Xu Qingyan couldnât help but lower his gaze upon hearing this, concealing the flash of ferocity in his eyes.
Zou Lewei was essentially being marginalized. Managing stage props was a laborious task. Although he didnât personally have to do the work, he was expected to keep up appearances. There was no hope of him returning to the directorâs team.
The second generation always had special treatment.
Ordinary people whoâd made such a foolish mistake would have been kicked out long ago; they might even struggle to find work in this industry.
However, being transferred away from the directorâs team meant it was difficult to get in touch with him. He could only play it by ear, looking for an opportunity to give him a push, to send him off to recuperate.
âFine then, the prop department is actually quite suitable for him.â@@novelbin@@
âLetâs not worry about it for now. The aerial silks dance rehearsal is in progress over there, do you want to take a look?â Gan Wenchang raised his eyebrows, revealing a âyou know what I meanâ smile.
Xu Qingyan initially wanted to refuse; he wasnât exactly starved for feminine company. However, he swallowed his words as they reached his lips, realizing it couldnât hurt to check out the aerial silks since he wasnât busy with work.
The rehearsal site for the program group was in the Zhen Guan Square of the Sleepless City, where only a handful of people could watch the rehearsal. In reality, there wasnât much to see, as the performers were all makeup-free and testing new acts.
When the two walked over, they just so happened to see the prop team working on a support structure below. From a distance, it looked like tubes with great flexibility.
âWhat is that thing?â Gan Wenchang asked.
âI donât know, you can ask them later.â
The stageâs backdrop hadnât been erected yet. Seven performers were climbing up to the aerial props with the assistance of the staff. There was a fixed base below with a platform on top.
About four or five meters up, when the performers stood on it, they were nearly five meters high. The sight of their long sleeves fluttering in the air was ethereal, combining a sense of strength and flexibility, somewhat stunning to watch.
The performers were temporarily pulled from the group, not responsible for being on stage, just testing the props. They were checking what needed to be changed, and only in January would formal performers come to rehearse.
It was currently November, and the program selections were still in progress. They were making all possible improvements, and once that was without issue, they would bring in people, reportedly from a song and dance theater in the northwest.
âAsking about metal rods instead of getting the girlsâ contact information, bro, are you out of your mind?â Gan Wenchang delivered an elbow strike and returned his focused attention to the girls.
Xu Qingyan lost interest after a short while; compared to the girls, he had a greater preference for the few rods.
He longed to stand up there and shake them.
A few more days passed.
After Jiang Ling secretly terminated her contract, her first new song âYu Aiâ was released with much fanfare.
On the first day, sales broke eighty thousand.
Jiang Ling: âThank you, Teacher Xu, the new song is getting a great responseâ¦â
When Xu Qingyan received this message, he was mulling over a new song, about to pluck âOrchid Pavilion Preface,â considering how to produce âCold fireworks.â
He was now similar to a hamster like Pei Muchan, probably because of spending too much time together. He had picked up the habit of hoarding, plucking scores whenever he had the time and storing them all on his external hard drive.
He had also written a few openings for TV drama scripts but hadnât decided which to start with.
His progress in registering a film and television company was almost complete. Once it was officially finished, he could start recruiting staff and begin project planning and filming.
Xu Qingyan: âMm.â
Not knowing what else to say, he responded with a hum and went to check the comment section of âYu Ai,â which indeed seemed quite positive so far.
For instance, âIt was raining when I listened to the song, and the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves was so distinct and rhythmic, it felt truly wonderful.â
âThe rain happened in summer, and so did the regrets.â
After a quick scan, the feedback seemed good, but in Xu Qingyanâs view, it was lukewarm at best.
Still, first-day sales of eighty thousand were enough to excite Jiang Ling. She hadnât seen such high figures in a long time, and finally, she saw her career looking up.
The minor success of âYu Aiâ further solidified her belief that leaving Yun Yi was the right choice.
Even Xu Qingyanâs indifference couldnât dampen the joy in her heart, but before she could revel in it for long, someone suddenly sent her a message.
âI have another song, want to sign it?â
She was stunned, experiencing a feeling akin to a regular Joe being outplayed by an NBA water boy. She once had her peak, basked in the adoration of thousands; she wasnât popular anymore, but she wasnât dead either.
The remnants of her first songâs success hadnât even faded when Xu Qingyan casually inquired.
Another song, want to sign it?
As if her recent self-satisfaction, all her joyful emotions, were trivial. The smile she had just managed to form was crushed before she could even savor it.
At this moment, Jiang Lingâs feelings were extremely complex.
It was like a fantasy novel where a once-celebrated genius had regressed in power. After struggling to finally meet an old man willing to pass on his knowledge, just managing Foundation Establishment, she hears the old man casually say,
âWell enough, itâs time for Core Formation.â
Writing songs seemed as common as eating and drinking in his hands; he used to pretend otherwise, giving excuses like flukes or having taken a long time.
But ever since âBlue and White Porcelainâ appeared out of thin air, Jiang Ling felt he couldnât be bothered to hide anymore. It was as if he was blatantly saying, âWriting songs? Buddy, I have no competition.â
She finally understood why Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou, the two young divas, willingly revolved around him. His songwriting truly knew no bounds, it was utterly despairing.
Behind the screen, Jiang Ling took a deep breath.
âSign!â
Half a minute later, without a word, Xu Qingyan tossed over the sheet music.
Jiang Ling was shocked by Xu Qingyanâs directness. If the first time he sent the sheet music was to show sincerity in collaboration, then the second timeâ¦
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