Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 398 - 243: Young Master Zou Breaks His Leg, New Year’s Approaches, Xu Someone Starts to Worry as "Decorum" Faces Overwhelming Competition_5

Chapter 398: Chapter 243: Young Master Zou Breaks His Leg, New Year’s Approaches, Xu Someone Starts to Worry as “Decorum” Faces Overwhelming Competition_5

It was under the guise of “assisting in guiding emergency evacuations and dispersals to prevent accidental injuries to the public.”

Gan Wenchang couldn’t help but laugh, and Xu Qingyan joined in. Their sense of humor differed, yet both felt gleeful inside. Zou Lewei was essentially out of the picture, honorably discharged with accolades.

His legs ruined, how could he continue with props? His heroic act had been publicized; they couldn’t just retract that.

“Hey, did you hear?” A male colleague approached, gossiping, “I heard that during the accident yesterday, Director Xiao also slipped and fell, and she even took the day off today.”

At these words, Xu Qingyan’s eyelids twitched, thinking it couldn’t be true. Fortunately, it was a false alarm: Xiao Shujun was fine and returned to work the next day.

Gan Wenchang, however, had new gossip to share: Xiao Shujun’s husband had won a windfall of money their first month of marriage but got tricked into losing it.

Afterward, he developed a gambling addiction, losing not only their savings but also amassing a significant debt.

Her husband gambled regularly, losing everything they had at home. When Xiao Shujun couldn’t stand it and protested, he couldn’t swallow his pride. In a fit of rage, he pushed her down and went on a violent rampage.

That led to their divorce, which had been at a stalemate ever since.

After sharing the news, Gan Wenchang didn’t forget to add, “Bro, keep it under wraps, I only told you this, and you better not go spreading it around.”

“Mhm.” Xu Qingyan nodded, his mind preoccupied with another matter, though.

The company was already registered, and money shouldn’t be an issue; once he got through this busy period, he could start injecting funds. Forming a team wasn’t difficult either; he knew plenty of people.

At worst, ask others for help, but what was lacking was someone who could control the overall situation.

A few days later, Jiang Ling’s new song “Decorum” became a hit. It performed much better than her previous “Rain Love,” with sales reaching one hundred thousand on the first day.

However, it happened that one of the four national sweethearts, Yu Yao, released a new TV series, so “Decorum” didn’t cause much of a stir.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed.

It was now late December.

The preparations for the sub-venues were almost complete, and the planning was basically set. “Shi Chang’an” completed ninety percent of the storyboard, down to each specific frame.

The animation special effects were outsourced, and he had seen them; indeed, they looked good.

Now, all that was left was team communication and fine-tuning some details. Some things had to be done first to ensure there was extra time for rehearsals to deal with unexpected issues.

Without spare time, there wouldn’t even be room for polishing, let alone dealing with any problems that might arise.

As New Year’s Eve was approaching, some in the director’s team were starting to plan how to celebrate. The office atmosphere was growing increasingly lively, except for Xu Qingyan, who wore a frown.

“Hey, what are your plans for New Year’s Eve?” asked Gan Wenchang.

“Ask someone else.” Xu Qingyan appeared disinterested, staring blankly at his computer, “Tell me, who came up with this New Year’s Eve thing anyway?”

“Who knows, it’s not a holiday like the others; it’s probably just another excuse for a celebration,” remarked another colleague from the director’s team upon hearing this.

“Because it’s an opportunity to hang out with someone you fancy, that’s why everyone’s looking forward to it,” Gan Wenchang lifted his right hand, “too bad I don’t have a girlfriend. That really sucks.”

“No worries, just go out and have fun, think of it as walking a dog.” Xu Qingyan offered his consolation.

“Thanks, Teacher Xu, your words warm my heart,” Gan Wenchang turned with a sarcastic smile at his desk, “they warm me up so much that even my messed-up period has regulated.”

“But seriously, aren’t we all single?” Xie Junting, a 26-year-old colleague from the director’s team with a work badge, chimed in with a suggestion.

“This holiday is just for the ladies to blow off steam, what’s the point for us single dogs joining in? Let’s do this instead, let’s form a ‘No New Year’s Celebration’ alliance.”

“A ‘No New Year’s Celebration’ alliance?” Gan Wenchang seemed intrigued, “Tell me more, how does this no celebration work?”

Xie Junting explained: “We don’t go out, buy some snacks and drinks, and just the three of us… could also invite more promising lads. I call them enlightened comrades, and we’ll drink and chat, how about that?”

“Hey! You should’ve said that sooner, I like that idea,” Gan Wenchang, always up for a gathering, exclaimed, “Then we’ll meet up, drink, eat meat, and play games.”

“We’ll shoot a video and post it on social media, let them see what men’s happiness looks like.”

“Damn, that’s an awesome plan, Xie bro, you really know how to have fun.”

“Heh, so Gan bro, are you in?” Xie Junting asked.

“Definitely!”

“What about you, Teacher Xu?” Xie Junting called out to Xu Qingyan with another nickname, as he was older and their interaction was limited to chatting. It wouldn’t be appropriate to call him “little brother.”

“Me? Of course, I’m in. What’s there to celebrate about New Year’s?” Xu Qingyan responded spontaneously.

“Let’s do it! Everyone’s in, and anyone who chickens out is a coward!” Gan Wenchang shouted, “We’ve made a pact now; no backing out, I’ll be the first to disapprove!”

Xu Qingyan pursed his lips, thinking to himself that these two were definitely going to bail on that day.

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