He was indeed starting to take an interest, but it wasnât time to show it yet. It was said that Xiao Shujun was gentle by nature, but maintained a distance from others, and was quite independent.
In the afternoon, the directorâs team held a meeting.
The main purpose was to update everyone on the current work progress and to decide on various programs. The conference room was packed with dozens of people, some standing, some sitting.
Xu Qingyan felt drowsy but still forced himself to stay alert.
When he turned his head, he saw Gan Wenchang concentratedly taking notes with a pen. Moving closer to have a better look, he realized that Gan was jotting down a menu for the day after tomorrow on his meeting notebook.
Spicy lamb offal, fatty meat in a steamer, steamed pork with rice meal, stir-fried lamb liverâ¦
âStudying a Changâan recipe book?â He nudged Gan Wenchang with his elbow, prompting a quiet eye roll from the latter.
âHey, have you seen Zou Lewei?â
âZou Lewei? He didnât come?â Xu Qingyan scanned the room and indeed didnât see the despicable guy, âProbably slacking off somewhere, canât be bothered with him.â
Without solid evidence, the leadership wouldnât take the initiative, so the issue of reporting could only end there, or Xu Qingyan would find an opportunity to get back at him privately.
But Xu Qingyan had been quite busy lately, facing headaches over company issues after work. Having looked through a pile of materials, it seemed better to pay for a reliable person to help.
He didnât bother with Zou Lewei who was merely disgusting. Wasting time on such an asshole wasnât worth it; after all, he couldnât escape anyway.
He would deal with him when he had the chance, simply kick him to break a bone amidst the crowd and chaos.
Simple and crude, physical therapy.
âLook at you, being so magnanimous. Sigh, your kind of personality is too honest. Itâs easy to suffer losses, â said Gan Wenchang, frustrated by Xuâs lack of combativeness, âIf I were you, Iâd have confronted him right away.â@@novelbin@@
Xu Qingyan turned to look at him, and then he hesitated to speak.
During the meeting, Ji Shiâan spoke for only two minutes, excluding the repeated emphasis. He revealed two points, one about discussing and initiating two main programs and another about coordinating with the Grand Tang Dynasty Everbright City.
The former was basically the creative teamâs business, unrelated to most people present. It was said the main programs were already decided, and now they were kicking off the initiatives again.
âThree programs have been set for now, tentatively planned as Shaanbei narrative singing, Dongcang drums and orchestral music. We need to finalize these quickly, coordinating selection and rehearsal schedules.â
âAdditionally, weâve chosen to use poetry as a thread to connect the three programs. This idea was proposed by our teamâs Xu Qingyan, and I think itâs a very good one.â
With a single sentence, Ji Shiâan turned the attention towards Xu Qingyan, making everyone look at him. The room buzzed as a bunch of people shifted their gaze, startling the two who were just chatting.
Xu Qingyan was momentarily stunned, looking somewhat bewildered.
Gan Wenchang nudged him with his elbow, prompting Xu to stand up and smile in Ji Shiâanâs direction. He spoke without haste, without resorting to any false modesty.
âThank you, Director Ji, for the praise. Offering ideas and strategies for the team is part of my responsibilities. Gan and I discussed it multiple times these past days, and weâre honored our ideas could assist the leadershipâs decision-making.â
Gan Wenchang was flabbergasted, as he didnât recall discussing any such things!
âYour spirit is commendable, Gan Wenchang as well.â Ji Shiâan, a clever man himself, graciously included Gan in the praise, encouraging them.
âBoth of you are doing very well. Keep it up.â
Those present caught their breath, as it was rare to see Ji Shiâan praise so many at once.
Gan Wenchang felt both flustered and thrilled. The fluster came from unexpectedly being dragged into sharing the spotlight, but the thrill was from earning a mark of approval from Ji Shiâan, which was beneficial for his career.
After the meeting ended, everyone resumed their regular work.
Xu Qingyan was asked to stay behind, as the creative team was called to continue the meeting.
Currently, only three stages were finalized, with all locations at the Grand Tang Dynasty Everbright City. Xu knew little about narrative singing, which wasnât his responsibility. He was not involved with Dongcang drums or orchestral music either.
Frankly, none of these programs had much to do with him.
In the creative team, he was responsible for the poetry segment, for which only a basic concept had been discussed. Xu Qingyan occasionally made a comment, always at the point where everyone elseâs discussion had hit a wall.
For instance, as a group debated which poetâs work to feature, some suggested Li Bai, others Du Fu, or yet another poet. Everyone made their case, and the discussion stalled.
After watching them argue to a standstill, Xu Qingyan would speak up about how Li Bai was this or that. Ultimately, most supported the reading of Li Baiâs poetry.
The more intense and deadlocked the discussions, the more likely an outcome was reached. Everyoneâs face glowed with excitement, as if they could already see their program broadcast.
But there were always some perceptive individuals in the team, who noticed the key role Xu Qingyan played. This young man always managed to clear up disputes with just a few words when discussions reached a stalemate.
After work, Lu Liangsheng and Ji Shiâan walked together, all smiles.
âXu is quite interesting, not striving for the limelight, playing dumb.â
âHe is interesting. Heâs not this mild-mannered online.â Ji Shiâan laughed too, then paused and added, âThereâs a trendy term for it nowadays, whatâs it called⦠contrast.â
[A keyboard warrior online; an understanding and mild-mannered individual in real life.]
After work, Xu Qingyan continued to worry about company matters. Currently unable to leave the office, with no clue as to how to proceed, he could only contemplate the programs that were passed on.
From what he had gathered at the meeting, the dance program with water sleeves, overseen by Xiao Shujun, had not been adopted due to stage restrictions.
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