Chapter 496: Chapter 496: 275: "Chanqing" Released, Pei Muchan Returns to her Peak Work

Everything was heading in a strangely bizarre direction, which was the last thing Xu Qingyan wanted to see.

Having fans was certainly nice, but fans of entertainers only knew how to play with memes. You’d tell them seriously at the bottom of the comments, “Stop playing with memes, it’s not funny,” and they would just say…

After the broadcast, Xu Qingyan pondered for a while. He decided to seek advice from his predecessors and chose to remain silent about it. Ignoring it was the best approach; the fervor of the fans would eventually pass.

At eleven-thirty in the afternoon, there was still an hour to go before the release of the new album.

On the second floor, Pei Muchan sat at her workstation, supporting her head with her hand, and asked him.

“So, you’re really not releasing any more songs?”

“How can that be? If there’s money to be made, why not make it?” Xu Qingyan leaned back in his chair, opened his mouth to continue, but then sighed as the words reached his lips.

“Ah, but then again, the money isn’t that easy to earn. The fourth song has to be stronger than the previous ones, or at least can’t be a throwaway track, and it has to showcase some vocal skills.”@@novelbin@@

“To be honest, I too wish I could achieve instant success with every venture. But… you know, the more you do, the more mistakes you make, and I’m not especially gifted.”

“Releasing songs frequently does more harm than good; it brings absolutely no benefits to me. Releasing a song every six months or perhaps every three to four months is the most comfortable rhythm for making money.”

Upon hearing this, Pei Muchan pondered for a moment and then cut to the heart of it.

“So, you’re looking to earn a good reputation?”

“Xu Qingyan sighed, “Not really, I’m not a professional singer, and I never planned to go that route.”

“I’m just a songwriter; singing is something I do out of necessity. Imagine, if I really held a concert, I’d blow my cover as soon as I opened my mouth.”

Pei Muchan, curious, said, “Why not just spend some time improving your singing skills? Your foundation is actually quite good. Just half a year, and you would definitely see significant improvement.”

Xu Qingyan shook his head, “It’s not cost-effective to spend too much time on improving singing skills, especially since I don’t really enjoy singing. It’s like preparing a whole bunch of dumplings just for a bit of sauce.”

Pei Muchan pursed her lips, smiling.

“You’re just lazy.”

“Uhh…” Xu Qingyan was embarrassed, “A bit, yeah. You guys have talent, born to be in this line of work. For you, improving is as simple as eating and drinking.”

“Talent can be cultivated, and it’s not really that difficult,” she said.

“Yes, one should indeed see the results and be encouraged to improve,” Xu Qingyan frowned, his tone steady, “but that’s not what I want. Being praised too highly can lead to a fall.”

In fact, this was his true inner thought.

But whether it’s talent, capability, or not liking to sing, those were only a small part of the reasons. Another important part was… he wanted to stay grounded.

Young and famous, a prodigy in songwriting and singing.

Having such labels stamped on one’s forehead could make anyone dizzy. At first, you might stay clear-headed, but over time, you really start to believe that everything is the result of talent and hard work.

If one’s mindset becomes “The music industry is rubbish, I’m here to teach them how to write songs! I’m awesome, and you all suck; I’m the pinnacle of the industry,”

Reaching that point, it’s basically like the naive parent teaching lessons, and the child is mostly spoiled.

The truth is, these songs aren’t his; he’s just the user.

Being a singer isn’t that easy. One song is no problem, but seven or eight songs are extremely challenging. Eventually, there will come a time when you can’t keep up, and in the end, the songs might be popular, but the singer isn’t.

[The cover sounds better],[His singing is just average],[Looking forward to cover versions], fate is fickle, and those who helped him ascend to the altar can also pull him down.

Standing at the pinnacle can impair one’s ability to judge. The change in mentality brought about by sudden fame can be good or bad; some you notice, and some you don’t.

Therefore, he must have his own judgment.

Chanming Studio, second floor.

After Xu Qingyan finished his monologue, he added another phrase.

“In this line of work, what goes around comes around.”

Upon hearing this sentence, Pei Muchan couldn’t help but smile wryly. What he said wasn’t wrong—the overwhelming popularity from the variety show had made him successful, but it also turned into an invisible hurdle.

“It’s okay, just be yourself,” she said.

“Yeah, I’ve thought it through clearly,” Xu Qingyan stood up, walked to the window, and with his back to Pei Muchan, said, “I wasn’t aiming for fame; I just wanted to make money.”

“Then I’m quite the opposite of you,” Pei Muchan, supporting her head with her hand, leaned lazily on the desk, “I don’t care that much about money, I have dreams.”

At this moment, there were twenty minutes left before the release of the album at noon.

The warm spring sun shone on the second-floor windowsill. At this significant moment, both of them seemed very relaxed. Pei Muchan half-propped herself on the desk, looking at Xu Qingyan who was standing by the windowsill.

She mentioned the word “dreams” casually yet earnestly. These days, few people would talk about their dreams in front of others; it’s as if speaking them out loud equates to shame.

“What dreams?” Xu Qingyan turned around, asking curiously.

“I want to sing, to become the best singer in Xia Country. I used to think that if I could do it, then more people would hold on to their musical dreams,” said Pei Muchan.

As she said this, she laughed softly.

“That was my dream when I entered the industry at eighteen. How about that, doesn’t it sound ridiculous?”

“Not ridiculous. Dreams deserve respect,” he said, “I think you were born for this career, becoming the best singer is just a matter of time.”

“What is your dream?”

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan was unusually serious; he didn’t make a flippant comment like “to fry up some chips at the dock” or something similar. Instead, he pondered for quite a while before responding.

“To make money.”

Pei Muchan looked down, about to say something, but then she heard him continue.

“Every year there are so many terrible movies, so many lousy dramas, and endless copied songs. They make money, and whose money are they making if not the people’s?”

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