Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 519 - 283: The Invitation from the High Leader, Gan Wenchang: byd, can you guess where the highest place in the entertainment industry is?_3

Chapter 519: Chapter 283: The Invitation from the High Leader, Gan Wenchang: byd, can you guess where the highest place in the entertainment industry is?_3

He was puzzled, “Go where?”

“The Director Fang invited Mr. Zheng to inspect our work, Mr. Zheng just got back from visiting the UK,” Zhao Mingyuan said with excitement, “He saw your script when you weren’t around.”

“He just called, asking you to come sit at Mr. Zheng’s house.”

“Ah?”

Xu Qingyan was somewhat baffled, the day had been hectic enough, but thinking that Mr. Zheng must be an important figure, he decided to follow the principle of seizing any opportunity, big or small, and agreed to go.

After Zhao Mingyuan left, he urged him to come out quickly. He then hurried off to prepare the vehicle downstairs, hoping to tag along for the ride, even though meeting Mr. Zheng would be impossible.

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But such things, having a sit at Mr. Zheng’s house, would be good. At this moment, he hoped more than anyone that Xu Qingyan would perk up and be able to have an enjoyable chat with Mr. Zheng.

Xu Qingyan hummed a few times in response and turned to see Gan Wenchang stunned.

“What’s with that expression?”

“Holy shit, Mr. Zheng?”

“Who is it, do you know him or…?” Xu Qingyan scratched his head and complained, “All of you people mention someone by just their surname, it confuses the hell out of me.”

“No, man, you’ve never heard of Mr. Zheng?”

“Never have, I’m a newbie, what kind of farmer’s market should I listen to?” Xu Qingyan retorted, “Can you quit beating around the bush and just tell me who Mr. Zheng is?”

“Ever heard of Renyi?” Gan Wenchang asked.

Xu Qingyan shook his head, “No clue.”

“Holy cow, did you grow up in the mountains or something?” Gan Wenchang jumped up, “Capital City People’s Art Theatre, for the love of god, get online more often, man.”

“Do you know where the pinnacle of the entertainment industry is? It’s in Renyi!”

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan looked it up on his phone.

He had no idea until he searched. Renyi holds the richest heritage in the literary world. It is a legitimate national institution, founded sixty or seventy years ago.

The search results were filled with literary giants, like Lao She, Cao Yu with his “Thunderstorm”, and a whole bunch of venerable gentlemen. Scrolling further, all the current veteran actors were listed there.

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The best acting in the entertainment industry can be found in Renyi, closely related to the Central Academy of Drama.

The mere name “Renyi” stands as a unique presence in Xiaguo. It represents the highest honor and position in the entertainment industry; entering there is what makes you a veteran artist.

Even the biggest stars have to act modestly in Renyi.

He searched for leaders with the surname Zheng and couldn’t help but gasp. He glanced at Gan Wenchang, who spread his hands and looked speechless.

“This is a big leader?” Xu Qingyan was flabbergasted.

“What else? You think I’m joking?” Gan Wenchang sighed and murmured to himself, “Even I can’t stand it as a salted fish.”

“Good grief, these past few days have been too thrilling. If this doesn’t go well, I might turn into a ‘roll dog’ when I go back, and I really will be left far behind by you.”

“What is this luck, holy shit, I feel like jumping off a building, am I still living in a farmers’ market!”

On hearing that, it finally dawned on Xu Qingyan.

Oh, he really had struck it lucky.

If he hadn’t been involved in this project, if he hadn’t come to Capital City, or if he hadn’t been in Capital City. Initially, he just wanted to stabilize his relationship with He Guojin and fortify his connections.

Writing a script was just a side task; frankly, he wanted to make connections, but now it seemed… he had accidentally stumbled upon a steel cable.

“These things are hard to say, maybe you’ll just go and chit-chat a bit,” Xu Qingyan said half-heartedly, thinking that the actual situation was more or less the same, without a solid foundation.

“Don’t, be smart. Opportunities like this don’t come often,” Gan Wenchang advised.

“Alright… I guess.”

Once outside, Xu Qingyan got on the passenger side. As soon as he turned his head and saw Zhao Mingyuan’s state, he was startled, quickly unbuckling his seat belt, nearly jumping out of the car.

“Bro Zhao, you’re driving… Your hands are shaking like a sieve, is this okay?”

“Okay!! Definitely!” Zhao Mingyuan grinned absurdly wide, laughing like a lunatic, “Director Fang asked me to take you and brief you on some matters en route, afraid you’d slip up.”

“Thanks, Bro Zhao,” Xu Qingyan nodded, thinking to himself that he was really more concerned about Zhao making a mistake.

During the drive, Zhao Mingyuan finished briefing almost all the details he could. When he got excited, he almost danced with his hands and feet, which made Xu Qingyan cringe.

They stopped at a tea house, and Zhao Mingyuan helped pick out gifts for him. The fruit basket and such were all included, all seasonal fruits that were common yet refined, taking care of both face and substance.

“Thanks, Bro Zhao, for being so thoughtful,” Xu Qingyan scratched his head, his words truly sincere.

He rarely interacted with leaders within the system; his biggest backer was He Guojin. But He Guojin was only about ten years his senior, so there weren’t so many protocols to observe.

Beyond that, Xu Qingyan was at a loss.

Zhao Mingyuan had indeed saved him a lot of trouble; it was clear he often dealt with these leaders. Putting aside the quality of his script, he handled matters flawlessly.

“Eh, it’s nothing, I’m also basking in your glory,” Zhao Mingyuan put the fruit basket in the car and waved his hand, “That’s all I’m really good for.”

“When it comes to writing scripts, you’re the expert; I can’t compare.”

Xu Qingyan smiled, “Bro Zhao, your scripts are pretty good, too.”

That was a polite remark, but it was enough. Zhao Mingyuan had long since accepted the truth. He never thought he’d gain confidence from Xu Qingyan; that kind of thing must be earned.

The car passed the intersection, the air conditioning whirring in the background.

Zhao Mingyuan glanced at him and reminded him.

“Don’t be too nervous, Mr. Zheng is very kind to everyone. It’s okay if you say the wrong thing. He probably just wants to talk to you about the script. If there’s nothing else, we’ll head back.”

“Yeah, got it,” Xu Qingyan nodded, his heart, however, remained unsettled.