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Chapter 100 The Beijing People's Art Theatre's Reaction

On the other end of the phone, Meng Tingyun asked, "Teacher Zhang, do you have any good ideas? Tell me about them."

"You haven't been here these past two days. The production team has officially finalized the roles and started rehearsals on stage. You could organize a media visit. Apply to the Beijing People's Art Theatre, and I'll act as the director to reveal the behind-the-scenes stories of the 'Rickshaw Boy' production team—"

Meng Tingyun said with delight, "Brother Lin, we can definitely create an in-depth behind-the-scenes series about the play, which will not only keep the play in the spotlight but also keep your popularity going without alienating the public."

"That's what I mean too. During the set visit, I can not only introduce you to the main actors, but I can also take you up close to those well-known actors from the Beijing People's Art Theatre."

"So when do you think would be a good time to start?"

"Let's start tomorrow, is that difficult?"

"Hmm—no, I'll go prepare the application materials right away, coordinate with the relevant departments of the Beijing People's Art Theatre, and contact the media to confirm the list of participating media and the specific procedures."

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

Then, Zhang Qilin called Editor-in-Chief Zhou to inquire about the progress of the magazine's production.

Then, seemingly unintentional mentions can be used to supplement interviews with other people in the play.

Editor-in-Chief Zhou thought the idea was good.

Zhang Qilin told her that Weibo would be organizing a media visit tomorrow, and they could join in.

Editor-in-Chief Zhou readily agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qilin smiled.

Those people wanted to isolate him, so he brought in the media.

Whoever has a good relationship with him gets screen time, while those who cooperate with the isolationist won't even get a single word.

9:30 a.m. the next day.

Feng Yuanzheng pushed open the door to Pu Cunxin's office and saw that Yi Yangbo, the head of the publicity department, was also there.

He greeted Yi Yangbo, then looked at Pu Cunxin: "Brother Pu, is there something you need?"

Pu Cunxin said to Yi Yangbo, "Go and arrange the reception."

Yi Yangbo nodded and left.

There were only two people left in the office.

Pu Cunxin leaned back in his chair, sighed, and said, "Your student is really a handful."

Feng Yuanzheng's brow twitched involuntarily, and he asked curiously, "What has Qi Lin done now?"

Pu Cunxin rubbed his temples and said, "This morning, the publicity department received a call from Weibo. They heard that 'Rickshaw Boy' has entered the stage of stage rehearsals, and they organized a set visit to increase the play's exposure."

Feng Yuanzheng immediately understood that this matter was definitely related to Zhang Qilin.

He pretended not to know anything: "This doesn't sound like a bad thing. It can bring exposure to the play, let more people know about it, and bring in more box office revenue."

Pu Cunxin's eyes revealed helplessness: "Weibo specifically requested Zhang Qilin to be the director, to reveal the behind-the-scenes stories of the production team."

Feng Yuanzheng chuckled inwardly, but remained outwardly calm: "Zhang Qilin is signed with Weibo, so their request isn't a problem."

Pu Cunxin rolled his eyes at Feng Yuanzheng, as if to say, "Why are you pretending to be confused with me?"

Then he said, "We'll proceed with the set visit as planned on Weibo. I hope to focus on the stage play aspect."

Feng Yuan confirmed Bai Pucun's meaning and nodded earnestly, saying, "I will handle it."

Noon, 11:30

When Zhang Qilin arrived at the restaurant after class, the lively conversation suddenly stopped.

Everyone stopped talking and focused on their plates.

The cafeteria was so quiet that only the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks could be heard.

He had anticipated this.

The Beijing People's Art Theatre is not a monolithic entity; it's impossible for everyone to boycott him. It's just that most people don't want to get involved in the mess.

Zhang Qilin walked towards the food serving window without stopping, his expression unchanged.

He was queuing with his head down when someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

Looking up, I saw Wu Gang and his wife.

He was taken aback, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that others were also surprised to see Wu Gang greeting Zhang Qilin.

Wu Gang smiled and said, "Why do you always keep your head down, young man? Actors from the Beijing People's Art Theatre should always stand tall and hold their heads high, no matter where they go."

"Hello, Teacher Wu and Teacher Yue," Zhang Qilin replied with a smile. "I'm currently thinking about my role as a family member."

Wu Gang's wife smiled and nodded at Zhang Qilin.

Wu Gang said, "It's good to work hard, but you should also rest when you need to. Exerting too much energy is bad for your health."

"I understand, Teacher Wu."

"We'll be going now. Feel free to come to me if you have any questions."

"Thank you, Teacher Wu."

As Zhang Qilin watched Wu Gang and his wife leave, he felt a sense of unease.

Teacher Wu Gang only taught me once in "Teahouse," so why is he suddenly taking the initiative to greet me now?

Zhang Qilin was unaware that the gazes around him were subtly shifting.

Some people lowered their heads and continued eating, while others exchanged ambiguous glances with the person next to them.

They were both surprised and surprised that Wu Gang took the initiative to greet Zhang Qilin.

They just didn't expect Class 85 to be eliminated so early.

It seems that Zhang Qilin holds a more important place in Feng Yuanzheng's heart than many people imagine.

Some people have already begun to secretly ponder how to get along with Zhang Qilin in the future.

After Zhang Qilin finished getting his food, he was about to find a seat when he saw He Bing, who was sitting by the window, waving at him.

He hesitated for a moment; he didn't want to cause trouble for Teacher He.

But He Bing waved to him again, and only then did he walk over and sit down. The people around him, seeing He Bing take the initiative to let Zhang Qilin go over, had even more complicated expressions than before.

After Zhang Qilin sat down, he said, "Teacher He, will my sitting down cause you any trouble?"

"What did I do wrong?" He Bing asked Zhang Qilin with a smile, "Why are others causing me trouble?"

"Teacher He, didn't you hear about what happened to me yesterday?"

"I've heard about it."

"Then you should—"

"Kid, you're really my dumbest student. I'm eating in the cafeteria and chatting with you. Does that violate any rules of the Beijing People's Art Theatre?"

Zhang Qilin thought for a moment and then shook his head: "No."

"That settles it."

"Well, I didn't do anything to anyone—"

"Kid, you need to understand that if you want to gain a foothold in the Beijing People's Art Theatre, it's not enough to rely on your strength alone. You also need to learn to unite the forces that can be united. No matter how talented you are, you can't compete with the sheer number of people in your group."

Zhang Qilin listened to He Bing's words and nodded thoughtfully.

From the moment he traveled through time, he has always handled problems with a crisis management mindset.

No matter what happens, all he thinks about is how to break the deadlock.

He never thought of banding together for mutual support. After Teacher He Bing's words, he realized that he was being targeted not because he was too strong.

It's not about him being alone; it's about him having more people bullying you because you're outnumbered.

If he wants to reduce this kind of trouble in the future, he needs help.

Having figured this out, Zhang Qilin raised his head and looked at He Bing: "Teacher He, I also want to unite everyone, but I don't know where to start. Could you point me in the right direction?"

He Bing, with a look of utter disdain, rolled his eyes at him and said, "Kid, you're really looking for gold while sitting on a treasure trove."

Zhang Qilin felt bewildered by the scolding. He smiled and scratched his head, saying, "Teacher He, please enlighten me."

"The most famous middle-aged generation at Beijing People's Art Theatre is the Class of '85, including Feng Yuanzheng, Wu Gang, Ding Zhicheng, Wang Gang, and Gao Dongping —"

Zhang Qilin listened as He Bing read out each name, which were almost all the pillars of the major dramas at the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

To his surprise, these people were all from the same class.

Although Teacher Feng was very serious in class, he was kind to them in private. But he never knew that the teacher had such a group of classmates in the circle.

At the same time, he understood what Teacher He Bing meant. Since they were classmates and also Feng Yuanzheng's students, they should naturally stick together.

As the first class that Feng Yuanzheng led, if they perform well, they will become the successors of the Class of '85 and occupy an indispensable position in the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

The current situation is that he stands out in the class, while the others remain unknown.

If he takes the initiative to motivate them, he can help everyone in the class shine.

In the future, the people in this class will be able to become Feng Yuanzheng's capable assistants and help him resolve troubles.

This kind of thing won't happen again.

Having figured this out, Zhang Qilin said sincerely, "Teacher He, I understand, thank you."

He Bing smiled and waved his hand: "Good that you understand. There's one more thing you need to remember: whatever you do, you must do it within the scope permitted by the rules of the Beijing People's Art Theatre. Only then will the theatre support you."

His emphasis was placed within the range permitted by the rules of the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

Zhang Qilin understood what Teacher He meant, and he nodded vigorously: "Teacher He, don't worry, I know what to do."

After finishing his meal and saying goodbye to Teacher He, Zhang Qilin headed towards the rehearsal hall on the first floor.

I had only gone halfway when I heard Teacher Feng's voice: "Zhang Qilin, come here."

Hearing the call, Zhang Qilin quickly walked over and asked with a smile, "Teacher Feng, what's the matter?"

"The theater informed us that there will be media visits to the set of the play 'Camel Xiangzi' this afternoon. As the guide, you will lead the media interviews and showcase the positive image of the Beijing People's Art Theatre as much as possible."

Zhang Qilin smiled and said, "Teacher, don't worry, I'm from the Beijing People's Art Theatre, and I will definitely uphold the theatre's image during the interview."

Feng Yuanzheng smiled with satisfaction: "Then go and prepare."

After bidding farewell to Feng Yuanzheng, Zhang Qilin turned and headed towards the rehearsal hall on the first floor.

At times like these, it might be appropriate to show a few shots of the classmates who are also doing internships.

If you want to win people over, you have to let them know that if they follow you, they'll get what they deserve.

Back in the rehearsal hall on the first floor, the interns were chatting in small groups.

The difference in strength between them was huge, and apart from a few individuals who took the initiative to greet Zhang Qilin, the others did not have much of a special reaction to his appearance.

Zhang Qilin walked over and sat down next to Li Wei, who had her hair in a ponytail.

In this class, Li Wei was one of the few people who took the initiative to greet him.

Li Wei was somewhat surprised to see Zhang Qilin sitting next to her.

Zhang Qilin usually sits alone in a corner, and she is always the one who takes the initiative to chat with him.

Why am I sitting next to her this time?

She was a little puzzled, but joked, "Handsome brother, why did you suddenly sit next to me? It's making my heart pound."