Chapter 291: Chapter 291: 205 We don't look for trouble in the morning, nor are we afraid of it_2

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Stars, no matter how famous, are just tools for capital to make money with.

The reason Lin Wanzhou left Yun Yi was partly due to the stupidity of its management team. On the other hand, she wanted to break through, but the capital, represented by Yun Yi, was blood-sucking.

If Xu Qingyan were a capitalist tycoon, the team behind “I Am the King of Songs” wouldn’t dare to engage in shady schemes so recklessly or play dead and ignore the situation after being caught red-handed.

Ji Chen wouldn’t dare to defy them, and Lin Wanzhou wouldn’t have to revert to being a nobody overnight.

Simply put, if they wanted to elevate her, they’d need to join the game of capital. Survive the brutal competition starts from amassing capital to becoming the capital, making more money from more people, and becoming their support at the same time.

The process was bound to be arduous and lengthy. However, Xu Qingyan felt that on the evolutionary path from small fish to capitalist tycoon, it was necessary to first crush Ji Chen.

Thus, he came to the following conclusions.

First, gain fame and correct the record, changing perceptions, which they were already working on. Second, accumulate enough capital, which could only be done by working hard and waiting for an opportunity.

Third, as a warm-up before taking on big challenges, cut down Ji Chen.

After clarifying his thoughts, Xu Qingyan drove to the second floor of the studio by himself. He worked nonstop until ten in the morning when Pei Muchan sent him a message.

“My flight is this afternoon, I’ll be back in two days.”

After sending the message, she asked another question.

“Why did you go to the studio?”

“Hmm, not going home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, nowhere else to go,” Xu Qingyan replied, “Recently, I have some ideas about future projects, so I’m taking advantage of my enthusiasm to get busy for a while.”

Pei: “Okay, make sure you rest.”

Unexpectedly, the person who said they wouldn’t go home went back first, leaving him, who was uncertain, to stay behind.

“By the way, remember to check on the moon,” Pei Muchan suddenly sent another message, as if to remind him specially, “She’s staying alone in that house.”

“???” Xu Qingyan replied with several question marks, “Isn’t Shen Jinyue always hanging out with Qi Ting lately? Didn’t she follow to record the Mid-Autumn Festival special?”

Pei: “No, I’m afraid she’ll get lost.”@@novelbin@@

Xu Qingyan: “…..”

Shen Jinyue was like a silly goose. She might really get lost if she wandered into the neighboring province. Always giggling, she doesn’t seem to have a care in the world and is happy every day.

In the end, he agreed to check on her after he finished work in the afternoon.

“It’s Mid-Autumn Festival today, have you called your aunt?”

“Not yet, plan to call in the afternoon or evening,” Xu Qingyan replied while taking a break.

Lin Wanzhou had been sending him messages frequently these past days, maintaining a frequency of once every few hours since their separation. Sometimes when there wasn’t much to talk about, she would just send a photo of wherever she was.

“There’s a flower on the road, stuck on the wall, pink.” [Photo]

Xu: “It’s quite pretty.”

Most of the time, they would talk about music-related topics.

Xu Qingyan didn’t know much about it, but he had an entire library of materials. Sometimes when Lin Wanzhou hit a block in her writing, he would listen briefly and off the cuff provide a similar segment template for reference.

“Want me to bring you back a guitar?”

“A guitar? I’m too lazy to practice,” Xu Qingyan replied, “Having to play the guitar on top of work would literally be the death of me.”

“Oh, then never mind, it’s a gift from the TV station.”

“I’ll take it.”

He kept his head down and worked until the afternoon, coming up with an embryonic version of “The Wind Rises” and “Big Fish”. “Paper Short Affection Long” was placed in the timeline, uncertain when he would write it.

As he saw the twilight drifting in the sky, he finally got up.

He first called his mother, discussing only his recent activities. Reporting only the good and not the bad had become basic practice, and the conversation meandered for about ten minutes.

Zhang Hongmei didn’t pry too much; she rarely interfered with Xu Qingyan’s ventures, just offering reminders.

“Remember to ask Li Yang.”

“Got it.”

After hanging up, Xu Qingyan began replying to messages one by one. Pei Muchan had already reached home and sent over a photo of an old desk, which had a sense of nostalgia.

Lin Wanzhou was about to go on stage, nervously preparing in the backstage. She sent a selfie of herself after makeup, exuding a cool elegance yet stunningly beautiful.

Xu Qingyan naturally showered her with praise, sparing no words of adoration.

After finishing, he sent a message to Shen Jinyue, asking if she was home. After receiving a positive response, he simply sent “Stay home, I’ll come by” followed by no more texts.

“???” Shen Jinyue sent several question marks back, her imagination running wild like an actress performing a scene, “Xu Qingyan, you’re not planning to beat me while Sister Zhou Zhou and Sister Pei are away, are you?”

“I’m home alone, can only eat takeout, wuwuwu.”

But… not a ripple was made, not even a punctuation mark in response.

Xu Qingyan completely ignored the silly goose and sent a message to Li Yang. The reply was straight-laced: one day off for the Mid-Autumn Festival, then back to military training the next day.

“When does the military training end?” he probed further.

“Probably after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the last day of the month,” Li Yang’s response revealed his straightforward nature, bordering on superfluous, “Seven days off for the National Day holiday.”

Uh… he hadn’t expected such a detailed response and thus had to ask another question.

“Are you planning to go back for National Day?”

On the other end of the phone, Li Yang was standing in the long queue of the cafeteria, holding his phone in his sweating palm. He didn’t know how to reply; he wanted to find a part-time job.

But recalling the incident with the fruit shop job, the image of Xu Qingyan standing up for him flashed through his mind, as well as the heavy bag of fruit, making his cheeks feel warm and dry.

Wavering momentarily in his self-esteem, he decided to tell the truth.

“For National Day… I’m thinking of finding a part-time job to earn some pocket money.”

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