Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Chapter 102: Chapter 102 Uncle Chen Advises You to Stay Calm (Extra for Helmsman Xing Xi)

"I feel the same way," Lin Wanzhou said. "I believe you'll become the greatest musician, so this isn't just about you!"

Xu Qingyan was a bit stunned; he hadn't said anything about wanting to become a musician.

Actually, according to his own plans... he hoped that the two pop divas before him would become the greatest musicians, and all he needed to be was a vulgar, rich man.

If they couldn't sing a song, he would step in, mainly to rake in money from all directions.

However... since they had put it that way, he might as well "cooperate" a little. The collapse of the house really wasn't a big deal, as long as he didn't have to compensate for it. What mattered most was to distract the attention of the two wealthy mothers.

"Ahem, yes, my dream is to become a top-class musician," Xu Qingyan sighed lightly, looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, his voice slightly hoarse as if bubbling.

"I had no choice due to life circumstances before, but now I want to write songs. I can't thank you enough for being willing to help me. I swear to turn over a new leaf..."

Pei: "...."

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Lin: "....."

It was indeed a talent to render beauties speechless. They thought, could the person who wrote "Qing Tian" really say such a thing? No one would believe it if they told, but unexpectedly, this very person had written "The One I Miss".

Feeling that he might have overacted, Xu Qingyan quickly decided to quit while he was ahead.

"I'll go and ask about the situation."

He sneaked away, and naturally, Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou did not stay in the living room either. Both feeling a bit awkward as the heat of the moment faded, they greeted each other and went upstairs to rest.

Nightfall came with the crossing of a typhoon.

The production team had just dealt with Chen Feiyu's sudden house collapse incident in the morning and hadn't expected that within half a day, another male guest's house on "The Love Hunter" would collapse as well.

Chen Fufeng saw the trending search when Xu Qingyan's phone call came through.

The typhoon caused the windows to buzz, and the cold wind relentlessly blew into the house, making Chen Fufeng's hands tremble as he picked up the phone. He had seen plenty of trials and tribulations over the years.

This was the first time on the show that two guests had houses collapse on the same day. It was like an old lady sneaking under the quilt – absolutely laughable.

"Director Chen."

"What's the deal with that trending search?" Chen Fufeng pressed the phone to his ear.

"It's completely slanderous, twisting the facts," Xu Qingyan provided direct evidence. "Director Chen, do I look like someone who needs to buy gifts for girls?"

Chen Fufeng recalled Xu Qingyan's face and silently dismissed the idea.

"So the dating thing is also fake? That post says you're like central air conditioning, dating eight people at once, and there are even photos of you being intimate with other girls off campus."

"I don't even date, Director Chen, you know me." Xu Qingyan seemed to be standing by the window while talking on the phone. "I'm just focused on making money."

"That post is just talking nonsense; I might date eight people, but I wouldn't do it in such a low way. Who still plays the warm guy these days? Even dogs have better chances than nice guys."

Chen Fufeng listened to his voice on the phone, his head growing heavy.

Dealing with Chen Feiyu was simple enough, a swift cut and that was it, at most some loss in popularity. But Xu Qingyan was a pillar of the show. If they had to replace him, what would they do on the sixth day of filming?

"I trust you, but what's the point? There are too many posts out there trying to smear you, a mix of truth and lies."

Xu Qingyan was silent for a while. "Then there's nothing I can do, Director Chen, you'll have to handle me. In order not to affect our show, I'll step down, and I don't need the money. You won't make me compensate, right?"

Handle my ass!

Chen Fufeng felt like he was on the verge of a brain hemorrhage when he heard that. If they handled Xu Qingyan today, this show was definitely not going to survive the night. Who else could they find to team up with Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou to complete the heart-fluttering tasks?

People wouldn't participate if they didn't want to, or they might just as well go on a passive strike; Lin Wanzhou hadn't been paid much anyway. Neither of them were ordinary guests, and talking about contracts wouldn't help.

If they came to blows, the show would be even more impossible to do.

He immediately had a headache considering how to handle this; the only option was to try to keep Xu Qingyan stable. They could handle the public opinion with some emergency public relations, tricking Xu Qingyan into finishing the recording of the show.

There was only a little more time left on the last day, and day seven was only about unveiling identities, which could be done in half a day.

"Xiao Xu, what are you talking about? What's this about handling or not handling?" Chen Fufeng leaned in the director's chair, one hand on his phone and the other pinching his throbbing temples.

"How could I let you lose money, brother Chen? We signed a contract. Rest assured, you'll get paid, and you just need to calmly finish recording the show the day after tomorrow."

"This matter isn't as big as it seems, just a storm on the internet. Don't take too much on yourself; the production team will handle it."

On the other end of the phone, Xu Qingyan stood on the third-floor balcony, peering through the glass windows at the raging winds outside. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, thinking to himself what an old fox.

So-called vague handling was nothing more than a cover-up for a couple of days, and after the show was done filming, it would probably be time to settle accounts.

The money might end up in his hands, but there would be no issues even if it was given and then lost. Non-celebrity appearances on these shows were like this; nobody could outplay the production team if they got serious.

"That's not okay, I've always seen Director Chen as my dear uncle!" Xu Qingyan patted his chest loudly, thumping sounds filling the air, "With such a great production team, I can't be a burden on you all."

"No worries! I'll shoulder this alone, director Chen, I'll be grateful to you for not letting me lose money! I might as well not take that one million and drop out!"

"Xiao Xu, you really don't need to shoulder this." Chen Fufeng felt like vomiting blood, "You will definitely get the money, just rest and don't worry about it any more."

"That won't do, director Chen, I feel burnt by this money." Xu Qingyan started again, "I can't stand this kind of defamation, it's all my fault for offending someone, and now I've implicated the production team."

"It's too bad I have no money to hire an internet army to cloud the truth, nor to stir the waters, even less to publish explosive comments to drag the person who framed me down with me."

Chen Fufeng: "...."

After a good while, Chen Fufeng finally spoke again.

"Xiao Xu, calm down."

"We were just talking about how the production team will handle the public opinion right away. You... wait a moment, alright? I'll have my assistant sign a waiver with you."

"Let's stay calm, such a big production team shouldn't be affected by this trifle. Rest assured, just proceed with the shooting, it will be handled as it should be."

After hanging up, Xu Qingyan took a long sigh of relief.

That was close, a million was nearly gone with legs of its own.

But then again, is Ji Chen seriously ill or something? Was it necessary to make such a fuss over a few harsh words over the phone? To the extent of buying trending search spots?

Damn it, what a fucking bitch.

Luckily, I'm like 82' Longjing, an old hand at this game, or else I might have really ended up carrying this hot mess. The production team might have pulled the trending search and then withheld my million.

If the production team could suppress the issue, that would be enough, Xu Qingyan couldn't be bothered to clarify. Netizens aren't interested in the truth, they just want to see bloodshed. Better to just blow things up.

Escape from the trap of self-vindication.