In the entertainment industry, everyone has been reborn, but who will be their servant?

Chapter 92 A Shocking Story
The two were speechless for a moment. Qin Xuan felt quite sorry for her because she was plagued by negative things and couldn't do this or that.

It seems like everything I do is wrong, and I scrutinize everything with a magnifying glass.

"Actually, I don't care. You can't have it all. I think I'm already pretty good," Liu Yifei said again quietly.

It was unclear whether she was speaking to herself or to Qin Xuan; her words conveyed a sense of self-comfort.

Qin Xuan noticed that her gaze seemed veiled by a thin mist, her brows slightly furrowed, conveying a faint sadness and melancholy. It was quite something that she could drive such a lively and adorable person to this state.

“I think singing is the best choice for you right now. This is an Olympic year, and as long as you sing the main theme songs well, many people won’t think too much about it. You’ll also gain a lot of goodwill, and you’ll win over both the public and the private sector,” he suggested.

Singing eliminates many of these hassles. This year is the perfect time to sing praises, so as long as she sings correctly and well, she'll receive applause and cheers.

When will they finish making the movie? By the time it's over, everyone will have already started criticizing it.

"Singing?" Liu Yifei looked puzzled.

“Yes, singing! You have to do the right thing at the right time. You don’t necessarily have to act. Acting is the least cost-effective thing to do this year.” Qin Xuan said seriously.

This year, as long as you sing praises, you'll receive a buff. When people talk about this year, they'll talk about the main theme songs and who sang them.

He sang three songs in a row: "Welcome to Beijing," "Me and You," "The Nation," and "Stand Up." Andy Lau even rewrote the lyrics to "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies" and turned it into a patriotic song.

Zhou Naicha released two songs in one go: "Thousands of Mountains and Rivers" and "Rice Fragrance".

Let's talk about whether these people were upright or not. Just because they sang patriotic songs, they appeared in various official galas.

You might not remember any movies from 2008, but you'll definitely remember some songs from that year. That's what makes that year special; once you participate, the impression it leaves is different.

"What songs can I sing! Who will write them for me?" Liu Yifei shook her head. It's not like she's never sung before, but she's never made a splash.

"Look at you, and me! I'll write it for you." Qin Xuan patted his chest.

This mother and daughter helped him so much without asking for anything in return, so writing them a song is his way of repaying them.

"You?!" Liu Yifei's pupils dilated slightly.

"Of course, look at all the talented people around you, and you don't even know how to make the most of them. You think I'm a director, but I'm actually a screenwriter. You think I'm a screenwriter, but I'm actually a lyricist and composer..." Qin Xuan repeated what he had said before.

Liu Yifei smiled, of course she still remembered those words.

“Then write some lyrics for me to see,” she said.

"Not now, I need to think about it. I'll write it down for you when I've thought it through." Qin Xuan felt that the timing wasn't right now, but that the right time would come in ten days or half a month.

It was a time of national mourning, a time when spiritual strength was in dire need, and that song came out at just the right time.

Everything depends on timing. Just like Qin Xuan and Liu Xiaoli's stock trading, if the timing is wrong, all their efforts will be wasted, and they may even suffer huge losses.

Liu Yifei leaned closer, as if to confirm: "Really?"

"Really, I promise I'll write it for you."

Qin Xuan spoke with certainty, and then said again, "But before that, I need to test your voice to see what kind of tune suits you. Sing a song and I'll listen."

"It can even be customized!" Liu Yifei exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course it's custom-made, tailor-made. Do you think this song was just written casually? When my CEO Xuan puts his hand into something, it's bound to be earth-shattering and awe-inspiring. Why would I write it if there's no reaction?" Qin Xuan boasted with a straight face.

Liu Yifei raised the corner of her mouth and couldn't help but laugh. She cleared her throat with a cough and said seriously, "Alright then, I'll show you what I can do."

She had completely forgotten her earlier dejected mood, and the man's teasing cheered her up.

When you're in a good mood, your enthusiasm naturally follows.

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"Stop, stop, don't sing English songs, sing Chinese songs." Qin Xuan quickly told her to stop, since she couldn't understand the lyrics herself.

"What do you want to hear?" Liu Yifei asked helplessly in her sweet, childlike voice.

"Sing Faye Wong's songs," Qin Xuan specified.

"You like Faye Wong too?" Liu Yifei was surprised, as if she had found a common interest.

"I don't like Faye Wong, but I like the songs she sings," Qin Xuan corrected.

"Alright then! I'll sing one."

Liu Yifei was quite decisive. She sat up straighter with her legs together and sang softly, "Before we've truly experienced the beauty of snowflakes blooming, if we tremble together, we'll understand even more the sorrow of longing..."

Qin Xuan listened with his eyes half-closed, his hands unconsciously swaying in rhythm with hers, seemingly enjoying it.

Her singing wasn't as ethereal as Faye Wong's; it was more grounded. However, she had good pitch and a unique, cool, and comfortable quality, though she lacked strong breath control.

But it's already very good that you can sing like this. There's nothing wrong with your voice. Other problems can be overcome by warming up your voice and having the recording engineer fix them.

Sometimes, sometimes, I believe that everything has an end, that meeting and parting both have their time...

Liu Yifei is very genuine. When asked to sing, she really sings the whole song and is in great form. Then, as if realizing something, she clapped her hands and laughed, "Oh my, I actually still remember the lyrics."

"That's great. I wouldn't agree to the music scene being without you," Qin Xuan joked.

Liu Yifei laughed heartily, her laughter clear and cheerful. She slapped him on the back, the force not heavy, but with obvious affection. Just then, Liu Xiaoli, wearing a woven hat and an apron, holding a hoe, spoke up: "What are you doing? I could hear you singing from far away."

"Qin Xuan said he would write a song for me and ask me to sing it, so I sang it for him." Liu Yifei felt much better and regained her usual energy.

“Sure, Xiao Xuan is quite talented in writing.” Liu Xiaoli agreed immediately.

To be able to write so many scripts and make movies, one must have some literary talent; without it, one couldn't accomplish such cultured things.

Qin Xuan stood up and greeted them, "Auntie, Yifei, I'll be going now. You two chat."

"Let's have a meal before you go," Liu Yifei said, looking up at him.

"No, I have something else to do."

Qin Xuan was too busy and didn't have much time. He walked to the door and said, "Auntie, don't forget May 8th and 9th."

Besides seeing Liu Yifei, he also came here to continue his business with Liu Xiaoli.

We can't just keep scrolling up.

“Okay! I remember.” Liu Xiaoli said seriously.

Qin Xuan waved to the mother and daughter, then walked away.

Liu Xiaoli watched him leave, then changed her shoes: "Why did this kid suddenly decide to write a song for you? Isn't he a director?"

Logically, she should be given the role of a daughter.

"He said acting this year wasn't cost-effective, and singing patriotic songs was the most cost-effective thing to do. Anyway, we were just chatting when we got to this topic, and he said he would write a song for me," Liu Yifei briefly recounted.

"That's true, it's all about praising the motherland, that's the theme this year." Liu Xiaoli could feel the atmosphere this year.

Not only she could feel it, but many others could too; this was the prevailing tone for the year.

Qin Xuan's approach is correct. This way, Liu Yifei can participate in the general trend of the times, and the criticism against her can be reduced. There are many benefits.

Maybe I'll still have a chance to stand on the CCTV stage, but I'm working myself to the bone acting and still haven't been recognized.

On the 30th, outside Fuxingmen, people would pass by from time to time, taking photos or something. Qin Xuan, dressed in a well-fitting suit, rode his electric scooter to the front of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television building.

Qin Xuan took out his ID card and had the armed police check his identity information.

They saluted him and let him pass.

This gave Qin Xuan a sense of pride. It was the first time in his life that he had entered such a majestic place, and his heart was filled with excitement.

Despite being a reborn individual, he couldn't help feeling nervous and apprehensive entering such a serious place.

At the top of the building's steps, Zhang Hongsen, dressed formally in a suit and tie, saw Qin Xuan riding his electric scooter into the gate from afar.

He walked down the steps to the bottom and then stopped, waiting for Qin Xuan to put the electric scooter away so he could come over.

Descending the steps was a sign of respect for Qin Xuan, while not continuing down them was a way of asking Qin Xuan to respect him.

"Hello, Director Zhang!" Qin Xuan stepped forward and extended his right hand.

Zhang Hongsen gripped his hand tightly, looked him up and down, and then glanced at the little electric scooter he was riding: "You're a boss now, why didn't you drive over?"

"I'm always like this, it's a habit." Actually, Qin Xuan did it on purpose, to leave an impression.

Driving an Audi feels too ostentatious, even if it's a second-hand one, the badge is still so flashy, not to mention he's a capitalist.

"Your hardworking and simple lifestyle is truly admirable!" Zhang Hongsen praised.

"That's how we got here before. We can't forget the past just because we have money now." Qin Xuan said nicely, but his eyes kept glancing at the man.

He has a very upright appearance and a gentle demeanor. In my previous life, I could only see him on television. He read his scripts slowly and deliberately, giving people a very slow feeling.

But in real-life interactions, their tone of voice is normal; that's how they all are. Don't be fooled by how slowly they read from prepared speeches in public. If they spoke like that in normal conversation, it would drive people crazy.

"That's true, we shouldn't forget our roots."

The two walked side by side up the steps. Zhang Hongsen asked, "Have you read the manuscript I gave you?"

"Yes, I have." Qin Xuan nodded.

"So how are your preparations going? Are you confident?" Zhang Hongsen glanced at him.

"It's hard to say. A prepared statement is just a static document. A normal defense involves a completely different tone, momentum, and atmosphere," Qin Xuan said calmly and formally.

“Someone might put pressure on you, just speak normally and don’t panic. The more you panic, the more chaotic things will become,” Zhang Hongsen said.

"I understand." Qin Xuan took a deep breath.

At this moment, he was not as confident as he had been when facing Liu Yifei. After all, he could not show weakness in front of Liu Yifei; he had to maintain a dignified and upright demeanor.

But he also knew who he was dealing with: a highly educated and shrewd person.

(End of this chapter)