The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 15 The whole person is confused

"Hello, Mr. Xinghe. Last year's 'Duel on the Internet' was fantastic."

"Teacher Wang, it's great to finally meet you. I've been following you from Skyfire all the way to now."

"This must be Teacher Zhao, right? She has such a wonderful temperament. No wonder she can write a novel like 'The Eyes of the Birch Tree'."

Chengdu was not too hot in September, and the weather patterns at this time in 9 were still traceable. However, after walking around the venue several times and exchanging various greetings, Xu Jiuyang still got his vest wet.

Turning around to look at my dad again, wow, he was already chatting with several editors of the magazine, and it seemed like they were getting along pretty well, even including the future editor-in-chief and president, Alai.

Well, my dad has boasted that when he was working hard in Beijing a few years ago, he had dinner with the deputy minister and was also good friends with Uncle Wei Zi, Aunt Siqin and others.

So, how did you get backstabbed? Twice! Add in the later incident with Top, and all the other cases of people cooking the books within the company, and it's easy to overstate the point.

However, in this case, my father can still earn his pension money, buy a large flat in his hometown, and invest everywhere after retirement. He loses a little here and a little there, and can continue to lose money for more than ten years, which is quite impressive.

Forget it, let him be proud. He came to the award ceremony just to take the opportunity to communicate with cultural figures like Ale, as if he himself would be a cultural figure. Let him be satisfied!
Anyway, I didn't have any achievements in my previous life that my dad could brag about, so every time I come back, he would drag me in front of relatives and friends and say, "This kid doesn't do his job properly, he runs around film crews everywhere, and now he hasn't made a name for himself." Then they would watch him be proud and smug in the flattery of "after all, he's a star" and "actors can make a lot of money."

Fortunately, it was already 10 years later, and the TV stations were broadcasting anti-Japanese dramas over and over again. Xu Jiuyang had played some minor roles in these anti-Japanese dramas, otherwise I don’t know how embarrassing it would be.

As for Xu Jiuyang himself, as long as his novel can win an award, it doesn’t matter whether it is the special prize or the third prize. After all, he is just a porter.

Although converting movie content into a novel is not an easy task, for example, how to express the three-layer dream montage of "Inception" in words made Xu Jiuyang lose a lot of brain cells.

But, isn't it a bit too arrogant to make a clay sculpture exactly the same as someone else's wood carving, and then discard and optimize some parts and say it is your own thing?
Please, it's okay to deceive others, but don't deceive yourself.

Xu Jiuyang would not feel guilty, that would be too hypocritical, but he would not be complacent, that would be too stupid.

After all, writing science fiction novels is just to save money and improve one's family status so that one can quickly get through the period of childhood.

"I wonder if classmate Yuan Fang is here." After greeting a few more people, he couldn't help but mutter, and then a pleasant voice rang in his ears: "Hello, is this classmate Li Lei?"
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"Yuanyuan, this is the number one science fiction convention in the country, it's not that great."

"Ran Ran, you can't compare this place with the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe. After all, this is inland."

"Wow, you're speaking up for them like that, are you going to win an award today?"

"You are mocking me, right? You must be! You must be!"

In a corner of the Galaxy Awards ceremony venue, two girls stood together whispering. One of them had medium-short hair with thick bangs on her forehead, a pair of large black-framed glasses on her nose, and simple clothes, making her look rustic.

The other one was better, with a ponytail and very fair skin, but she also wore round glasses and had makeup on the corners of her eyes that deliberately pulled them down, which made her look ugly.

"Honestly, Yuanyuan, why do you want to make yourself so ugly? Besides, it's okay if you just make yourself a little ugly, but why do I have to make myself so ugly too?" Li Xiaoran asked in confusion.

"It's very simple. If we are both ugly, there will be no comparison." Gao Yuanyuan replied with a smile.

"No way?" Li Xiaoran exclaimed exaggeratedly, "You actually have such thoughts, you are so bad." Then she lowered her voice and said, "I like it so much!"

After saying this, he made faces and smiled slyly, looking very playful.

Gao Yuanyuan poked Li Xiaoran's forehead with her finger and said, "Don't imitate my speech."

But after she finished speaking, she sighed again: "You think I want to, but I don't want to be called a mistress."

"Mistress? Why?" Li Xiaoran was puzzled. "How can a pretty, intellectual, and artistic young woman like you look like a mistress?"

After she finished speaking, she puffed out her chest, and the wealthy couple immediately shuddered twice, raising their chins like a playful joke: "If you want to say it, I am what a mistress should look like."

"You don't understand this, Ranran? The pretty ones are obviously mistresses; the dignified ones are not obvious mistresses; the pure ones are secret mistresses; as for the ugly ones, they are reserve mistresses." Gao Yuanyuan said seriously.

"Oh my?" Li Xiaoran opened his eyes wide. "As expected of a cultured person, you speak so coherently."

She immediately became serious again: "Yuanyuan, did someone really say that to you?"

"Okay, okay, I know you care about me a lot. Don't worry, you don't have to coax me like this." Gao Yuanyuan smiled and changed the subject.

Li Xiaoran didn't ask any more questions, but patted his face and said, "If you have anything to talk about, just tell me. I don't have any other skills, but I'm quite qualified to be a listener."

Then she put on a serious expression again: "We are good sisters. If you hadn't helped me before, I would have been sold and helped count the money."

She didn't notice that a hint of gloom flashed across the pair of smiling eyes behind the black-framed glasses.

Yes, Gao Yuanyuan also has a life simulation system, which she obtained during the summer vacation of 95.

Unlike a certain numb little Fan Ye, she was completely confused after accepting and trying to imitate it.

What does it mean to know three and act like three? What does it mean to be used to three?! Am I really that bad?
This doubt reached its peak after she repeated the simulation. She was clearly unaware of it. What was wrong with liking someone with talent? It was normal to be overwhelmed by emotions!

But she couldn't tell her family about these things, so she was quite anxious and confused during that time.

However, people often unleash great potential under great pressure.

Gao Yuanyuan is not stupid, she has been spoiled since she was a child and has hardly encountered any setbacks, so she rarely spends time thinking about things.

When she calmed down, she finally found something from the simulation. It seemed... as if... maybe... should be... because of that couple?
No one said anything sarcastic about her the two times before that, but after getting entangled with the couple, she became known to everyone as the mistress.

From an outsider's perspective, this matter should not have become such a big deal if Xia Yu just stood up and said that he was with her only after they broke up, but he didn't do that.

Not only that, but when he reunited with Yuan Quan, he was incredibly high-profile about it... What does he think of himself?!
　happy New Year to all!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)