video call last night, Chu Tian smiled faintly, sowhat speechless.
"Alright, I got it. Leave it to ."
Pocketing the phone, the group took the elevator downstairs.
By then, the show’s recording had paused, roughly at the part where everyone was about to board the vehicles.
Only then did Chu Tian realize quite a number of guests had co. Including Xu Qingqiu, there were five in total, and they were all frantically looking for their respective assistants or agents.
They were about to depart imdiately. With the hurried morning recording, many things hadn’t been prepared, so everyone was scrambling to sort things out before the vehicles left.
So sat quietly in their vehicles, not bothering to co out. After all, with only a few minutes to spare, what could they possibly do?
A staff mber from the production team led them to a large bus. "We’re taking this bus," the staffer explained. "We’ll need to create so distance from them later, so if you have any urgent matters, handle them now." By that ti, many people were already on board, most of whom appeared to be assistants or agents.
These "urgent matters" simply referred to anything concerning their artists that needed to be settled.
Chu Tian glanced at Yiyi, who decisively shook her head.
"Everything with Sister Qiu is all set. We don’t need to go over there. Besides, she still has so content to record."
Hearing this, he understood. After all, she was the biggest star there, so adding so extra content for her was quite normal.
"Hey, are you Teacher Xu’s assistants?"
Just as they finished speaking, a chubby-faced, average-looking, and sowhat effeminate young man approached them and asked excitedly.
Since everyone present was an artist’s assistant, there was no need for pretense. Yiyi nodded, curious about his intentions.
"That’s great! I’m a huge fan of President Xu—a five-year fan! I absolutely love her new song ’Little’! Could you possibly help get an autograph later? Please, pretty please?"
Seeing the young man pout and act coquettish, Chu Tian grimaced and decisively turned away, losing all interest.
Even though he had seen all sorts of effeminate n in the entertainnt industry in his previous life, he still found it hard to accept.
In professions like makeup artistry, styling, and fashion design, the proportion of effeminate n was very high, sothing everyone had grown accustod to.
He held no prejudice in his heart. After all, personality and environnt shaped an individual, and there was no need to view them differently.
But seeing a man—knowing he was male—put on such an affected, coquettish display with effeminate gestures right in front of him still made his skin crawl.
And with all the ssy stories in the industry—tales of aggressively pursuing n or being caught between them—it was easy for him to feel physically repulsed. It was a reaction beyond his control; the best solution was ’out of sight, out of mind.’
Fortunately, Yiyi was well accustod to such situations and handled them with ease.
After all, just as there was interaction between artists, assistants also had their own networks.
It was possible that the assistants of so artists had complex relationships with those working for other artists.
For instance, an assistant might be the sister or nephew of a certain agent. Or perhaps they were from the sa hotown, were alumni, or had previously been colleagues at the sa company.
It was completely normal for them to privately ask colleagues for an autographed photo or album of an artist they admired.
It was all about social niceties, and there was no point in refusing.
Besides, these assistants’ circles were sotis more well-inford than so celebrities. Take Yiyi, for example; she was Xu Qingqiu’s personal life assistant. Yiyi knew better than anyone what Xu Qingqiu wore and ate each day.
It was no exaggeration to say that Xu Qingqiu might be so busy that she herself would forget what color underwear she had worn that day, but Yiyi would definitely know, as it was part of her job.
As for which celebrity t whom at night, what ti they left, and what ti they returned—life assistants knew these details better than anyone. They were often the ones who chauffeured the celebrities.
Therefore, influential contacts weren’t always high-profile figures; often, the seemingly inconspicuous people around them were the most crucial.
These individuals might not have had much direct power, but they often possessed the information one sought.
Ignoring Yiyi’s interactions with the others, Chu Tian found an opportunity to change seats and sat next to Li Chunhua.
The two of them were the quietest there. Chu Tian, for one, didn’t need to concern himself with such networking and had no interest in ddling.
As for Li Chunhua, her status wasn’t appropriate for such mingling, nor was she interested in getting involved, leaving Yiyi to be the social butterfly.
After all, with Xu Qingqiu being the top star on this particular show, Yiyi’s own status had risen accordingly. This was especially true given Xu Qingqiu’s rapidly rising fa, coupled with a brand-new album and a succession of newly released songs.
As her fan base grew, it naturally beca easier to encounter her admirers among their peers.
It was perfectly normal for so of these assistants to be fans of hers.
The area was a network of waterways, requiring them to cross bridges from ti to ti. After getting on the highway, one could see flat fields with traces of the recent rice harvest.
At so point during the journey, the convoy gradually turned onto rural roads lined with dense trees on both sides.
Even though it was already late autumn, this area seed untouched by any chill, with lush greenery stretching as far as the eye could see.
The bus slowed, maintaining a distance to allow for filming of the convoy ahead.
With few cars, sparse population, and beautiful scenery, this location was perfect for capturing footage of the convoy in motion. The shots might not all be used, but they definitely had to be fild.
Even the most beautiful scenery can beco tireso after a while. Just as Chu Tian was drifting off to sleep, the convoy finally arrived at its destination.
The production crew mbers were the first to alight. After they communicated with the advance team already there, the convoy carrying the guests slowly approached.
"Is this the place?"
"I think so. What’s the na of this village again?"
"I rember it’s called Spring Breeze Village, right? It’s a lovely na."
...
The program’s schedule was all planned. Filming began as soon as they disembarked, with everyone following the director’s cues.
"Where is Teacher Lu’s ho? Isn’t anyone leading the way?"
"I know where it is; I’ve been here before. Follow , everyone!"
This was all pre-designed content by the production team. The main purpose was to film snippets of the guests arriving and their reactions to the surroundings. This also served as a subtle way to promote the village; after all, tourists were a valuable resource these days.
After the guests had gone inside, the bus carrying the staff and assistants arrived at a more leisurely pace. Chu Tian was among the first to get off, still rembering that he needed to charge Xu Qingqiu’s phone.
Her portable battery had died on the plane. She had forgotten to charge her phone, let alone the power bank.
There had been no ti to buy a new one en route, so he had to find a solution locally.
Luckily, Yiyi had included the charger when she gave him the phone, which made things much more flexible.
Of course, he had his own idea; perhaps he wouldn’t even need the charger.
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