Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

``` Jiang Ling found an opportunity and caught up with Xu Qingyan, who was returning to the company. With summer approaching, she was wearing a rather cool tank top and hot pants, her chest prominently accentuated. At thirty, she was right at the age when a woman reaches full maturity. Xu Qingyan, however, was somewhat annoyed by her, but Jiang Ling was after all the head of the music department in his company. Normally, she spoke in a soft, drizzling tone and had a quite nice personality. Except for this period, she normally wouldn't bother him without a reason. "What's up?" "Boss! The album exploded!" "Mmhmm, well done," Xu Qingyan said with a smile on his face, but he was somewhat distracted. He had no choice, he was too busy. With three dramas starting production one after another, even Superman would be overwhelmed. Of course, he didn't need to be hands-on, but as an investor and producer, there were still plenty of things to attend to. For instance, if an actor had an accident halfway through shooting, the question was who to replace them with. A different actor would certainly have a different salary, which would mean renegotiations, and the director was anxious to keep filming. Incidents like these were endless and varied. Even though Xu Qingyan braced himself for all this, he was still somewhat drained. "President Xu, sales of seven hundred thousand... President Xu, why are you bleeding from the nose?" Jiang Ling exclaimed, seemingly recalling something, she glanced down at her own chest. Xu Qingyan covered his nose, thinking you're overthinking it. "It's nothing, just a bit of heatiness lately." Jiang Ling blushed, knowing full well that Xu Qingyan was usually quite harmless to people and animals alike in her long experience. "Then remember to rest more, President Xu. My hometown has a folk remedy for reducing internal heat..." "No need." Xu Qingyan wiped the blood from his nose, quickly left the office, and didn't forget to look back and say, "I have something to attend to and must leave first, keep up the good work." Jiang Ling stood there stunned, looking thoughtfully at the drops of blood on the floor. .... "Brother Xu, you've been quite heaty lately, huh?" On the set. Zhou Mian lit up a cigarette and chatted with Xu Qingyan in the rest area. They were on the set of "Underground Transit Station," fully funded by Sky Light Film and Television. It's worth mentioning that the internal investment ratio within Sky Light had changed. Initially, Xu Qingyan had set up Sky Light Film and Television rather casually. To be more standardized and formal, internal adjustments were made. "If you were running around three different sets, you'd be heaty too," Xu Qingyan exhaled a breath of foul air and muttered, "Once this period is over, I'll be fine, the company needs to grow." "Everything has been going smoothly in the crew lately, right?" "Pretty smooth. One actress got a bit hurt, but after resting for a couple of days, she was fine," Zhou Mian replied. He had also been busy lately, overseeing everything in the crew. Such matters require close attention, as neglect can lead to several days of halted shooting. "That's good," Xu Qingyan sighed in relief, then suddenly remembered something else, "By the way, how are things going with you and Chen Niannian? Weren't you trying to win her back?" "Our relationship is okay, I guess. She didn't end up with that guy," Zhou Mian took a deep drag of his cigarette, squinting his eyes, "That male director who fooled those little actors into bed has been exposed." "Tsk, what a mess," Xu Qingyan remarked thoughtfully, not bothering to inquire further. Whether Zhou Mian had managed to bring Chen Niannian into the crew was none of his business. The day Chen Niannian truly decided to join the company, he would surely know. Time flew by, and the filming progressed at breakneck speed. Xu Qingyan had been bustling about for two whole months until the shooting of Underground Transit Station was wrapped up. Only then did he suddenly realize that it was almost summer. The rerun of "The Legend of Martial Arts" had unprecedented popularity, with the ratings exceeding nine these past few days. At this time, Luo Yuexiu, who hadn't contacted him for a long while, called him. "Hello?" ``` ``` "Hmm, I'm Luo Yuexiu, I know you're definitely cursing me out in your heart right now," Luo Yuexiu spoke lazily, "But, Producer Xu, I still have to thank you." "Thank me for what?" "My net worth has skyrocketed, so tell me what I should thank you for." Luo Yuexiu didn't feel like bickering with Xu Qingyan any further, coughed slightly, "Any plans to shoot a drama recently?" Xu Qingyan originally didn't want to pay any attention to Luo Yuexiu, but because in the last show, he had indeed given him a hand. He wasn't only willing to play the role but even accepted lower pay. In other words, he didn't make much money from the last film, just some fame. Working hard for two months, and that was considered a favor owed. "Yes, probably around August. I'll let you know when it's time for auditions," Xu Qingyan said, then added, "if you have time, that is." Luo Yuexiu chuckled from the other end, as pleasant as a silver bell. "I'll await the good news." After hanging up the phone, Xu Qingyan's expression became even more wearied. Fortunately, one drama had been wrapped up, and for the other two, he was only responsible for the overall direction and financial control. After all, he had to justify the investors' money, so "Underground Transit Station" entered post-production. The other two sitcoms were being produced more slowly and might wrap up by the end of August. He didn't have high expectations for "Underground Transit Station," anticipating it wouldn't be very profitable. The only advantage was that it was quick. While securing some cash flow, he could quickly start shooting "Immortal Sword." Subsequent funding would be provided by the sales of "Love Apartment" and "Home with Kids," with the thrilling part being that all the money was put into it, and the cash flow couldn't be cut off. However, according to Xu Qingyan's estimates, the risk wasn't significant. And stepping back ten thousand steps, if something really went wrong, at worst, they could just disband the "Immortal Sword" crew. "Love Apartment" and "Home with Kids" could sustain themselves financially. If they failed, they'd just wait a bit, catch their breath and get back to work, at most losing some money. For Sky Light Film and Television, which had a steady income from "The Legend of Martial Arts" and the soon-to-be-released "Underground Transit Station," it was merely a matter of shedding some blood. ..... Zhang Langshui stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around, a tall building looming behind him, one of the largest entertainment companies, Star Entertainment. The yin-yang line cast by the building fell at his feet, reflecting a vast shadow in his pupils. After two months, he had finally negotiated a smooth termination with the company, which was helped by the fact that his artist contract wasn't of high value to Star Entertainment to begin with. The scorching heat of the day was unbearable, so Zhang Langshui turned and walked into a nearby chain convenience store. As soon as he entered, the heat dissipated instantly. The clerk stood slumped, appearing somewhat listless in this drowsy summer afternoon, barely lifting his eyelids to glance at the young man who had entered. Under the duckbill cap was a refreshing handsome face, loosely wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, donning jeans that seemed like a waste on his long legs. With Star Entertainment's building nearby, the clerk wondered if the young man might be some make-up free star, although he looked a bit too old to be an eighteen or nineteen-year-old fresh meat. The man only grabbed a bottle of cold cola, then placed it on the cashier counter, interrupting the clerk's daydreaming. Beep! "Three bucks, thank you." The clerk, holding the scanner, habitually prepared to scan a QR code. Unexpectedly, the customer didn't follow the usual practice and rarely fished out three coins instead. The clerk was momentarily stunned, and by the time he snapped back to reality, the young man had already left. "Weirdo," the clerk muttered to himself. On the other side, Zhang Langshui walked out of the convenience store, holding the cold cola in his palm to cool down physically. He headed to a shaded spot, twisted open the bottle cap, and took a large gulp of cola. He was an artist under Star Entertainment, average in singing and dancing but good-looking. Walking into a coffee shop, across a table, Zhang Langshui saw Qin Lan, a woman in her early thirties. Dressed in a ladies' suit, her appearance was ordinary, but she had a strong presence. "Hello, Sister Qin." "Yes, Director Chen has told me all about it." Qin Lan was straightforward, pulling out a contract and placing it on the table, "The deal is settled, the contract is right here, take a look." "Okay." Zhang Langshui picked up the contract, which clearly read, "Love Hunter Season 3" confidentiality agreement. He was fully aware of what he was doing, following in someone else's footsteps. Just a few days ago, he was huddled up in a rental room, watching "The Legend of Martial Arts" filmed by that person; now, he just hoped he could also make it big with one hit. ```