Chapter 369: Chapter 369: 235: One of the creators of the Spring Festival Gala branch venue! The stunning national style of blue and white porcelain, 4

Gan Wenchang didn’t continue his words. Xu Qingyan knew what he meant; after all, he really came from a blank slate, a wild card halfway through the game.

Even two months ago, he was still clashing with people online, creating quite a few trending hot searches.

Although the hot searches in this period weren’t related to him, they were mostly about Ji Chen tripping over a sewing machine. But in this day and age, one’s online dark history is always in high definition and easily searchable.

Nowadays, netizens love gossip, and who cares about the truth. As long as someone starts the beat, there will be “Judges” charging to the scene, cursing head-on in no time.

“Got it, I’ll ask around first,” replied Xu Qingyan with a message.

Staring at the sentence in that post, “It’s hard to see any connection between Xu Qingyan and traditional culture; he writes love songs. To be honest, it just doesn’t fit.”

Below were nearly three thousand comments, the most prominent being…

Little Bear Can’t Get Enough: “No wonder the Spring Festival Gala is getting harder to watch, the problem lies at the root. Inviting these celebrity influencers to perform is one thing, but now even the creative leads are rotten fish and shrimp.”

Panties Fray: “Xu Qingyan is just an internet celebrity, isn’t he? Writing a few songs gets you on the Chang’an Spring Festival Gala? That’s way too casual.”

74 Introverted Black Silk Mother-in-law: “Spring Festival Gala and internet celebrities don’t mix, is the Chang’an Spring Festival Gala sub-venue planning to drop a big one this year?”

Beep Beep Little Puppy: “It’s okay though, Xu Qingyan’s songs are quite good. He hardly makes public appearances, can’t really be called an internet celebrity, a genuine lyricist and composer.”

Whoever Disses Me Has a Brain Snare: “Hehe, a hyped internet celebrity, those who know, know. Spend some money to buy songs, then sell them, bound to flip faces and harvest leeks sooner or later.”

Drifting with the Wind: “If the Chang’an Spring Festival Gala’s theme is traditional culture, then it’s indeed hard to evaluate. Xu Qingyan has sung ‘Rice Aroma,’ right? That’s pretty good.”

Xu Qingyan patiently scrolled through dozens more comments. Um… didn’t know quite how to describe his mood at the moment, probably a sigh of relief.

He originally planned to use a song “Blue and White Porcelain” to make a nest and see the response of the director trio. If they still let him do miscellaneous tasks, he’d run for it.

He didn’t have time to build experience, just wanted to take advantage of the Spring Festival Gala buzz.

However, before he took any action, Ji Shi’an tested him. He answered squarely, and he was pulled into the directors’ group to work in no time, joining the creative team within two or three days.

Honestly, even though he was in a hurry, he felt the process was perhaps a bit too fast. But now it seemed “Blue and White Porcelain” might still come in handy.

So I have no connection with traditional culture, huh? Fine.

Xu Qingyan then contacted the recording studio, added tens of thousands of yuan. They agreed to rush the job, and by evening, they’d have the post-production on the song done.

In the afternoon, Pei Muchan also noticed the issue and specifically asked.

“It’s nothing, I called to rush ‘Blue and White Porcelain’,” he remained calm and composed, “It will be delivered this afternoon, no big problem, just wait a little.”

Having seen the original post, Pei Muchan also breathed a sigh of relief when she heard “Blue and White Porcelain.”

She knew that if “Blue and White Porcelain” could find a crack in the sky like a mayfly, then others wouldn’t fare much better. She wanted other traditional style singer-songwriters to try that breathless feeling.

“Okay, then I’ll head back to the arranging studio,” she gestured.

“Alright, don’t worry,” he nodded.

“Mhm.”

Half an hour later.

Lin Wanzhou called hurriedly with a video chat, usually in contact almost every day, maintaining a frequency of a video call about once every day and a half.

Naturally, she was also aware of Xu Qingyan’s situation in Chang’an, and reading the post inevitably made her worry.

“You’re on the trending searches.”

“Yeah, no big deal, it will be resolved this afternoon,” Xu Qingyan said without even lifting his eyelids, looking at the little girl at the other end of the video who hadn’t yet removed her makeup.

“Can you make it back tomorrow? Won’t it be too tiring?” he changed the subject.

“No,” Lin Wanzhou shook her head, eyes still showing deep concern, “Or maybe pay to get the trending topic withdrawn, you just got into the creative team with difficulty.”

“No need, I’ll respond at six,” Xu Qingyan assured.

“How?” she frowned.

“I’ve recorded a relevant song, originally planned for release tomorrow, but it seems I can move that up now.” He didn’t keep her in suspense, not wanting the little girl to worry.

“A song?”

At six o’clock in the afternoon, “Blue and White Porcelain” officially released as a single.

Xu Qingyan forwarded the song link on the website and tagged “Quentin yyds,” captioning it:@@novelbin@@

[I don’t really understand traditional culture, a novice in the grandmaster’s gate.

There, there, no bag can hold as much as you can, jealousy isn’t a problem, after all, stray dogs have strong territorial instincts.]

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