Out in the world, your identity is what you make of it.
âLater I need to send a little sweet potato, the sound of flipping through books next door is so noisy I canât study. Still gotta edit videos tonight, or else all of todayâs effort would be wasted.â
The group admin fell silent for a few seconds before tagging him again.
âDove, I hope you can balance your time. Honestly, weâve got quite a few capable writers in our group, yet I specifically chose you. Do you know why?â
He glanced at his screen, laughed, and thought, even a low-level admin dares to CPU?
âClassmates call me Sister Dove, friends call me Little Dovey, and you directly call me Little Dove? What, you want me to jump ship and write for geigeiâs arch enemy?â
After getting dissed, the group admin didnât dare to curse back. Unable to complete the mission, they couldnât justify themselves in the admin group, and could only send a /smile/ emoticon.
Five minutes later, they started essay-mode.
Xu Qingyan was amused, tossed aside his phone, choosing not to look. He wasnât the least bit worried about being kicked out of the group. Without him, who would write the featured posts if the dog returned to its vomit?
Ten past noon.
âWhy are you here so early today?â Pei Muchan arrived fashionably late, only to spot Xu Qingyan working and couldnât help but ask curiously, âGot inspiration for a new song?â
âSort of, wrote the beginning of a song. Canât always be slacking off,â he replied lazily, propping his chin with his hand, shamelessly admiring todayâs dose of beauty.
Her aura tended toward the cool and detached, her figure full and curvaceous. She wore different outfits every day, almost never repeating. It was either different hairstyles or some small accessory.
In the beginning of August, Pei Muchan was almost too busy to fly but maintained light makeup.
Now that he was familiar with her, Xu Qingyan noticed she hardly wore makeup to work. Sheâd only apply light makeup when she had to go out, and sometimes she couldnât be bothered with even that, just slapping on lipstick and calling it a day.
And yet, she was as naturally radiant as they come.
âWell, you donât need to rush, good things take time,â Pei Muchan said, although she wasnât sure what he had been up to recently. His state was a bit puzzling.
Sometimes he seemed very idle, but then could present a masterpiece like âBig Fishâ.
Yet at times, he would arrive early at the studio, fussing over something seemingly unrelated to his new song. If asked, heâd just say he was busy.
âBy the way, âAlong the Flowering Pathâ has already aired several episodes, reception is good.â She suddenly spoke up, âDid I tell you last time that the production team was thinking about inviting a song?â
âYeah, what about it?â Xu Qingyan paused for a moment before he remembered the matter.
It was half a month ago when Pei Muchan mentioned it briefly.
She said the âAlong the Flowering Pathâ production team wanted to buy the TV rights to âAlways So Quietâ for use as an insert song.
But at that time, Xu Qingyan was in the eye of the storm, and Pei Muchan didnât agree for cautionâs sake. So the matter was dropped and forgotten with no further follow-up.
âThey still want to license the song, but they lowered their offer. Doesnât seem like they really want it,â Pei Muchan said, âDo you know what their excuse was?â
âWhat?â
âThe market price has dropped, itâs been this price all along,â Pei Muchan laughed with apparent anger, âTheyâre really something, lowering the price because the popularity has dipped.â
âMarket price, that sounds nice, but what theyâre really saying is that itâs not worth that much now.â@@novelbin@@
Hearing this, Xu Qingyan couldnât help but laugh himself.
âDonât take it too seriously, the entertainment industry is all about lifting high and stepping low. As long as you can stay popular, you can sell any tune at a high price. Just take it in stride.â
When Pei Muchan heard this, she sighed softly.
âItâs like the production team is implying I was just a flash in the pan, now that the hype has died down, Iâm only worth so much.â
âI sort of regret it now, shouldnât have sold them the rights for the âQing Tianâ TV series version!â
Opportunism is everywhere, not all small productions care about decent relationships and being modest and humble. Once people get a taste of success, they start to float, losing sight of where they stand.
âOkay, calm down,â Xu Qingyan stood up, moved beside her, and replaced her cup with hot water, consoling, âWeâre just earning a steady trickle of money, little by little.â
A miffed goddess was somewhat cute, resting her cheek in her hand, eyes glued to the computer.
âIf they want to drop the price, let them. That production team mentioned buying a song from Lin Chuan.â
Price reduction wasnât a rarity, there are always power plays wherever there are people. But lifting high and stepping low was rather nauseating, blatantly saying youâre not as popular as Lin Chuan.
A single songâs license from Lin Chuan wasnât cheap, certainly pricier than Pei Muchan.
âThe production team might not even make the purchase, maybe theyâre just saying it to provoke you,â Xu Qingyan patted her back, âDonât be upset, Iâll talk to Lin Chuan.â
âIâm not upset,â Pei Muchan sighed, and then suddenly realizing something, she turned to him and asked, âWhat are you going to say to Lin Chuan?â
âIf the production team really intends to buy, Iâll ask him not to sell.â
âWhy say such things? Itâs weird,â Pei Muchan seemed to cool down, frowning, âDonât say that, even if you guys are close.â
âThat sort of thing tied to interests, itâs not good for your relationship.â
âRight, right,â he nodded in agreement.
He frankly didnât care about any of that, just habitually saying something nice when Pei Muchan was upset, offering some temporary emotional value that wouldnât cost him a dime.
Once she cooled down, what happened next wouldnât matter to anyone.
Xu Qingyan was indifferent about the âAlong the Flowering Pathâ series, even though the youth drama was somewhat better than âYouth Proceedingâ which had spotlighted Ji Chenggeâs song.
But after all, the pot canât call the kettle blackâhow much cleaner can a toad be than a turtle?
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