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Actually, this explanation is pretty much the same as the autumn recruitment.
âOkay, Mr. Li, thatâs good,â Xu Qingyan said with a look of frustration.
âDonât worry too much, Xiao Xu, this is also a pleasant surprise,â Mr. Li said heartily with a laugh, âYou work hard and conscientiously, are capable, and donât need to be too mature.â
âYoung people should have the vitality of youth; itâs no big deal.â
Hearing Mr. Li say this, Xu Qingyan finally felt reassured.
Returning to the apartment, he watched that video again, mulling over the upcoming dress rehearsal moment â there was less than a month left.
In between, thereâs also a cross-year night, and he had no idea how to spend it.
The next day.
Pei Muchan took a female employee from the studio to Xiangnan, while Lin Wanzhou went to Capital City. Itâs worth mentioning that agent Wen Yun is also from Capital City.
Both sides didnât need his worry; when it comes to business trips and participating in various cultural activities, each of the two teams alone had more experience than Xu Qingyan.
After making a call to both sides and chatting for a while, he put his mind at ease. Actually, there werenât any problems; it just showed how anxious Xu was.
Upon landing on the other end, it was straight to the hotel, then communication with the directorâs team. Once everything was confirmed to be alright, it was time to discuss stage design and planning, including every step of positioning.@@novelbin@@
Hey, this thing is precise down to the lyric where the singer should raise a hand to interact with the audience or move to a specific position upon singing a certain word to coordinate with the stage design.
In short, the stage design behind the singer is definitely not just a monotonous backdrop. Each change and dance move almost always corresponds with the theme of the singerâs performance.
Overall, itâs a rather troublesome process; the singer usually has to go through several rounds of intensive practice and rehearsal. Finally, a perfect version is recorded, and then itâs over.
Early the next day.
Xu Qingyan opened his eyes and, after washing up, went for a big pot breakfast. As the cross-year approaches, the production team â this mysterious department â also came online, with their first benefit being breakfast.
The production team⦠can be understood as the program groupâs nanny, responsible for all things that involve spending money, including props, logistics, purchasing, and box meals for late-night snacks.
Rehearsals have not yet started, and the extras have no scenes. So thereâs no need for carts of boxed meals. But setting up the team a month in advance is equivalent to announcing that preparations for the Spring Festival Gala are officially underway.
The directorâs team has a special treat, and Xu Qingyan, wrapped up like a zongzi, edged closer. He happened to see a familiar yet unfamiliar figure â the long-unseen Master Zou was showing his face.
From the props team, he was the only one coming for breakfast, and after taking it, he left.
It was uncertain whether he saw Xu Qingyan or not. Even if they were face-to-face, it would be hard to recognize him. Old Master Xu was wrapped in layers, with a scarf around his neck.
Watching Master Zouâs desolate retreating figure, Xu Qingyan frowned.
The incident wouldnât just pass; he never thought of magnanimity as a virtue. Zou Lewei was clearly out to get him with public opinion that one time; whoever is generous is a fool.
Fortunately, it didnât have much impact, but the other party did indeed make a move to stab him.
Xu Qingyan wouldnât talk about this matter, but he would remember it. When the opportunity arose, he would certainly retaliate fiercely, trampling him a few times.
He was only thinking about it, but who would have expected that something really did happen in the âCity That Never Sleepsâ just a couple of days later.
During the lighting test, something happened. With a bang, a dazzling white light was followed by pitch darkness, and the scene immediately turned chaotic.
This short circuit seemed to have affected another area as well, forcing the directorâs team to evacuate. And then someone shouted that someone had slipped, causing more mayhem behind.
With a black mask on, Xu Qingyan listened to the screams on the scene. Instinctively retreating to the back of the crowd â itâs generally safer to fall back, better not to push forward.
But he heard a scream nearby that sounded somewhat familiar.
Before he could reflect on it, tourists were heading this way. The scene was chaotic, and Xu Qingyan had to follow the flow outwards, suddenly spotting a familiar figure ahead.
He was standing on the edge of the crowd, in the dark without lights. Next to him was a withered flower bed with not much height difference, and he stood there, seemingly wechatting with someone.
Xu Qingyan lowered his brim and wore a common black cotton outfit. Blending into the crowd, he was indistinguishable, and as he got closer, he couldnât help but tighten his black mask.
Bowing his head, he checked Zou Leweiâs position every five seconds.
The distance narrowed, twenty meters⦠ten meters, and finally six meters, his gaze darkening bit by bit. He had checked just now; the surveillance camera was far away.
Mixing into the crowd, he quickened his steps and shifted his position. Using the motion of turning around as cover, the moment he neared Zou Leweiâ
With a bang, he kicked fiercely, hitting right at his joint.
Just hearing Zou Lewei cry out in pain, he collapsed sideways into the flower bed. Surrounding gazes immediately converged on him, and the momentary pause caused even more congestion.
Someone was shouting, âDonât push, someone has fallen.â
Xu Qingyan disappeared in the crowd, heading back to his place first. In the middle of the night, he received a schadenfreude-filled voice message from Gan Wenchang, which consist of thirty seconds of laughter out of a total sixty seconds.
âIâm telling you, wasnât there a power outage? Zou Lewei got trampled, truly physically trampled, shoved into the flower bed. His lower leg is broken!â
âItâs damn karma! Fuck!â
Xu Qingyan replied with a few words, âWhat goes around comes around, he deserves it.â
After daybreak.
He learned from other colleagues that the props team had reported Zou Leweiâs injury. They gave him a work-related injury and even turned it into a promotional story.
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