Chapter 575: Chapter 305: Climb, Are the Ghost Fires Safe Downstairs?

Xu Qingyan noticed that her mood wasn’t high, so he didn’t do anything inappropriate.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing much, just thinking about how time flies,” Pei Muchan’s eyes drooped slightly, “Back then, I could never have imagined that things would be like this.”

“Yes, time really does fly. It’s almost a year now,” Xu Qingyan said softly, “Just look ahead. Whether the view at the top is good or not, only you will know once you get there.”

Upon hearing this, even Pei Muchan couldn’t help but yearn for it. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t tempted. Who wouldn’t want to see the peak of their profession if they had the chance?

Even if, in this society, many successful people complain to the public with a gloomy face after reaching the pinnacle. It’s too damn cold at the top, it’s no place for people to stay.

Things such as “I miss the days when I ate noodles with two hundred bucks a month and drank water for two.”

With time, you’d know that such remarks are purely malicious. If you don’t climb high, you wait for others to step on your face. They’ll take your wife and hit your children.

If it’s cold at the top, then just buy more clothes. Even if it’s lonely at the peak, you’ve got to climb up there before you regret it.

It’s like saying I’m a beggar and you’re telling me everyday how shark fin, bird’s nest, and abalone aren’t good for the body if eaten too much. That’s your mother… in perfect health.

After the meal, Xu Qingyan took a phone call and had to rush to the film set. It wasn’t anything serious, he could return the next day, so there was no need to stay there all the time.

Recently, having resolved most of his commitments, he had time to run to Chanchirp Studio. After all, it was one of his foundations, and it never hurt to be diligent.

Pei Muchan wasn’t one to wallow in spring melancholy either. After drinking a cup of hot tea, she perked up and continued working.

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As the old saying goes, no matter when, you always have to tend the fields.

Driving on the road, Xu Qingyan glanced at the huge billboard by the roadside, which featured Pei Muchan endorsing a national impact shampoo brand.

Only then did he remember that back in June, Pei Muchan seemed to have mentioned it. But at that time, she had said that a bath and body-brand approached her for endorsement.

The influence of her album was even greater than he had imagined. While he was busy running around the sets all day, Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou were also pushing towards the peak of their careers.

It’s the same old phrase, no matter when, you always have to tend the fields.

This is an obsession embedded in the hearts of the people of Xia Country, even if they no longer till the land. But people have to work; you can’t just do nothing for the sake of love.

Xu Qingyan was very calm now, suppressing his own desires.

He was in the midst of a sowing process, not that kind of sowing, but the sowing of situational comedy TV series. By the golden autumn of September, all the seeds would sprout.

The film company was now his main base, no longer confined to the music scene. After all, if you can sing, then act, and if you can act, then direct, he took it upon himself to invest directly.

The empire of film and television, starting with a sitcom.

Not because he had grand plans, but simply because he had eaten three soft rice meals, yet it couldn’t support the huge consumption of the drama, who asked him to proceed on three lines at the same time.

Sitcoms have low costs, relying entirely on scripts and actors’ lines, with short shooting cycles and strong vitality. A national staple for meals, there’s no shortage of audience even after repeated reruns.

Considering all these advantages, comedy was very suitable for someone like Xu Qingyan.

Everyone’s pursuit is different too, like Zhao Mingyuan who was once irreconcilable with Xu Qingyan. Later, he became as close as brothers with Xu Qingyan, considering him a close friend.

If this world were truly black or white, it would be a complete mess.

It was this kind of chaotic order that made people willingly join it. After all, nobody knows who will be on top and who will be at the bottom in the future; fate fluctuates unpredictably.

Upon entering the set of Love Apartment, Xu Qingyan immediately put on a serious face.

He had just received news that two departments in the crew had gotten into a fight. A typical inter-departmental power struggle within the film crew had escalated from scheming to actual free fighting.

After all, it was because the crew wasn’t personally picked by the director, but hastily assembled.

This wasn’t the director’s fault, but someone had to end it.

Xu Qingyan had the ultimate say in the crew, but he usually tried to downplay issues. As long as they got their work done, he turned a blind eye to their infighting.

It wasn’t his own team, so why should he care?

But now that it was affecting the shooting, they had crossed the line. Thinking this, Xu Qingyan walked towards the set expressionlessly, passing people who either greeted or avoided him.

Xu Qingyan just nodded, with no obvious expression on his face.

“Where are they?”

“Producer Xu, they’re all in the room,” the staff member was sweating profusely, almost too nervous to speak under Xu Qingyan’s gaze.

“Hmm, okay.”

In the room, people from both departments bore injuries on their faces, angrily staring at each other across a long conference table. They were all outsourced, and the fight was just over a trivial matter.

No one took the other seriously, as internal fighting was commonplace in a crew.

A crew is a small society with a strict hierarchy. Apart from the director and the producer who sit at the peak of power, the actors and the head of each department also have their say.

With power, naturally, there is a hierarchy. If you can’t discern it, then you fight. If you win, your voice becomes more significant, and the loser naturally compromises.

After all, infighting like this happens everywhere, and directors and producers don’t usually care. As long as you follow their wishes, or it doesn’t delay the shooting, that’s fine.

But this crew’s director was parachuted in, generally inactive like a salted fish. Aside from the shooting progress, he didn’t intervene much, carrying an “I don’t know anything” attitude.

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