Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 576 - 305: Ascend, Are the Ghostly Flames Safe Downstairs?_2

Chapter 576: Chapter 305: Ascend, Are the Ghostly Flames Safe Downstairs?_2

As for Producer Xu, usually amiable, people from the various departments aren’t too afraid of him.

“What are you looking at?”

“What about it? What are you looking at?”

“Do I really need to tell you who started throwing punches first? Wait until Producer Xu gets here, you’re all done for!”

“You talk big, who’s done for isn’t certain yet.” That person said indifferently, “Even if Producer Xu comes, doesn’t he still need us? What are you thinking?”

Bang, at that moment, Xu Qingyan pushed the door and entered.

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The conference room instantly quieted down, and a bunch of people got up in dribs and drabs. They called out ‘producer,’ but obviously, some were reluctant.

Xu Qingyan glanced over everyone and spoke directly.

“I’ve already understood the general situation, and my solution is… whoever causes trouble and delays the shooting, pack your things and get the hell out immediately!”

Buzz, everyone was shocked.

“I heard everything you guys said just now,” Xu Qingyan continued, “I’ll say it again, if you can do the job, do it; if you can’t, get lost!”

A department head’s face couldn’t bear the embarrassment; although he didn’t want to offend the producer, under the scrutiny of the crowd, if he backed down himself, it would be over, so he reluctantly and euphemistically said.

“Producer Xu, about the shooting schedule…”

“You pack your things and get lost, take your people with you.” Xu Qingyan’s face was frosty, “Delaying the shooting schedule, what use do I have for you?”

“If you guys don’t work, there are plenty of others who will!”

After finishing shooting “Underground Transit Station,” he couldn’t be bothered with them. If they could stay, good; if not, let them go. He could call Wei Wufeng over at any time to take over.

Damnit, threatening me! How dare they!

“Wait, Producer Xu, hear me out…” Another department head also stood up, wanting to say something, after all, fighting wasn’t about killing the opponent.

Driving away the stray dogs only to invite a tiger in?

“I don’t want to listen; you get lost too.” Xu Qingyan was furious, he didn’t listen to the explanation at all, where the hell were they earlier?

If the issue had been minor, he would have let it slide. But a delay in the shooting schedule is something Xu Qingyan couldn’t tolerate: being paid without fussing and then also fighting internally.

Then just get lost.

The few who were fired on the spot stood there dumbfounded, but they weren’t foolish enough to talk back to the producer right then and there.

Firing a few people from a small crew barely made news. Sky Light Film and Television hadn’t entered the public eye yet, not even causing a ripple.

Apart from a video circulating in some WeChat groups and a few sour comments, there was no follow-up.

Rumors reached Xu Qingyan’s ears, including “trash drama,” “shoddy work,” “stubborn and self-important producer,” and so on.

The film and television industry itself is traditionally feudal; whoever has the biggest fist is the boss.

As a producer, he was the one in the crew whose word was law. Being the biggest investor, all the mockery and contempt would turn into jokes in the face of the final results.

When he entered the industry, he saw its strict hierarchy.

Now that he was at the top, he found this feeling quite satisfying. Beyond the money, he didn’t need to cater to anyone; if you don’t do the work, there are plenty of others who will.

A producer just needs to do as they please, but those who are employed have a lot more to consider. If they offend people, in the end, they might even face an industry ban.

Three days later, “My Leader, My Group” was scheduled to premiere on a golden time slot on a certain satellite TV, starting at eight o’clock in the evening.

Without much promotion, it aired directly.

Xu Qingyan was baffled when he received the notice; it was much plainer than he expected. Just one notice and it was done, the speed was blindingly fast.

But he had no time to be distracted now, simply because the arranged day had come. He was rehearsing with Shen Jinyue, because tomorrow was her father’s birthday.

Shen Jinyue was full of confidence, planning to give her dad a big surprise.

Xu Qingyan lacked enthusiasm, his gaze shifting up and down along the creaminess in front of Shen Jinyue’s chest. After a few glances, he couldn’t help but rest his head on his hand and lean on the table, somewhat helplessly saying.

“This isn’t good enough?”

“No! You’re being too perfunctory!” Shen Jinyue huffed, hands on her hips, “You just keep staring at people’s…. Your look in your eyes has no feeling at all!”

“No shit, what feeling can looking at you give?” Xu Qingyan stood up, “Eh eh eh, can’t do this, can’t do this, go find someone else, I’m heading back.”

With that, he turned and was about to leave!

“No way!” Shen Jinyue grabbed him, “You promised me!”

Xu Qingyan: “…”

[Shen Nanshan, hobby is… tea drinking.

The company director’s favorite sport is golf….]

Xu Qingyan finished his last stroke, put down the pen, and turned his head to look back.

Shen Jinyue was lying on his bed at that moment, completely unguarded, with the air conditioner humming away. Perhaps feeling cold, she was wrapped in a cardigan sweater.

Her features were delicate, her eyes clear, and her skin fair.

With her arms propping her up, one could see the overly generous curves beneath her clothes, even more captivating than her beautiful face.

Further down, her pale feet were arched, revealing five tender toes, slightly curled. There was no doubt they were of gastronomic grade, a waste not to be pressed into fermented grains.

Without a doubt, she was a young beauty in the bloom of youth.

The reasons were too complicated to explain. In any case, he was now regretting that it was too late. Xu Qingyan and Shen Jinyue had reached an agreement, he only needed to pretend to be her boyfriend for half a day.

As for why only half a day, because Shen Jinyue herself wasn’t confident; any longer and she feared they’d be exposed. The main goal was to provoke her father, the rest was unimportant.

To this, Xu Qingyan felt indifferent. No matter how you played the part, displaying a hint of naiveness was always moving.

“Xu Qingyan, why do you need to write it all down?” Shen Jinyue was lying on the bed, turning her head to look at Xu Qingyan, who was sitting at the desk, writing and scribbling.

“Oh, I don’t want to get things mixed up.”

The sun shone brilliantly, its rays lazily streaming through the window, casting light on half of his shoulder as he stood firm, with black hair and black eyes.

“Hmph, spouting weird things again,” she attacked unceremoniously.

Xu Qingyan was unaffected. “Have you thought about how you’re going to talk to your father? Like how to introduce me, and then fabricating our love story.”

“Ah? Won’t he… he won’t ask, right?” Shen Jinyue was a bit flustered.

The view of Shen Jinyue lying on the bed inspired endless fantasies. Beautiful girls were truly a group bestowed with divine gifts—even if they were simple-minded, it only made others want to punish them with more ambiguous methods.

“Heh, did your dad inherit his company or something?” Xu Qingyan inquired.

“No, my father started it himself,” she answered, somewhat puzzled. “Why do you ask all of a sudden?”

“Never mind, it proves that your father can’t be as easily fooled as you.” Xu Qingyan rose, pacing the room, contemplating how to make a breakthrough with her father.

How should I put it? Although he was somewhat annoyed with Shen Jinyue, after all, she was a friend who’d once rescued him. Last time in Chang’an, Shen Jinyue helped him, so naturally, he owed her one.

After a bit of thought, his mischievous side came to the fore, and he decided to tease her.

“Shen Jinyue.”

“Hm? What’s up?” She sat up from the bed, her heavy conscience swaying.

Xu Qingyan’s words came to his lips then stopped, silently criticizing himself. Was he being too cautious, or was Shen Jinyue too naïve? This was his own bed after all.

At first, the two had been discussing in the living room, but then Shen Jinyue felt hot and they moved to the bedroom. Fortunately, his room was spacious enough that the cohabitation of two unmarried people wasn’t too strange.

Coming back to his senses, Xu Qingyan coughed and said.

“Don’t you think there’s something missing between us?”

“What’s missing?”

“Love. I am well-groomed, and you look simple-minded. How can your shrewd father not notice?” Xu Qingyan said in mock consternation, clapping his hands.

“Pssh! You’re the simple-minded one!” Shen Jinyue retorted, displeased, but she understood his point. After hesitating a moment, she asked, “Then… what should we do?”

“Obviously, we need to quickly build up affection. I have a good method for that.” Xu Qingyan grinned slyly.

Shen Jinyue stiffened, hugging her chest and inching closer to the edge of the bed.

“You… don’t mess around.”

“That’s not up to you now, haha.”

Xu Qingyan looked out the window. Today was a sunny weekend, so he took out his phone and found a novel with a glossy cover, then tossed it to her.

“Read it out loud, please.”

“What is this?”

Shen Jinyue caught the phone he threw and saw the cover featuring a very voluptuous housewife, her mature allure nearly bursting through her clothes.

“You actually want me to read a borderline story out loud!”

“To be precise, it’s just the cover that’s saucy. It’s a romance novel.” Xu Qingyan spread his hands, “It’s also part of the task, to help you get the feel.”

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“You call this cheek-flushing housewife cover a romance novel?” Shen Jinyue pouted, full of resistance. “Why do I need to read this kind of… stuff?”

“Because…”