Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 382 - 240: First Meeting with the Dance Director, the Little Deer Mask Sent by the Start of Winter Girl, the Considerate Older Sister

Xu Qingyan glanced at it and saw that it was a fridge magnet of "Blue and White Porcelain".

The color scheme and background of the song were downloaded from a website; she adjusted the composition herself. It was printed with a few lines of lyrics, probably her favorite ones.

"The blue of the sky waits for the mist and rain, and I am waiting for you."

He saw nothing wrong with it, so he signed it right away and handed it to Gan Wenchang.

"What’s up with you privately?"

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"Ah, how come no one’s a fan of me?" Gan Wenchang sighed, "Buddy’s a legitimate guy from the capital, still single to this day."

"Then why don’t you look for someone?"

"Look for someone, my ass, do you think everyone’s got a face like yours?" Gan Wenchang looked at the autographed fridge magnet in his hand and couldn’t help but sigh.

"In our line of work, when it gets busy, you can’t even call it toil. Livestock at least get rest time, but we are worse off than chickens and dogs, things are topsy-turvy."

As he spoke, Gan Wenchang couldn’t help but lower his voice and start gossiping again.

"I’ll tell you something, someone from the camera crew, heard his wife cheated in their wedding photo videos. Even called him and got busted."

"Guess what happened next?"

"Divorce? Splitting assets?" Xu Qingyan wasn’t paying much attention, playing with his phone and casually said.

"They made up, heard that the cost for a second marriage over there is higher than the first one," Gan Wenchang clicked his tongue in wonder, "What’s wrong with this world?"

"What else, he got cuckolded, respect other people’s fates," Xu Qingyan yawned, "Let’s drop it, what are we eating after work at noon?"

"Xu Baiwan, let’s hit a restaurant."

Xu Qingyan caught the pun and gave him a sidelong glance, "Why do I always feel like you’re mocking me?"

"Hehe, dare not, Teacher Xu."

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"Son of a bitch... Scram."

In the afternoon.

Xu Qingyan saw Xiao Shujun, who seemed a bit haggard. He was about to go over and chat when he saw her take a hurried phone call and leave, so he discarded the thought.

He was usually busy himself, as the director team’s task was to ensure creative ideas come to fruition, no idlers.

Sometimes, even if he had a better idea in mind, he wouldn’t show off by voicing it. After all, it was a team task; digging holes without filling them would get you scolded.

That would be stupid, he wasn’t the chief director. Besides, the preliminary work for the three major stage programs had already been completed, even the chief director wouldn’t overturn it lightly.

The program for the poetry had been decided, titled "Eternal Chang’an...", the team aimed to convey the essence of the Great Tang Dynasty. Planning was extremely meticulous, and the opening alone required endless discussions.

In the meeting room.

"Currently, for the visual effects, we can outsource, but to recreate Li Bai’s wandering through Chang’an, we still need a lot of storyboard designs," the director team was discussing specific matters methodically.

"How to express the essence of the Great Tang, in the past few years Chang’an has already set a precedent for us as a sub-venue," Ji Shi’an, wearing a black duckbill cap and dressed in a baggy hoodie, had a slightly downcast gaze.

"The issue is how to differentiate it and also how to interact with the main venue?"

"I was thinking, maybe we can increase interactivity, make it a distinctive new angle as a break from the usual spectator-performer perspective."

"Xu’s idea for this poetry session is great, I think we may be able to extend our thinking. How the appearance will be during the Spring Festival Gala, the interaction with the main venue at midnight..."

After Ji Shi’an finished, everyone was sort of silent. This new topic that had been added... wasn’t really a last-minute addition, but merely a perspective to link the program together.

It was getting more and more complicated, hinting at a significant amount of work.

In past Spring Festival Galas, everyone just sang songs, danced, performed a few traditional acts, and had a good time. Not like today, with technology and poetry.

The storyboard involved was not just a hundred times more complex, everyone worried if there would be enough time.

....

"Hey, Old Xu, did you understand anything today?"

Gan Wenchang was carrying his notebook that looked like a record book, but was actually a "cookbook." He followed up with complaints and then criticism.

"Did I come to the wrong place? Why does this feel more complicated than the central TV Spring Festival Gala?"

"Didn’t understand any of it, I’m just a songwriter," Xu Qingyan glanced at him, "Unfortunately, I don’t know much about rap either, so I can only slack off."

"That’s true, it’s really a blind spot," Gan Wenchang nodded affirmatively, "Storyboarding is indeed painful."

"Just grind through it little by little, the burden isn’t on the two of us anyway," Xu Qingyan offered his slacker’s bible, "If the sky falls, there’s someone tall to hold it up."

"Director Ji isn’t tall, is he?"

"It’s just a saying, keep it down, if others overhear. If you give Director Ji a snitch’s report, you’re done for."

"Man, who’s that shameless and petty, unless it’s Zou..." Gan Wenchang and Xu Qingyan walked side by side through the gates of the Ever-bright City of Tang, suddenly looking back.

"You say... haven’t seen Zou Dog lately, he hasn’t been transferred away, has he?"

As night fell, workers from the sub-venue were scattered leaving work. Everyone kept their distance; their conversations weren’t likely to be heard.

Xu Qingyan said, "Shouldn’t be, probably just lying low for a while."

He was the type to hold grudges and wait for the dust to settle before settling scores. It wasn’t easy for him to let go, rather than letting himself forget, he preferred to make the other person kneel.

"I’ll ask around tomorrow, see where that asshole’s hidden himself," Gan Wenchang said.

After dinner.

Gan Wenchang felt that two grown men strolling in a park seemed odd, so he suggested going back to the room to play games. Xu Qingyan thus walked alone in the direction of the park.