Yan Lang has said more than once that Xu Qian was lucky, but the truth is that it's not just about luck. Although luck played a part, it was mostly due to Xu Qian himself.
While it's true that people's hearts are hard to fathom, and you can never know whether a smile is genuine or fake, Xu Qian believes that data doesn't lie.
A simple example is Sheng Huai. At first, Sheng Huai's attitude towards him was 20 points of goodwill, which was just a casual encounter. But the second and third time, his goodwill increased to 100 points. Similarly, Xu Qian would also treat the other party with 100 points of goodwill.
So rather than saying Xu Qian was lucky, it's more accurate to say that data taught him how to judge people. It's like a walking mirror that reveals true character. Even if someone's acting skills are excellent, even Oscar-worthy, in his eyes, 0 or even negative, 20 points, and 100 points are three completely different ways of treating them.
"All done." The makeup artist put down her brush, looking at her new masterpiece with great satisfaction.
"Thank you." Xu Qian stood up, picked up the flute on the table and tucked it into his waistband. In the mirror, he looked exactly like Wen Junzhu, showing the proper demeanor for work.
Yan Lang clicked his tongue twice, then quickly snapped a photo with his phone, intending to have Xu Qian upload it to his Weibo later. He understood now; getting Xu Qian to update his Weibo was impossible unless he was incredibly bored. Since taking the initiative wasn't an option, he'd have to adopt a roundabout strategy!
There was still a while before the show started when the door to the dressing room was pushed open from the outside. A young girl came in, holding a microphone, and seemed to be a reporter.
"Did I disturb you?" The female reporter smiled warmly; in this line of work, a pleasant smile is essential.
Xu Qian gave a socialist smile (as Yan Lang put it), shook his head, and said, "How could that be?"
The reporter also flashed the same socialist smile, and after a brief self-introduction, the two began today's short interview.
The questions were all about today's anniversary celebration, basically just sharing thoughts and opinions on the game. As a reporter, I wouldn't want to cause trouble for the guests; I'd keep things simple.
After a few minutes of interviews, the celebration was about to begin.
Before entering, Xu Qian had seen many cosplayers outside the stadium. After a quick scan, he realized they were all characters from games under the Fengtang Studio. He had put a lot of effort into preparing for today's work, researching all of Fengtang Studio's games, and finally came to the conclusion that this was a company with the fate of Xishanju, but without its problems.
Although the financial backing of Fengtang Studio isn't top-tier, the quality of their games is very high. They not only produce visually appealing games but also create engaging and long-lasting ones. As for the common problem of all games—balance—Fengtang has managed to achieve balance as much as possible in stages.
In summary, it's a good game company, which is evident from the fact that he played Thousand Demon Record for three consecutive days.
Ah, thinking about it now still makes my liver hurt a little.
"Here we go! Be careful! The road is a bit slippery!" The young lady leading the way turned to Xu Qian and said.
Xu Qian nodded, then rolled up his dark green wide sleeves to his wrists, revealing a pair of hands with distinct knuckles. His hands were strong and slender, with neat and clean fingertips, making one wish they could be the flute in his hands!
Just as the host on stage called out Xu Qian's name, the door in front of Xu Qian was pulled open by two staff members on the left and right. The staff members, with their slightly serious expressions, seemed out of place in the scene of screams that suddenly erupted outside the door.
Xu Qian paused for a second. The commotion outside was really loud. The moment he opened the door, it felt like he had entered a concert venue. It was incredibly lively.
But he went in anyway, after all, it was his job.
The moment that dark green hem appeared, the arena erupted like a pot boiling over, with all sorts of sounds rising and falling. Xu Qian vaguely seemed to hear the voice of a rough, northern man, whose shout of "Sir" sent chills down his spine.
Although the scene was beyond Xu Qian's expectations, he still put on a standard socialist smile and told himself: Don't panic! Stay calm! Then, supported by several staff members, he walked onto the stage.
The host smiled and handed him the microphone, saying in a low voice, "Would you like Mr. Xu Qian to say hello to everyone first?"
Xu Qian had almost forgotten the word "Big Brother" by now. He reached out and took the microphone, which felt like it weighed a ton, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "Hello everyone, I'm Xu Qian..."
"Ahhhh—"
"Lord Junzhu, please look at me!"
"Get out! What are you looking at? Don't look!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Qian's hand holding the microphone trembled involuntarily. He was somewhat at a loss in the face of this sudden "I can" and "No, you can't." In the end, the host skillfully took over and eased the awkwardness, saying, "Can't you guys be a little more reserved?"
"That's right!"
"Simps deserve a terrible death! Understand?"
The players in the audience kept echoing their sentiments, clearly indicating a very close relationship between Fengtang Studio and the players, as their language became less formal and official.
Xu Qian felt a strange sense of familiarity at the scene, and a smile involuntarily curved his lips. That smile caused a moment of silence in the room—his face was like jade, his eyes like polished lacquer, his appearance like that of a piece of exquisite jade. At first glance, it was like walking on a jade mountain, radiant and dazzling. His figure was as graceful as a willow in spring, and among the crowd, he was like a pearl among stones. ①
"Ahhhh—"
...
After the celebration, Xu Qian felt like his ears weren't his own anymore. He had never thought his multifaceted persona was so powerful, but today, he didn't know what had struck a chord with them, as they were all shouting with increasing excitement.
Now let's talk about Yan Lang. Why are you joining in the commotion?
"No! Don't you think this outfit suits you perfectly?" To be precise, Xu Qian's appearance is practically screams "professional ancient costume actor." No matter what suit, leather shoes, long gown, or long robe he wears, none of them can compare to the dashing and unrestrained air of this wide-sleeved robe. He looks like a walking scholar!
Seeing that he seemed determined to keep going, Xu Qian stopped talking to him, but he still understood. Qingyan Wanhua was a top-tier member of the literary group in JX3. He couldn't have lived up to the reputation of this sect without a certain charisma.
After finishing his work, Xu Qian went to the changing room to change into more comfortable clothes and returned to modern society. When he came out, he saw the naked disappointment in Yan Lang's eyes, which made him laugh, but he didn't say it out loud. Instead, he asked Yan Lang what he wanted to eat for supper.
Yan Lang immediately stopped being disappointed, his eyes sparkling, "I thought the sour beef hot pot from before was..."
Xu Qian nodded, and just as he was about to agree, Mr. Bei from Fengtang Studio arrived with a beaming face. He had come to invite the two of them to dinner to celebrate the successful third anniversary of Qianyaolu.
Xu Qian glanced at Yan Lang and thought to himself that this beef hotpot meal would probably have to wait until next time.
...
Fengtang Studio is located in an office building less than a kilometer away from the stadium. The entire 21st floor is Fengtang Studio's territory. In addition to the employees' offices, there is also a very large canteen that can accommodate all the company's employees at the same time. The celebration banquet was held there.
From the moment Xu Qian entered until he sat down, he took photos with countless people, including company employees, as well as other invited streamers or cosplayers. The atmosphere was incredibly lively, no less so than the previous live events, except for the slightly quieter atmosphere.
This surprised Xu Qian, who considered himself a nobody in the entertainment industry. Later, Yan Lang carefully analyzed the cause and effect for him. First of all, Xu Qian's own physical attributes were strong enough. He could play the flute on a whim and write calligraphy with flowing strokes, which perfectly met the players' expectations of him. Secondly, the previous live broadcast gave him a lot of popularity in the gaming and cosplay circles, and it was all in a positive light.
These two things combined are already a great success, especially considering that this isn't even marketing.
Xu Qian nodded, as if he understood.
Yan Lang stopped paying attention to him and instead kept a close eye on his Weibo activity.
Half an hour earlier, Fengtang Studio posted a group photo of the celebration on its official Weibo account. Xu Qian was standing next to President Bei. Everyone in the picture was smiling, showing off their big white teeth, which looked particularly festive.
Yan Lang glanced at Weibo and then said to Xu Qian sitting next to him, "By the way, remember to retweet Feng Tang Studio's Weibo post. It's best to retweet it now. Say that today's event was very enjoyable, and add a few emojis or something."
Xu Qian said "oh," went online, reposted the official Weibo post, added Yan Lang's words, thought for a moment, added a kiss emoji, and then reposted it.
After he finished, he looked through the Weibo posts he had made during the day, which were the photos Yan Lang had asked him to upload. Although they weren't selfies, he could still take them.
[Old Xu, I have a suggestion: why don't you apply for UNESCO World Heritage status for your face?]
[Ahhh, I agree!]
I think this suggestion is good.
[It's such a shame that a face like that isn't nominated for UNESCO World Heritage status~]
Xu Qian was very confused. Was this World Heritage application the one he understood?
That's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Sheng Huai appeared on his Weibo and even liked the posts from fans who were telling him to apply for World Heritage status. Hey, hey, hey, are you trying to stir up trouble?!
Sheng Huai V:
Not yet, but I think they're right, hahaha~ /@徐骞V: Why are you joining in the fun? Has the lettuce grown yet? /@盛淮V: I think this suggestion is good! /@百里飘飘拳: Old Xu, I have a suggestion, you should apply for UNESCO World Heritage status for your face!
[awsl! I'm totally shipping them again!]
[I promise you a prosperous future!]
[If only they had restrained themselves a little, I wouldn't be shipping them like this! (faints)]
[SZD——(sounds like a CP fan)]
[Girls, gather at iStation! We're here to feed you some amazing content!]
[What! We have food?!]
“…What what kind of content?” Xu Qian opened iSite. The most popular video was posted by the official account of Thousand Demon Records. Oh, it was the full video of the promotional song. Further down, in the similar recommendations, there were pairings of him and Sheng Huai together.
Sweet treats - if it's not sweet, you don't have to pay - purely for entertainment - the real person shouldn't click in.
Upon seeing this, Xu Qian felt compelled to click and take a look.
Then……
A handsome scholar on his way to the capital for the imperial examinations encounters a free-spirited thousand-year-old bamboo spirit in a bamboo forest. The scene of the two, one green and one white, appears particularly harmonious under the filter, with no trace of editing.
……Um?
This art style? Why does it look so gay?
Author's Note: ① This is from the "Appearance and Demeanor" chapter of *A New Account of Tales of the World*.
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