Neurotic, it's all fucking Gan Wenchang's fault.
"Teacher Xu, what's wrong with you?" Wu Xueying looked slightly startled, with a puzzled expression on her face.
At the Spring Festival Gala sub-venue mobilization meeting this morning, Xu Qingyan had made a profound impression on her. It was rare to see such young creatives in the industry, who were either reserve cadres from the central station or future promising directors.
They either pursued further studies within the system or, having amassed enough connections and resources, started their own businesses.
Such cases were not uncommon, including the current cultural leaders of the Beijing circle, Zhang and Feng. In earlier years, they had followed their seniors, working tirelessly within TV stations, and took the opportunity to strike out on their own when it arose.
Including now, the directors and producers of the wildly popular variety shows on major satellite TVs were mostly those who had left the system.