Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

As soon as he heard the other party was from Cloud Wing Entertainment, Xu Qingyan was stunned for a moment.

"What's the matter?"

"Sister Hong contacted you yesterday, just wanted to ask if Sister Hong said anything that offended you?" Jiang Ling didn't bring up the matter of the song appointment, but spoke sincerely.

"If so, I apologize on behalf of Sister Hong. At the same time, I hope you know that she cannot represent me, and I'm not in league with the company."

He was going to hang up directly, but hearing her sincere tone, he replied a couple more sentences before ending the call.

"Li Hongzhen didn't say anything. It's just that I don't trust people from Cloud Wing Entertainment. You don't need to apologize either; the problem is that I equally distrust anyone from that company."

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Xu Qingyan had no other virtues, but he was open to advice.

Lin Wanzhou said there weren't many good things about Cloud Wing Entertainment, so it was better to stay away. He just wanted to sell some simple songs to others, not like he couldn't find anyone else.

He himself came from a working-class background and knew all too well how corporate culture could influence a person. People coming out of big companies all had a certain air about them, always spouting corporate jargon.

His previous company used to have management from outside the department, constantly looking at numbers, calculating every three days, revamping every seven. Rules changed every three days, with major changes every week.

Always talking about empowerment but always really just focused on data and reports. Forcing employees to communicate with clients at half past ten at night, hosting voice meetings.

When he inquired, turned out they came from a cutthroat corporate culture.

Office politics were nothing new; any company of decent size has its share of turf wars and cliques, but most were not as notoriously cutthroat as the ones at Cloud Wing Entertainment.

Stay far from Cloud Wing, and far from trouble.

In the office.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Qingyan stood up and headed to the arrangement room.

By the time he looked up again, it was noon. He glanced at his phone, and it was eleven fifty. A casual glance suddenly made him realize the date displayed on the screen was September 1st, and he spaced out for a moment.

It had only been a month since that reality TV experience.

This past month felt like a dream; sometimes he'd doze off at the desk, and upon awaking, he'd be disoriented for a while. Where am I? Have those damn wages been paid yet?

It took a while to come back to reality.

Oh, he had been fired long ago, what a damn joke.

But if he weren't driven to desperation, he wouldn't have joined that reality show, and there wouldn't have been everything that followed. It goes to show, life is unpredictable; a company's loss, who knows, might be a blessing.

For lunch, he was still alone. Pei Muchan was busy.

He was eating his takeout, staring at the sheet music draft on the table, lost in thought. Suddenly, his phone on the table began to chime, buzzing with several messages from Zhou Mian.

"Bro, last week's episode premiered with great success, and the TV station plans to air two episodes this week, tomorrow Friday at 8 p.m. Will you watch?"

Watch my foot.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes and replied with a one-finger salute.

"Watch how I get hung out to dry by netizens?"

"Bro, you're being a bit outrageous," Zhou Mian replied quickly. "Your acting skills are so natural, it doesn't seem like acting at all, the effect is too good."

The two had become very familiar with each other, often boosting each other's egos in private chats, so their tones were much more casual.

"I wasn't acting. That's really how I feel."

"Haha, that little white-faced Bai Jinze doesn't even know what's hit him now. I wonder if he'd lose sleep if he knew you're now writing songs for a diva."

Bai Jinze?

As Xu Qingyan saw the words "little white face," he suddenly remembered there was such a person.

"What happened to him afterward?"

"Industry blackout, offended a few investors, all endorsements fell through. Heard he paid a big sum of money, now who knows where he is."

"Do you have his contact?" Xu Qingyan asked.

Zhou Mian was typing for a long time on the other end, and after a while, sent over a gloomy reply, "Bro, are you planning to kick someone when they're down? If you ask me, it's unnecessary, don't get entangled with a mad dog."

"No, it's for something else. Just asking."

"Alright."

With a ding, Zhou Mian sent over all of Bai Jinze's contact information, adding a note not to spread it around.

He replied with an ok, then casually saved the information.

Bai Jinze was yesterday's news, a total fool, both stupid and malicious. But he wasn't entirely useless; at least he might have something on Ji Chen.

Maybe a hint, or some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement. In any case, it was evidence.

This sort of thing wasn't useful now, with Westar Band's popularity still skyrocketing, any evidence thrown out wouldn't even make a splash, but keeping it could prove useful in the future.

No one is invincible forever, nor any flower that blooms for a hundred days.

In the afternoon, as the dusk filled the office,

Pei Muchan returned, looking utterly exhausted. She kicked off her high heels on the floor carelessly and sprawled on the couch without any regard for her image.

"Finally done recording."

What she referred to as "recording" was for the song "Permanently Quiet."

The progress of the MV had been delayed, but the recording never stopped. In fact, Chan's Studio could also record songs, but she opted for an even more professional recording studio.

"Good work," Xu Qingyan glanced back.

All he saw was Pei Muchan's slender body laid out on the couch, and he didn't know where to rest his eyes for a moment. He coughed awkwardly and looked away.

"It'll take a few days for the post-production mix, right?" he said, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah." She didn't seem to mind being the focus of Xu Qingyan's gaze, stretching languidly on the couch, letting out a faint moan.

"The song is finished, but it still needs adjustments. Now, the headache is the MV."

"The script?"

"Sort of. I'm still considering it," she said.