Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 567 - 301 Elder Sister Affection

Chapter 567: Chapter 301 Elder Sister Affection

Gan Wenchang composed himself, glanced at the screenplay a few times, and was thrilled by the hunt.

There’s no high or low when it comes to comedy scripts, as long as the plot and dialogue are interesting. Ensuring that there are viewers for the final product, and that at least a portion of people watch it, means no loss.

“The script is fine, but isn’t this just like subcontracting?”

“Doesn’t matter, as long as it can be shot,” Xu Qingyan had a habit of focusing on the big picture and neglecting the details. At this point, he neither seemed like a singer nor a scriptwriter.

Shooting one screenplay while releasing two others to attract people and investments was indeed more like the actions of a businessman.

Of course, the advantage of doing so was clear: convenience and speed. To shoot a drama, unless the crew is squeezed dry and unites in effort, even a twenty-episode show requires more than two months.

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If it’s a longer series, it could take at least half a year, or at most a year. Often times, the script isn’t even completed before the content becomes outdated, and if it can’t be shot, it ends up wasted.

The downside is also there—managing three projects at once brings difficulty, whether it’s supervising the crew’s financial flow or the shooting progress. With many people and an uneven team, who would give their life to film?

Until now, no one had played this game. Firstly, because of the script—no one could guarantee a hit. Secondly, channels—as film companies generally have their unique skills.

Take Zhen Wu Zhao Yang for example, which has been focusing on a particular direction in recent years, from “At the Bright Gate” to “Little Lady”; their releases are consistently hit, never worrying about sales.

Similarly, Xu Qingyan embarked on shooting three dramas at once. Even betting on his company Sky Light Film and Television, a newly-built company with just a skeleton, could swallow all three projects.

His confidence lay in “The Legend of Martial Arts,” which from a six million investment garnered nearly seven to eight times the return.

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Lured by such a return on investment and a rough skim of the script, Gan Wenchang didn’t hesitate. He agreed immediately, seeing it as a good deal.

Friends and business partners sometimes aren’t so distinctly separate.

Gan Wenchang didn’t linger in Xinghai, heading back instead to regroup and draw people back into the crew. For him, investing was actually a rather simple matter.

Although he had no “small goal,” he was no stranger to such goals. Tens of millions could pass by his eyes, and Gan Wenchang wouldn’t even blink.

At the airport on the way back, he suddenly thought of how spending a few tens of millions now seemed to not distress Xu Qingyan at all. In just half a year, he had grown so substantially.

To be honest, Gan Wenchang was beginning to not understand Xu Qingyan. To say he was greedy wasn’t quite right; he had popularity but hadn’t cashed in on it, not continuing as a singer on variety shows when he was famous.

Variety shows these days are plenty, and anyone who could mix well could make seven to eight hundred thousand per episode. Singing could bring together a fandom; one call to action, and money flows in.

Yet he chose to hide away, not to show himself, letting the world forget him.

But if you said Xu Qingyan had made enough, he then went right back to the gambling table. Both reckless and restrained, his odds of winning this time were indeed substantial, and in any case, he wouldn’t lose.

The investment in comedy wasn’t large, with Xu Qingyan holding the majority stake, which meant he would also take the lion’s share. Yet he didn’t need to be responsible for the main supervision and management of the crew, allowing a portion to be enticed just by giving them a cut.

Sky Light Film and Television needed to invest, which essentially meant needing funds.

The money he had earned was surely not enough, so he naturally turned to Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou.

Chan Ming Studio.

“Not enough money, and you’re bringing this up only now?” Pei Muchan glanced at him and saw his gaze drifting to certain parts of her, which only increased her displeasure.

He was becoming more and more… overbearing, always thinking about touching Yuanyuan. But remembering that Xu Qingyan would be busy soon, Pei Muchan let him be.

“Actually, it is enough, but I don’t want to go through that trouble,” said Xu Qingyan.

“Hmm.” Pei Muchan looked at him with a supportive glance, handing over a bank card, “The money will be transferred from the studio account to you, this is my personal contribution to you.”

“It’s not a lot, five million, but you’ll definitely find it useful.”

Xu Qingyan froze for a moment upon hearing her words. How did she know he wouldn’t be able to transfer his own funds? Shocked and moved, he acknowledged that the wealthy sister saw right through his toughness.

“Is this… like an allowance? So much?

Pei Muchan: “…What kind of nonsense. If you don’t want it, forget it.”

“I do, I definitely do, and I’ll certainly repay you,” Xu Qingyan said, as his hands began to get restless, starting off with tentative kisses, eventually turning to touching Yuanyuan.

Unfortunately, that was as far as it went, because Pei Yuanyuan got angry.

He didn’t know when he would get to really touch Yuanyuan.

Meanwhile, Lin Wanzhou hadn’t returned to Xinghai yet.

After Xu Qingyan spoke with her about the situation, the money quickly transferred over, and she asked if it was enough. How could it not be? Indeed, one cannot soar with only one wing.

“It’s enough, more than enough,” replied Xu Qingyan.

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Half a month later, Jiang Ling’s album “Sun Never Sets” was released.

Its sales easily broke through the three-hundred-thousand mark, stabilizing at around seven hundred thousand after a week. This achievement made her ecstatic. She was back, everything had returned.

In the same month, seven or eight stars released new albums, with varying degrees of fame. Aside from a top male idol whose song quality was difficult to judge but whose sales exceeded ten million.

The fans plainly weren’t buying the albums for the songs, but this had become the norm. Apart from that, not one of the other new albums exceeded Jiang Ling’s.

This even included the comeback of the veteran diva Mu Yafeng, whose new album “Redefining Love” sold five hundred thousand on the first day, with extremely slow growth thereafter, a sign that it had merely been a modest spend to save face.

The Chinese music scene changes with each passing day, and listeners’ tastes are constantly evolving. It is nearly impossible to stay evergreen; only a few can survive.