Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Neurotic, it's all fucking Gan Wenchang's fault.

"Teacher Xu, what's wrong with you?" Wu Xueying looked slightly startled, with a puzzled expression on her face.

At the Spring Festival Gala sub-venue mobilization meeting this morning, Xu Qingyan had made a profound impression on her. It was rare to see such young creatives in the industry, who were either reserve cadres from the central station or future promising directors.

They either pursued further studies within the system or, having amassed enough connections and resources, started their own businesses.

Such cases were not uncommon, including the current cultural leaders of the Beijing circle, Zhang and Feng. In earlier years, they had followed their seniors, working tirelessly within TV stations, and took the opportunity to strike out on their own when it arose.

Including now, the directors and producers of the wildly popular variety shows on major satellite TVs were mostly those who had left the system.

Even though Xu Qingyan wasn't well-known at present, his exaggerated resume was enough to put most people in the industry to shame.

For a top star like Wu Xueying, forming a good connection with someone like Xu Qingyan at the Spring Festival Gala sub-venue was a very worthwhile deal.

It's just that Wu Xueying felt that this man seemed unexpectedly shy, not daring to meet her eyes even when speaking. Was he not good at dealing with the opposite sex?

That wasn't impossible; many geniuses were somewhat reclusive. But that didn't matter. Compared to their shining points, such flaws were negligible.

"Ah, it's nothing. It's rare to meet a big star." Xu Qingyan cleared his throat and explained, "I got a bit excited, sorry."

In truth, it was all that boring gossipmonger Gan Wenchang's fault. Now, he could no longer look Wu Xueying in the eye. Every time he saw her, all sorts of bizarre images would pop into his head.

Their first meeting was a bit awkward. Normally, the conversation should have ended there; Xu Qingyan had no aspirations of ingratiating himself with the high and mighty.

Mainly because Wu Xueying was a top star; there was no chance of her collaborating with a start-up company like Xu Qingyan's, and even if she did agree, her agency behind her would not approve.

Companies foster artists not for charity but for massive profits down the line. Once an artist under them becomes hot, they wouldn't let them take on non-profitable roles, let alone allow time for improving their acting skills; that would be considered very generous.

Xu Qingyan was a realist; he refrained from taking pointless actions. Since he had no immediate use for it, maintaining a basic level of goodwill would suffice.

Unexpectedly, Wu Xueying took the initiative to shake his hand and smiled, saying.

"I hope we have the opportunity to collaborate, Teacher Xu."

The entertainment industry loves to call people "Teacher." It gives the impression that the industry is quite cultured to those who don't know better.

Hearing Wu Xueying talk about collaboration, Xu Qingyan paused for a moment, thinking to himself how she knew that he had a film and television company and was planning to assemble a team? After two seconds, he realized she was just being polite.

"Thank you, I'm looking forward to it as well." Xu Qingyan made no effort to hide his desire to get away, planning to pull out after gathering resources at the Spring Festival Gala.

As for future collaboration, he could only chuckle inwardly; he couldn't afford a top star even if he sold himself.

Six days ago.

At that time, Xu Qingyan had insipidly weathered the New Year's crisis, if it could even be called a crisis.

He didn't bother to watch the New Year's Eve galas on Beijing TV and Xiangnan TV, unaware that both stations had long been competing over New Year's Eve ratings.

This time, Xiangnan TV's well-received program could be counted on one hand, and Pei Muchan's performance of "Blue and White Porcelain" became the biggest surprise, with an online survey revealing that over seventy-six percent of viewers were satisfied.

This was actually a horrifying number. For a good song, a satisfaction rate typically hovered around fifty percent. With a large number of respondents, multiple statistics would gradually converge towards fifty percent.

Normally a guaranteed winner with superior ratings every year, Xiangnan TV committed a major blunder on New Year's Eve.

Because netizens discovered that watching other channels' New Year's Eve broadcasts was normal, but when they switched to Xiangnan TV, they found that watching the gala live required a subscription.

This directly infuriated netizens, who took to posting complaint videos.

Usually, lip-syncing at the New Year's Gala was tolerable, but now you're charging a subscription fee for a live broadcast?

"It's hilarious; I'm the fool who paid for a subscription just to watch a broadcast that should've been free. Mei Ren simply didn't have her microphone on at all."

"This year's New Year's ads were incredibly numerous, and it felt like none of the events were thought out very well. It's funny, Xiangnan TV's leaders also know how to waste money."

"They invited so many stars, and hardly any sang live. At least Beijing TV had Lin Chuan, ensuring the quality of the program."

"Let me just say, Lin Wanzhou's song wasn't bad either. I remember it's called 'The Wind Rises,' yes, that's the name of the song." Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

"Finally, someone mentioned it, 'The Wind Rises' is truly incredible!"

After New Year's Eve, based on statistics.

Xiangnan TV still managed to clinch first place by demanding subscriptions to watch the live broadcast, despite inadvertently blocking some viewers, proving how formidable an idol-focused station was.

Unsatisfied with this, Beijing TV started a full-channel promotion of their New Year's Eve gala videos. Among these promoted videos were "The Wind Rises" and "Big Fish," with the best feedback data.

Meanwhile, Xiangnan TV also began promoting videos of their New Year's Eve gala, with a sense of tit-for-tat. As promotions continued, among several songs, one climbed to the top.