This celebrity became even more popular after being exposed of having multiple girlfriends-Chapter 613 - 418_2

As he got closer, he could see the situation in the small reception area clearly.

Lin Xueming was indeed there, sitting on a sofa in the center, holding a wine glass and talking about something.

A lot of people were sitting around him, two of them looked very much like bosses, and a few middle-aged men who appeared to be artists’ managers were standing beside them.

There was Director Tang Wei, who was clearly trying to hide something with a cotton hat but couldn’t conceal his bald head. Despite a name that includes ’Fang’, Director Xie Chunfang was towering over everyone present.

And then...

Wu Mu paused in his steps.

A woman in her forties, dressed in a black tailored suit and wearing a pearl necklace, was elegantly and nobly talking and laughing softly with someone beside her.

Lin Qingyue’s mother was here too?

This was his first time seeing Lin Qingyue’s mother in real life; he hadn’t met her on his previous visits to Lin Qingyue’s house.

But he recognized Du Lan, Lin Qingyue’s mother, as she was an old-school actress from the industry with her photos often seen.

Wu Mu, pausing at his feet, continued moving forward.

After just a couple of steps, he encountered someone familiar again.

On the edge of the small reception area was a man in his thirties, holding a plate in one hand and standing straight, looking as though he was attentively listening to Lin Xueming.

It was Geng Wei.

The original boss of Xiao Yi Company, who wanted to sign him but was refused, then got angry and tried to blacklist him.

But Wu Mu didn’t care much about him and continued walking forward without pause.

As he got closer, he could hear Lin Xueming’s voice, "This year’s film market situation can be said to be shocking. The National Film Bureau’s official data has yet to be released, but I have obtained detailed data from their Director, Cao Guang. This year’s total box office is 42.5 billion, down 21% compared to the same period last year."

Lin Xueming’s solemn voice paused as he noticed Wu Mu approaching.

Not just him; even others in the small reception area noticed too.

The people in the reception area had various expressions. Some clearly just there for the scene, such as the people under the contract of celebrities and artists slightly surprised, seemingly puzzled at seeing this unexpected guest. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The bigwigs like the bosses of two major companies and directors like Tang Wei and Xie Chunfang glanced over but paid little attention.

Du Lan, Lin Qingyue’s mother, initially didn’t react. Her gaze lingered on Wu Mu’s face for half a second before she seemed to realize something.

And... Geng Wei.

When he saw Wu Mu, his face visibly darkened, and when their eyes met, he pulled a superficial smile.

Wu Mu, naturally unfazed, merely glanced around before moving on.

This indifferent attitude undoubtedly made Geng Wei’s face grow even darker.

"This year’s total audience number also significantly decreased. It was 1.01 billion this year, down from last year’s 1.299 billion, nearly 300 million less. Compared to 2019, it’s even more severe, with 2019’s total box office at 64.2 billion, down 33.9%. Five years have passed, and our total film box office hasn’t increased; instead, it’s declined annually."

After a slight pause, Lin Xueming continued speaking even after glancing at Wu Mu.

Wu Mu didn’t mind either, stopping at the edge of the small reception area to listen.

"One could even say, this level is lower than ten years ago in 2015, when the total box office was 44 billion. Our industry’s overall revenue has directly fallen back to the level ten years ago. Such shocking numbers, I think, are worth introspection for us filmmakers regarding what reasons led to this result."

Lin Xueming was speaking on the topic of the film market’s decline.

This was indeed the trend over these years. The film market has been continuously declining, not reaching the heyday everyone expected a few years ago, but instead reverting to levels from a decade ago.

With the data so stark and exaggerated, the fact that there’s been no growth in a decade but rather a regression, undoubtedly imparted a chilling realization to all the relevant industry insiders present, leaving a heavy look on everyone’s face.

A declining film box office is a massive misfortune, whether for the bosses or the celebrities.

If it keeps falling, how many more years can they earn money in the industry?

After Lin Xueming spoke, Tang Wei took over, "The issues Director Lin mentioned are also ones I often ponder over this year. Why are audiences now less inclined to watch films, or why do people hesitate to spend money going to the cinema..."

Wu Mu, without rush, continued to stand and listen.

However, Lin Qingyue’s mother didn’t let him wait too long, motioning him over.

Wu Mu quietly walked over from the edge.

Sitting on the sofa, Du Lan, Lin Qingyue’s mother, slightly looked up at him with a gentle tone, "Is it Wu Mu?"

Wu Mu nodded, "Yes, hello Aunt Du."

"You know me?"

"Director Lin talked about you." Wu Mu habitually referred to Director Lin, and another Director Lin beside them glanced at him.

"Why didn’t she come?"

"She still has things to handle with the crew and couldn’t come over."

Du Lan’s unexpectedly kind demeanor took Wu Mu by surprise.

She conversed with Wu Mu like an ordinary elder.

As they chatted simply, a jeweled lady sitting on the nearby sofa intervened, "Alan, aren’t you going to introduce us?"

Du Lan smiled, "Does he need me to introduce him? He stands out so obviously."

Though she said that, she still introduced Wu Mu, "Wu Mu, this is Yao Ping, Boss Ji’s wife from Light Shadow Media."

"Hello, Mrs. Yao," Wu Mu greeted politely.

The lady, called Yao Ping, glanced at Du Lan and joked, "Why do you call Alan Aunt Lan, but me Mrs. Yao?"

Wu Mu followed the cue, "Aunt Yao."

Just in time, Tang Wei and others finished their conversation, so Du Lan straightforwardly introduced Wu Mu one by one.

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While Wu Mu was preparing for his second appearance, the Six and Seven Gala broadcast, delayed by half an hour, was finally officially aired.

In Zhang Li’s small apartment, Zhang Li and Han Yan were undoubtedly already waiting in front of the computer screen.

Originally, they weren’t particularly interested in the Six and Seven Gala, and even if they had to watch, they would prefer CCTV Six and Seven, which had a stronger guest lineup and bigger production, or the more entertaining and youthful Shacheng Six and Seven.

A mid-tier station like Beijing TV Station couldn’t really pique their interest.

But if Wu Mu was on the show, that was a different story.

As "anti-fans" of Wu Gou, how could they possibly miss such a show, especially with something exciting to watch?

Han Yan turned on the comment section, and as soon as the broadcast refreshed, comments were flooding in, boycotting Wu Mu.

Han Yan laughed, "Haha, they still haven’t given up. Despite Beijing TV Station clearly intending to protect and play dead, they still come over to contribute to the show’s views."

Zhang Li also laughed, "After all, it’s already started, ending anticlimactically isn’t an option."

Indeed, most bystanders wouldn’t keep following this matter, but for Xiao Yi fans and Wu Mu anti-fans, having already charged in, how could they end things antically?

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Xiao Yi stood under the gray Motherland Mountains, singing with seemingly great emotion:

"That year you were my age, young as a naive song."

"But to create that new world of dreams, you turned quickly into the storm."

Hmm?

Du Xingguo instinctively glanced at his granddaughter.

Just that?

Even though he wasn’t a professional, he could tell that this person couldn’t compare to the previous singer in the show. Even with the tuning done, the pitch and effect were decent, but you could faintly sense the sound was weak, lacking any infectiousness.

What was impressive about this?

Hu Qing also couldn’t see why it was good.

Xu Zhichun continued with the second verse:

"I saw millions of lovely you, rushing into the depths of smoke without looking back."

"Countless youthful figures disappearing into the night, bringing forth the dawn."

Du Xingguo lost interest completely, shaking his head, "I can’t appreciate you young people’s stuff."

Hu Qing also found it a bit funny, "Qingyue, shouldn’t your standards be better?"

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