Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 513 - 281: Crushing Zhao Mingyuan’s Psychological Defenses, Scripted Coup de Grace_3

Chapter 513: Chapter 281: Crushing Zhao Mingyuan’s Psychological Defenses, Scripted Coup de Grace_3

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan didn’t smile. He turned his head seriously and looked towards Zhao Mingyuan.

“You see, there’s no ‘little Xu’ here.”

Zhao Mingyuan’s face turned ugly. His mouth opened and then closed, unable to bring himself to use the term “Brother Xu.” in his mind, Xu Qingyan simply wasn’t part of the in-crowd.

Yet he could produce a screenplay like that, which inevitably made Zhao doubt…

“That screenplay of yours, did you write it?” Zhao Mingyuan didn’t bother with pleasantries and got straight to the point.

Xu Qingyan wasn’t in a hurry, but Gan Wenchang beside him was.

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“If it wasn’t Brother Xu who wrote it, did you? Go to Capital City and ask around, see who you can pay to write a script like that. You think your own script is not clean, so you suspect others, is that it?”

Zhao Mingyuan really was getting anxious; he had pulled some strings. But could getting a little help with the scriptwriting be considered cheating? It was just leveraging some connections, taking responsibility for the work.

Xu Qingyan glanced at him and said,

“You want me to prove that I wrote the screenplay? Just so happens it’s not finished. How about I write a chapter right now, in front of everyone? Will that do?”

“You think I would ask for that?”

Zhao Mingyuan was taken aback by these words. He’d almost agreed, the words were on the tip of his tongue.

“What do you mean?”

“Haha, what about you? What do you mean?” Xu Qingyan sneered condescendingly, “Who the hell are you? It’s my screenplay; if necessary, I can certainly ensure its integrity.”

“Why should I have to prove anything to you? What’s there to prove?”

“Of course, it’s to prove you’re the author of the screenplay, or else you’d be fishing for fame and stealing credit!” Zhao Mingyuan frowned, barely holding on to his rationality, “I’ll report this to Director Fang.”

“Go ahead, you fucking asshole,” Xu Qingyan said dismissively.

“What did you say?” Zhao Mingyuan’s eyes widened in disbelief, his voice excited, “Did you just curse at me?”

“Curse at you? Why are you so eager to jump up? What’s the hurry?” Xu Qingyan’s lips curved slightly, and he spoke indifferently, “I’m not only capable of writing ‘My Leader My Crew’.”

“If you’re interested, you might want to follow my next play, which will be released soon. Take a good look at that script, open your eyes wide and see if it’s ghostwritten.”

“If you think that’s impossible, pay attention to my company, Sky Light Film and Television. See if I’m like you, all flash and no substance.”

With a barrage of words, Zhao Mingyuan was left speechless.

“You… you just wait!”

Having said that, Zhao Mingyuan turned and left.

In response, Gan Wenchang and Xu Qingyan just crossed their arms and watched Zhao Mingyuan’s retreating figure from the hallway. After half a minute, Gan Wenchang remarked,

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“What an utter idiot. You’re not even in the scriptwriting circle; what the hell are you so passionate about?”

Xu Qingyan couldn’t help but reflect, “Yeah, this guy….”

Ten minutes later, the conversation moved outside the men’s restroom where the two men were chatting while smoking and looking at the nearby hotel exterior. Xu Qingyan didn’t smoke; he was just scrolling through his phone.

Pei Muchan asked if things went smoothly, to which he replied, “Pretty smooth, there shouldn’t be any problems. I’ll let you know the outcome.”

He guessed that he’d be busy for the next couple of days, and once the results were out, he could leave. Regardless of the outcome, with He Guojin around, even if they couldn’t film this time, there would be a next time.

He also replied to Lin Wanzhou’s message, sending her a photo with a caption.

“At a seminar.”

Gan Wenchang glanced at his phone and sighed.

“Man, why is there such a huge gap between people, as big as the gap between a person and a pig?”

“What?” He looked up, puzzled.

“I mean, which one do you actually like?” Gan Wenchang was aware of Xu Qingyan’s situation; he knew he had a childhood sweetheart who was a pop icon.

And there was also a mature partner-collaborator, who was yet another pop icon.

“Like… it’s complicated; I haven’t thought that much about it,” Xu Qingyan put away his phone, frowning, “Compared to the future, I think love can wait a bit.”

“Isn’t your future quite promising?”

Xu Qingyan said somberly, “What I mean is, everyone’s future.”