Chapter 424: Chapter 424: 251: The Dead End of Sitcoms, No Different from Jumping into a Pit of Fire, The Spring Festival Gala Mobilization Meeting Begins

After the New Year, on January 5th, the central station’s broadcasting vehicle was stationed at the Chang’an branch venue.

“You can’t buy this thing even with money,” Gan Wenchang remarked while standing aside.

“What’s the use of buying it?” Xu Qingyan replied with a nonchalant face.

“What are you joking about,” Gan Wenchang clicked his tongue, “This thing was originally made for the 70th-anniversary celebration with gritted teeth, even though one of the technologies came from Neon.”

“At that time, it was still the 1st generation of 4K. One went to the Tokyo Olympics, another one went to the Asian Games. Now it should be A6, and local satellite TVs also have 4K broadcasting vehicles.”

“Virtually at every major domestic and international sports event or international activity, you can see the presence of the central station’s live broadcast vehicles.”

“If it’s a competition at the level of the Asian Games, the central station could come with four or five thousand people. The broadcasting vehicles from each province would be deployed over there, uh, to work for the central station.”

“For the Spring Festival Gala’s four branch venues, that’s basically two A-series vehicles per venue?” Xu Qingyan asked.

“One, the one behind it is an auxiliary vehicle.”

“Still Sinotruk Howo?”

“The cab is, there’s also Mercedes. Gan Wenchang explained, “See CMG, the prefix ‘c’ stands for central station. If it’s a provincial station, then it’s the abbreviation of each region.”

“When the time comes for the full-scale rehearsal, more than thirty positions in the director’s room on the vehicle will be mobilized.”

“Have you been on it?” Xu Qingyan asked.

“That…,” Gan Wenchang scratched his head, chuckled sheepishly, “Don’t mind such details, even if you haven’t eaten pork, haven’t you seen pigs run? It’s just switching shots and scolding cameramen.”

“Cut it out, stop showing off,” Xu Qingyan couldn’t be bothered with him and turned his head back to work.

Afternoon.

He received a WeChat message from Xiao Shujun, asking if he was free, inviting him to dine at a high-end restaurant in Chang’an district.

Xu Qingyan suddenly remembered she seemed to have mentioned treating him to a meal before, which he had thought was just a polite remark. It was probably similar in meaning to “owing a favor,” yet it turned out to be a real invitation to dine.

However, the other party did take the favor seriously; after the New Year, her attitude towards Xu Qingyan had become much friendlier.

Xiao Shujun was also a discerning person, with her status, she also took five or six days to become familiar. This time, she probably planned to talk first, then give a thank-you gift.

No one would be nice to another person for no reason unless there were benefits involved.

“Going out to eat?” Gan Wenchang leaned in, “Let me tell you, there are too many beauties in the song and dance troupe, eh, and the students from the music academy are here too.”

“Ha, forget it,” Xu Qingyan’s interest was lacking.

“Where are you going?”

“Going back to sleep, I’m a bit tired.” He didn’t tell the truth, subconsciously hiding it, “You should stop wandering around too, tomorrow there will be a reporter from the central station coming for an interview.”

“It’s no big deal; they won’t shoot me,” Gan Wenchang said brazenly, “At most, they’ll shoot the lighting team; you creators might get a moment’s face time.”

“Why?”

“Routine.”

Xu Qingyan nodded, quickly cleared his desk, and waved toward the door.

“I’ll take my leave first then.”

Ten minutes later, Xu Qingyan drove off.

The restaurant where Xiao Shujun had arranged to meet was high-end and secluded, not too far by car.

When he arrived, he was the first one there. After reporting his name, he was led to a quiet private room. He didn’t play with his phone; he sat quietly, running through all he intended to say in his mind.

Opportunities wouldn’t come twice; if they weren’t seized, they were gone.

Before long, Xiao Shujun arrived fashionably late.

She brought in a chill as she entered the door, walking gracefully in high heels with a bag in her hand and smiling at Xu Qingyan as she approached.

“Sorry to keep you waiting; I was held up a little by some matters.”

“It’s okay, Director Xiao,” Xu Qingyan stood up, respectfully, “Thank you for hosting me. I’ve only been involved with the branch venue for two months.”

“You are the teacher in the realm of professional knowledge; I believe I can learn a lot from you. In ancient times, there was “Standing in the Snow at Cheng Men”; waiting a few minutes today counts for nothing.”

Xiao Shujun was amused; it was her first time seeing a secular young man so sincere.

“I can’t teach you anything; you are already excellent,” she said, waving her hand. In the face of Xu Qingyan’s speech, she felt relieved. She had been worried that the younger man might be rash, and that their one-on-one meeting might be awkward.

Now that he was putting on this act, making progress apparent on his face, things had become simpler. Personal relationships were difficult to handle, but if it was a matter of exchanging benefits, it was actually easy.

“Don’t always call me Director Xiao; I’m tired of hearing it at work every day,” Xiao Shujun said, “Speaking of which, I should be thanking you; you saved me twice.”

“If you don’t mind, I’m a few years older than you; you can just call me Sister Jun.”

“Alright, Sister Jun,” Xu Qingyan went along with the flow.

Seeing his unabashed, calm demeanor, Xiao Shujun couldn’t help but inwardly exclaim at his gall. Handsome, shrewd, and worldly.

Yet, this genuine appearance, who would dislike it?

Oh, not worldly, but progressive.@@novelbin@@

“You are the talented individual brought in by Section Chief He, cutting through straight to the creative team, which shows your capability is not less than ours,” Xiao Shujun said with a light chuckle.

“At present, your biggest advantage is your youth, and your weakness is also your youth. If you wanted to join the television station, based on this experience you completely could…”

“Sorry, Sister Jun, I don’t want to join the television station.”

“Why?” Xiao Shujun was taken aback.

What why. There were too many reasons. Entering the system meant no more speaking freely; there was a chance of being posted away; if you really wanted to advance, you’d have to go to the news center.

That place wasn’t for just anyone to enter. The news center was practically a cradle of cadres. Heads of provincial TV stations, broadcasting authorities… Almost all leaders of the propaganda department had a service record at the news center.

If things went smoothly, one could start as a TV news reporter and climb to the position of head of the news center.

Because this was a whole new field, he had this opportunity. His background was weak, and even if he was eager to learn, the limit of his life’s efforts might just rank him as a local regular department-level cadre.

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