Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 599 - 316 Relationships_2

Chapter 599: Chapter 316 Relationships_2 Chapter 599 -316 Relationships_2 He rummaged through his mind’s film library and came up with two excellent comedy films, “Crazy Stone” and “Crazy Racer,” both of which were quite well-made.

Currently, after the shooting of “The Legend of Martial Arts” as the leading situational comedy tetralogy, Sky Light Film and Television had gained some fame.

“Love Apartment” could continue with a sequel, but the profits weren’t high.

It could be put on the agenda but wasn’t urgent to initiate; movies were the first priority.

Before long, a phone call came in, and the caller ID showed Luo Yuexiu.

He was slightly startled; it was springtime when they filmed “The Legend of Martial Arts.” Time flew, and it was already winter; he had nearly forgotten about Luo Yuexiu.

Even though Luo Yuexiu would occasionally call or send messages, just to make contact.

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It was to prevent the relationship from fading over time, as it would be awkward to talk when something came up next time.

Big-name actors usually managed relationships in this industry, and some even hired someone to keep records and plan for them, reminding them to maintain their networks.

Luo Yuexiu wasn’t that extravagant; she mostly relied on her memory.

“How have you been, Director Xu?” As soon as Luo Yuexiu spoke, there was a natural sense of animosity, “It’s been so long, haven’t you thought to contact me, Director Xu?”

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Xu Qingyan simply couldn’t stand her, and there was no particular reason, perhaps just a clash of personalities.

“I’ve been busy.”

“Hehe.”

Luo Yuexiu knew Xu Qingyan was making excuses, but she didn’t mind.

She was all too aware of how she was perceived by Xu Qingyan, not much better than a dog.

“Director Xu, the series is done, don’t you have any new ideas to launch?”

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan fell into thought.

Currently, Sky Light Film and Television could not stop producing; “Love Apartment” season two had to be scheduled.

Luo Yuexiu probably came to scout for news; her popularity had surged recently.

After all, she was the female lead in both comedies and had truly reaped the rewards.

But Xu Qingyan had no objections – it’s what Luo Yuexiu deserved, especially since she had joined the team by taking a pay cut.

Even though Xu Qingyan wasn’t compatible with her, he had to admit she was the only “big sister” figure at Sky Light Film and Television.

Xu Qingyan felt a twinge of interest, “What are your thoughts on making movies, want to try the big screen?”

“Sure, I started my career on the big screen.” Luo Yuexiu didn’t bother hiding her enthusiasm, “Before ‘The Legend of Martial Arts,’ I turned to television because several movies in a row didn’t pan out.”

“So, Director Xu, you’re planning to break into the big screen?”

“I do have that idea, but it is just an idea for now, not yet put into action,” he replied, still mulling it over, only to hear Luo Yuexiu laughingly say.

“Not to throw cold water on you, Director Xu, I’d benefit if you succeed.

But there’s a huge gap between movies and TV shows.

They seem similar, but the reality is worlds apart.”

“Many TV directors and producers end up losing money on movies, eventually slinking away, losing both wife and soldiers.”

“Hmm.”

Xu Qingyan, of course, knew television and movies were two distinct industries, with essential differences.

There were plenty of people who made good TV shows but had dismal box office performance.

Apart from the quality of the film itself, there were other uncertain factors at play.

For example, the heartwarming film directed by a comedian who transitioned to directing, “Hello, Tenderness,” succeeded not only in hitting the right emotional notes.

External factors were also crucial, like family-oriented marketing, and the use of emotional hooks.

At that time, most people would sing “Father” in KTV to show filial piety.

So, swayed by the marketing and without any other compelling movies at that time, people walked into the theaters and experienced two hours of emotional resonance.

They cried bucketfuls but wouldn’t remember it the next day.

Fundamentally, it was much like the tearful maternal speeches organized at schools for no reason, earning tears before everybody moved on.

The success of a movie is never replicable; it’s always a matter of the right place, the right time, and the right people.

“So, what kind of movie do you want to make, Director Xu, a comedy or something else?” Luo Yuexiu had already marked Xu Qingyan’s film project with a question mark in her mind.

“A comedy.”

The conversation continued a little longer before they hung up.

But Xu Qingyan could tell that Luo Yuexiu wasn’t optimistic about the film project.

She was actually more excited about the second installment of “Love Apartment” and had asked a few questions about the start of the shooting.

In response, Xu Qingyan gave only a vague date.

After some thought, Xu Qingyan finally decided to proceed with the “Crazy Stone” and “Crazy Racer” screenplays.

He planned to write “Crazy Stone” first, followed by “Crazy Racer.”

At present, there were quite a few actors who had collaborated with Sky Light Film and Television, most of whom had good relations.

It’s almost ready.

The next day,

Xu Qingyan, as usual, buried himself in scriptwriting at the studio, which proved somewhat troublesome.

A whole day passed, the progress had not increased much, and he was even more irritable.

By chance, he saw several reports about Sky Light Film and Television’s tetralogy.

He didn’t recognize the reporters who wrote the articles, but the content was crafted with care.

Each one summarized the essence of a comedy film in just one sentence and also managed to promote the Sky Light company.

Xu Qingyan’s first reaction was to check out the reviews for “Love Apartment.” Finding no negative comments, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The reports compared Sky Light Film and Television with some strong, established film companies.

Most of these weren’t comedy film companies and, as they were deeply invested in their own niche markets, currently had no competitors.

He glanced over them, a sense of reckoning in his heart.

The film would still be made.

This was an almost unanimous pursuit among industry insiders after making a successful TV series.

As long as they had a safety net, they would generally try their hand at the allure of film.

In the computer lay a half-written script.

A piece of jade invaluable beyond measure discovered in the toilet of a nearly bankrupt craft workshop.

An exhibition was specially organized to raise funds, hoping to sell it for an exorbitant price.

The international thief Mike and a trio of local thieves led by Brother Dao set their sights on this piece of jade and began their competition…

Unbeknownst to him, twilight fell.

Xu Qingyan had just lifted his hands off the keyboard when Pei Muchan’s call came in.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing much, I’m at home.” Pei Muchan’s voice was calm, with the sound of television in the background, “Have you eaten?

I’ve ordered some food here.”

“Not yet.”

“Then why don’t you come over and have some?”

“Alright, I’ll come over now.

Should I bring anything with me?”

“No need.”

Xu Qingyan hung up and drove toward the Jiangpan Residential Area.

His mind was still on the script as he entered the underground garage.

It wasn’t until he parked that he snapped back to reality.

Ding, he followed the elevator up after swiping his card and pressed the doorbell lightly.

Soon, Pei Muchan opened the door.

“You’re here?”

“Yeah, are you feeling any better?” Xu Qingyan arrived empty-handed, used to it by now, “I called you this afternoon, but you didn’t answer.

You must have been asleep.”

Pei Muchan’s face flushed momentarily, embarrassed as she turned away.

“I…overslept.”

The living room was brightly lit, with two or three delivered dishes.

The portions were the right size, from a place they often ordered from, and there was even a side dish of stir-fried tomato and egg.

A plate of mediocre stir-fried tomato and egg, which might even contain bits of eggshell.

“It’s okay, you stayed up late last night, right?” Xu Qingyan approached the dining table, reached for the chopsticks, and was about to pick up some of the stir-fried tomato and egg when Pei Muchan stopped him.

“I made that, it might not taste very good.” she said.

“Uh, I’m not picky, it looks quite nice.” Xu Qingyan remarked casually, “Compared to the other dishes, I’m more interested in trying the stir-fried tomato and egg.”

“Really?” Pei Muchan’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah.” Xu Qingyan took a chopstick full, crunched into an eggshell, but still chewed and swallowed without changing his expression, consoling himself by thinking it was like taking a calcium supplement.

“Is it good?

I…

just made it casually, well, just…

I was home and bored, and then…” Pei Muchan’s face was a bit red, surprisingly concerned over stir-fried tomato and egg.

“Yeah, it’s delicious.” Xu Qingyan declared with a straight face, “The master who taught me cooking said, in one’s lifetime, you can only make the best stir-fried tomato and egg once.”

“Ah?

Why?” Pei Muchan, with her hair loose and dressed in home attire, looked bewildered, with an air of a housewife about her.

“Because the sentiment behind wanting to cook for someone, it becomes more difficult to replicate as time goes on.” Xu Qingyan said, looking at her, “Like us right now.”