Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 432 - 254: As Spring Festival approaches, He Guojin tackles red-themed tasks, "Drawing Swords" and "My Battalion Commander, My Regiment"!_3

Chapter 432: Chapter 254: As Spring Festival approaches, He Guojin tackles red-themed tasks, “Drawing Swords” and “My Battalion Commander, My Regiment”!_3

“Regarding reciting poetry, Group Leader He said…”

Below, He Guojin felt the eyes around him gathering, and he was immediately embarrassed. Although he was a cultured man, at this moment he was somewhat at a loss for words, and couldn’t help but glance at Xu Qingyan, who was speaking confidently, thinking to himself that this man’s zeal for progress was too strong.

After Xu Qingyan had finished sharing his ideas about reciting poetry, Ji Shi’an pondered for a moment before saying, “Not bad.” As a result, the meeting was extended by ten minutes, specifically to discuss the feasibility of his ideas, and it was eventually proposed that a vote be taken; with a majority in favor, it was smoothly passed.

After the meeting, He Guojin pulled Xu Qingyan aside, his expression both serious and tinged with a sense of bemusement.

“Your desire for improvement is really too strong, Brother Xu; you’ve even taken it to my doorstep,” he said.

He Guojin cracked a small joke, but in his heart, he didn’t dislike this behavior. On the contrary, he greatly admired the talent that Xu Qingyan possessed and appreciated the sincerity that shone through him.

The delicate balance between flattery and charm is hard to define; maybe it was because Xu Qingyan was handsome, talented, and respectful at all times that made He Guojin feel that Xu’s behavior was more like a special kind of humor.

Photogenic, handsome, talented, and with a sense of measure, it was difficult to dislike him.

“Brother He, this was originally your idea, I was merely repeating the facts,” Xu Qingyan responded.

“You, oh you…” He Guojin pointed at him, unable to suppress a grin mixed with a sigh.

He laughed for a while, then sighed again, his gaze gradually dimming.

“I know you want to help me, but unfortunately I…” He Guojin stopped mid-sentence, “A few days ago, the station assigned me a task to prepare a red-themed television drama.”

“I heard Director Xiao mention that you’re setting up a film company and have written a good script. If you’re willing, I’d like to ask for your help to join the scriptwriting team.”

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan was stunned, his mind went blank, and he couldn’t recover for a long time.

Xiao Shujun hadn’t even read ‘The Legend of Martial Arts’ script, having only casually inquired whether it was finished.

Who would have thought that I would dare to say “it’s done,” and Sister Jun would be even bolder, claiming that I wrote a good script without even seeing it.

Sure enough, their becoming friends was no coincidence; they were both quite bold. With Xiao Shujun’s words, He Guojin simply believed it.

Perhaps because He Guojin saw Xu Qingyan a bit confused, thinking he wasn’t confident enough to take on the task, he began to reassure him.

“It’s okay, being in the arts isn’t about how long you’ve been working, the stronger you are. Anyway, the script is still in its early stages, but we’ve got to start after the Spring Festival Gala, and the writers will meet to set the theme.”

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“If you’re not confident, it’s okay too; with your talent, even just participating a little and making some contributions would be beneficial for your experience,” he advised.

At these words, Xu Qingyan was suddenly filled with a rush of emotions before he could even respond. It wasn’t because he hesitated or lost courage, but because He Guojin was just too bold.

He would joke and flatter He Guojin, since sometimes a light-hearted jest was also a way to bridge a relationship. But he had never thought about immediate advancement; he just felt that building a good relationship would definitely pay off in the future.

Who would have thought that this big boss would throw not just a piece of cake, but a feast of opportunity at his feet.

Although Xia Country hadn’t implemented a film rating system, it had relaxed some of the restrictions on red-themed movies.

The review standards were loosened, but the requirements for filming permits were tightened. In other words, ordinary people couldn’t film them; most were tasks prescribed by the system, and if you could film it, it would definitely be shown.

After all, no one would smash his own rice bowl over a bit of private agenda, let alone make anything that could cause a 404 error.

As a result, the red-themed films and television dramas in Xia Country at the time had polarized reputations: they were either truly amazing or outrageously terrible. The former were usually made by big names within the system, while the latter were mostly just phoning it in, like subsidized thematic projects.

He Guojin wanted to say more, but Xu Qingyan, with a snap of his hand, grabbed his and excitedly said.

“Confident, where else? The mission is glorious, bro, I’m all too willing.”

In fact, it’s more than just a glorious mission, it could even be said that He Guojin brought warmth with him.

With the song “Blue and White Porcelain” and the credentials of being a chief creator for the Spring Festival Gala, Xu Qingyan could completely shed his identity as an internet celebrity. Without going into other things, it was particularly evident in the small details, as no one called him Xu Dog or “that male guest from the love reality show” anymore.

Because he was a chief creator for the Spring Festival Gala, because every song he wrote was a hit, he was no longer just a celebrity guest, but a true literary intellectual.

As Xiao Shujun had said, with these credentials accumulated, he could lure a compliant and experienced director at a low cost. He could rally a large group of people to film and set up a crew without even having seen the script.

Because he was gold-plated through the Spring Festival Gala and New Year’s Eve party, the name “Xu Qingyan” itself was a golden signboard, a guarantee of good reputation that would not flop.

The so-called quantitative change leads to qualitative change—Xu Qingyan was no longer the sensational internet celebrity from half a year ago. Even though his dark history was out there, hardly anyone mentioned it.

The task of setting up the crew had already been brought up, but Sister Jun hadn’t given him a definite answer yet. Before that, he could well participate in He Guojin’s scriptwriting seminar; he could handle both simultaneously.

After all, he was not a director. In fact, he was quite free in any crew, fully capable of running between two places.

Moreover, with the experience as a scriptwriter for He Guojin’s crew, he could deceive more people into working for him. The original cast for “The Legend of Martial Arts” could even consider actors from the third or even the second tier.

He Guojin opened his mouth and said, “It’s good that you’re confident. You don’t need to thank me too early. You have the ability, and you’re also helping me.”

“Thanks, He Guo.”

“No need to be so formal. It’s just a scriptwriting seminar. It’s not certain that your ideas will be adopted,” He Guojin cautioned upfront, worrying, “Moreover, the scripts for television dramas are quite long, demanding more in terms of storytelling and character portrayal.”

“I know, He Guo, rest assured, I will do my best,” Xu Qingyan replied.

Seeing his full confidence, He Guojin originally wanted to say more, but then he held back.

…

Back at the temporary dormitory, Xu Qingyan didn’t bother to wash up, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling in a daze. There was an indescribable excitement in his heart at the opportunity to engage with a patriotic theme.

Such an opportunity to participate in the writing of a serious drama was exceedingly rare. Not only would the credentials he earned be gilded, but it could also become one of his signature works in the future.

If it was well received, it would be hugely beneficial for him; and if he could secure a key position in scriptwriting…

He didn’t dare to think about it, really didn’t dare to think about it, Xu Qingyan muttered to himself.

Feeling restless lying down, he stood up and paced around the room. In his mind flashed anti-Japanese war dramas from the film and television archive, “Drawing Sword,” “My Chief and My Regiment,” “The Never-Extinguished Serial Number,” and many, many more.

Xu Qingyan had thought he would never need them, yet one day, the opportunity appeared before his eyes; now, all he felt was excitement.

Pei Muchan’s video call came through just then. Xu Qingyan answered immediately. Seeing his unusual expression, she couldn’t help but ask.

“What’s the matter with you? Found some money?” She couldn’t help but laugh after saying that.

In her eyes, Xu Qingyan was that kind of person, only happy when he stumbled upon money— it was quite vulgar, but vulgar in a… cute way.

“That’s not it, but it is good news, though I can’t talk about it now,” Xu Qingyan said, rubbing his palms together, and then added excitedly, “Ah, to think such a thing would fall into my hands… it’s just… ha, I love you to death!”

Pei Muchan saw him in the video, dancing with joy, and found it amusing. Hearing that last sentence, she was utterly baffled.

What the heck…

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