He could see that Pei Muchan was into the whole romance thing and was really looking forward to it. It was like her adolescence had been delayed until she was twenty-six.
Xu Qingyan wasnât in a hurry; it was his first time falling in love, too.
In mid-January, the severe cold of winter had yet to fade, yet the unstoppable vigor of spring was rolling in.
After the night in the parking lot, it seemed that their way of interacting hadnât changed. They were just as natural with each other as before, only it was as if they had become desensitized to kissing?
Pei Muchan didnât know what Xu Qingyan thought, but she felt as if she wasnât opposed to it. She even faintly felt that it was like holding handsânothing unacceptable.
When this thought crossed her mind, she shocked herself.
A rational person in love would have this mindsetâthe body had done everything, but the heart still hoped to go slow, not wanting life to change in an instant.
But in reality, the body had already started to adapt, it was just being stubborn in words.
However, these past few days, she had been busy writing the last song. Once she was occupied, she didnât have so many concerns and was almost ready to start preparing the album.
Albums, well, for a singer of average popularity, donât make money. After all, it requires both money and effort to polish, with high costs and risks.
Nowadays, casual fans rarely buy a whole album just because they like it. Itâs the era of single releases, with more musicians choosing to release singles.
A single doesnât need a music video or various other refinements. If itâs a hit, itâs a huge profit; and even if itâs not, itâs not a loss, since the initial investment isnât large.
This was Xu Qingyanâs favorite modelâearning money joyfully is all that mattered, who needs anything else?
But for a singer with a mature fan base, producing an album is a must-do. Since fans will pay, you not only need to create it, but you also need to put your heart into it.
If itâs not well done, youâll lose fans, and one fanâs support is worth ten haters. For instance, you say youâre not in great shape lately, theyâll tell you youâre running out of time.
However, albums are an indispensable part of the image for celebrity influencers. Even if they rely on their looks, they must release albums to let fans boost stats and buy frantically.
Pei Muchan clearly didnât fit into this category; she would control the cost of producing an album, definitely turning a profit without a loss. Overall expenditure was mainly marketing costs.
On the other side.
Xu Qingyan was very familiar with the single recording process and had found a studio he trusted. He got the final product in about a week, and today was the official release date.
âStubbornâ was a hit on its own; just listening to the audio quality, one could tell it was a fine song.
He didnât take too much time to get the score out, and when he wasnât recording, he was in the studio writing scripts, leading a fulfilling life.
He was writing two scriptsâone was âThe Legend of Martial Arts.â He decided to condense the story of over fifty episodes into about a dozen, cutting out the filler plot lines.
On the other hand, to play it safe, he only wrote one-third of the script for âMy Leader, My Group.â The theme for that one was still undecided, as they said they needed to do field research in southern Yunnan.
Xu Qingyan wasnât worried about it; it was a good time to invite Gan Wenchang for a meal. By meeting up with Gan Wenchang, they would basically continue to intersect professionally.
It was just that their functions were differentâif he was a scriptwriter, he could leave halfway through.
That was why he dared to prepare âThe Legend of Martial Artsâ at the same time. As long as âThe Legend of Martial Artsâ was a hit, the surge of popularity would fetch him a fortune.
Around noon, he came back to his senses and logged into Weibo after a long absence.
He remembered the last time he logged into Weibo was a few months ago to promote his new song, at that time he also tossed up a promotion for Zitaiâs âI Am the King of Songsâ on Weibo.
Despite it not being long ago, for Xu Qingyan, it seemed like many years had passed.
He no longer needed to prove to anyone whether he was leeching off popularity, whether he was a clown, or whether he was just for show. If he was just for show, there wouldnât be many competent people left.
But such conclusions were valid elsewhere, just not necessarily on Weibo.
Upon logging in, likes, comments, and private messages explodedâ all uniformly at 99+. Before he cleared them, he glanced at a few, with most being compliments.@@novelbin@@
âYou just drop a new song teaser and run? Are you completing a task here? Whereâs the new song!â
He looked at the date; these comments were from when he released the single, âBlue and White Porcelain.â Later messages also included positive reviews of âBlue and White Porcelain.â
Scrolling further down.
âDamn, he really is involved in the Spring Festival Gala production, isnât he? But arenât you a singer? why are you doing planning work now?â
âHoly shit, saw Teacher Xu on the Spring Festival Gala.â
âHoly crap, heâs really making strides, actually made it on the Spring Festival Gala. Now thatâs impressive, it all feels a bit like idol training, doesnât it?â
The newer the date, the fewer the comments. The past few days had a scarcity of comments. A few insulting ones could be seen here and there, with some beauties criticizing him for living off women.
â(Snickers) What kind of person is this, those in the know understand. Canât get his own singing career to pop, targets strong female singers from the start, purely leeching off their success.
âIs it really that easy to whitewash a tainted artist, spreading rumors and stirring up trouble? Indeed, the internet has no memory, (wave goodbye) from now on blacklisted for life.â
ââI Am the King of Songsâ is one of my favorite shows, to tell the truth. Xu Qingyan made his fortune through marketing and hype, anyone who knows anything gets it, and there are still so many people licking him up, itâs sick.â
Xu Qingyan glanced through and couldnât help but laugh, too lazy to refute. These people havenât been flushed before, arguing against someone like him who became famous through infamy.
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