Chapter 570 One after another, thunderbolts came rolling in. Find connections, build networks, have meals and drinks, make promises, and give away gold and silver...
In her previous life, Shang Yechu played comedic supporting roles her entire life, never even managing to get close to these awards. Therefore, for a long time, the eight major awards held a sacred place in Shang Yechu's heart, which she regarded as the most sacred and flawless jewels in the temple of art.
It wasn't until after his rebirth that Shang Yechu learned from Ji Juntao: Nonsense! All those standing under the archway are the same thing; art has already sold itself countless times.
When Shang Ye first heard the news, he was so depressed that it would be almost as if his Dao heart was shattered. It was General Manager Ji who comforted him from the side: "If everyone uses connections, it's the same as if no one uses connections. In essence, it's still fair. It's a subtle fairness, a wise fairness, a fairness with compromise."
These words are obviously nonsense, but so what?
With Ji Juntao's words serving as a fig leaf, Shang Yechu gradually adjusted her mindset. As the saying goes, a good reputation from the audience is better than any award, and the appreciation of a work by its audience is more valuable than any major or minor award. It wasn't Shang Yechu's fault that the entertainment industry had become like this, but to give up on herself because of this trend would be a disservice to her fans and audience, and that would be a disqualification.
As Qingping Entertainment grew, Ji Juntao gradually expanded into other areas. In the past two years, he has also been seeking ways to enhance the reputation of his artists. For example, he managed to buy a Golden Melody Award for a boy band's album. He has also helped some second- and third-tier artists get a share of the profits.
Shang Yechu's status is special; any award she wins must be of high quality. Those other kinds of awards—gold, silver, bronze, iron, duck, goose, dog, pig—would be useless to her.
The Xinghan Awards were Shang Yechu's first nomination for a major television drama award, and her company had been working on it for a long time, aiming to make her the youngest Xinghan TV Queen. Marketing accounts were creating hype, professional fans were controlling the situation, and even trending topics were prepared.
Shang Yechu had just reviewed the shortlist for this year's Xinghan Award. Besides "Half of the Sky," there were also works such as "The Mighty Pass," "The Biography of Hu Ji," "Flying Flowers Chasing the Moon: A Lifetime," "The Tale of Clouds," "The Biography of Qingyun," and "When Dreams Awaken." These were the best works of the past two years, now printed in lead type on a thin sheet of paper.
"Half a Day" garnered significant acclaim, receiving nominations for Best Director, Best Screenplay, Best Television Series, Best Actress, Best Supporting Actor, and Best Music. At first glance, the nomination list is practically a showcase of "Half a Day's" talent.
Being nominated for Best Actress is certainly a good thing, but after learning about the role the company played in it, the joy is inevitably diminished.
In the provincial essay competition, which winner will be happier: the first-prize winner of "My Governor Father" or the second-prize winner of "My Farmer Mother"?
Although it's an old joke of dubious veracity, that's exactly how Shang Yechu feels right now.
Breaking free from her reverie, she arrived at the hotel. Shang Yechu bid farewell to Zhao Qian as if fleeing, finally freeing her ears.
In June, Haicheng was shrouded in continuous rain, the plum rain season making everyone drowsy. Shang Yechu, however, was wide awake, standing by the window, his mind filled with thoughts of the Xinghan Award.
My first Best Actress award in two lifetimes was watered down, which is really frustrating.
Outside the window, rain and mist shrouded the world, a damp and cold gray.
When we were in school, we learned the saying, "Fish is what I desire, and bear's paw is also what I desire." Applying this to Shang Yechu, it would be, "I desire trophies, and I also desire peace of mind."
She was originally very confident in her performance in "The Heavenly Emperor." Now, that confidence has been eroded. Even if she wins an award, she will suspect that it is the result of Ji Juntao's manipulation, rather than her own achievement.
She even began to hate the entertainment industry, hating this controlled world of arts and culture. Before learning the truth, how full of energy and ambition she had been! Now, she stood facing the cold rain outside the window, listlessly waiting for a glory that was destined to be hers.
Cold rain tapped on the window. A loud thud.
Shang Yechu suddenly realized.
Actually, what she hated most was herself; she hated herself for not refusing the company's offer and instead fighting for that position openly and honestly.
Shang Yechu turned around and leaned her back against the window. The cool glass pressed against her back, and the chill and dampness seeped in through her thin summer clothes.
She felt a little better through this subtle self-torture.
My phone kept flashing with messages. First, it was Ji Juntao, who gave me a long list of instructions, acting like a mother hen. Then it was Grandma Hu, who had just sent over a list of local specialties from Haicheng, as Shang Yechu had promised to bring her some.
The crew of "Half a Day" also made some moves. Zheng Bohan, Xu Hanwen, Xue Haodong, and others had arrived in Haicheng. Xue Haodong took the lead and proposed a get-together in Haicheng.
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