Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Even after hanging up the phone, Meng Ziyi's fingers were still trembling slightly.

My palms were sweating as I gripped my phone.

I took a sip of the ice water my assistant handed me, but I didn't feel cold at all. Instead, it felt like a warm fire was spreading from my heart through my blood.

Her cheeks were burning hot.

She looked down at Jiang Yang's name on her phone screen.

Let's refresh the trending topics list.

There are still no entries related to Jiang Yang, but I know they will appear soon.

The conversation that just lasted a few minutes kept replaying in my mind.

“I can take you with me, Sister Meng, we’re friends.”

"A friend of farts is a fuck buddy."

The word "friend" has been overused these days; anyone can call themselves a friend.

She understood that Jiang Yang's relationship with Yang Chaoyue, Liu Haochun, and Tian Xiwei was much better than hers.

After all, they were all Jiang Yang's own people, while she wasn't.

At most, she and Jiang Yang were just friends with benefits.

Even friends with benefits can have feelings.

Even knowing that Jiang Yang probably only considered her because he had so many resources that he didn't need them and was just after a share of her pay, she was still there.

But for her, this was a tremendous opportunity.

Just a moment ago, ten minutes ago, she was lying on the chair, staring blankly at the busy figures of the extras in the distance, feeling an indescribable heaviness in her heart.

Filming for "God of War Zhao Zilong" is almost finished, and the company's promise remains the same: "Don't worry."

There has been no follow-up announcement whatsoever.

She had even prepared for the worst: if the show didn't make a splash after it aired, she might really have to slowly disappear from the entertainment industry.

Among her classmates at the Beijing Film Academy, how many were like her, playing only one or two minor supporting roles before disappearing from the scene, eventually leaving the industry quietly and returning to their hometowns to find ordinary jobs?

She didn't want it to be like that, but she was powerless to do anything about it. She could only watch helplessly as Jiang Yang rose to prominence while she remained stuck in the same place, without even the courage to catch up.

When I was on the phone with Jiang Yang just now, she said, "It's good for people to travel around," but she was actually just trying to save face.

Who doesn't want to climb higher?

Who doesn't want a constant stream of scripts and gigs? Who doesn't want to be remembered by the audience?
They are all too aware of the significance of the variety show "Mars Intelligence Agency".

This isn't some empty promise from the company; it's real exposure.

A stage that allows her to be seen by more people.

She can even stand in front of the camera and show her true self, even if it's just saying a few words or responding to a few jokes, it's better than staying at school waiting for roles.

It's clear that the era of internet traffic has arrived.

Online variety shows can have just as much exposure as TV dramas.

The key point is that it takes a long time for TV dramas to air, while online variety shows can be broadcast very quickly, and the recording time is also short.

Yang Ying and Zheng Kai both became famous through variety shows, didn't they?

Maybe she can too!

"I knew it! That day, I slept with Jiang Yang, didn't try to take advantage of him, and paid for it. I was going to be rewarded!"

Marriott Hotels.

Jiang Yang hung up the phone.

I didn't completely shut down my conversation with Meng Ziyi just now.

It's because he had just contacted Zhong Shujia.

First, they discussed using his college entrance exam scores to promote the TV series "Fighter of the Destiny." Second, they contacted Wang Han directly through Zhong Shujia. They are waiting for a response from the platform.

Meng Ziyi said he would sign a 90/10 revenue-sharing agreement with him, but of course he couldn't actually sign one. Otherwise, it would be a one-off deal, and it would be difficult to cooperate in the future.

Actually, Meng Ziyi was not the first choice.

But it's Nazha.

The reason is simple: Nazha's salary is definitely higher than Meng Ziyi's.

But it's obvious that Nazha doesn't need this kind of variety show exposure, and it's even more impossible for her to get money from Tangren Media, so she simply contacted Meng Ziyi.

"Damn it, I've become a middleman."

Who cares? It's all about making money, nothing's shameful about it.

Take advantage of the current popularity and abundant resources to earn as much as possible, since filming movies and TV series later will be very expensive.

Footsteps sounded from the restroom. Tian Xi glanced around the quiet private room and asked, "Jiang Yang, have they all left?"

"Yes, Chaoyue and the others are almost at the hot pot restaurant."

"It was so lively just a moment ago, but now that they're all gone, this place is suddenly so empty and quiet. I don't know why, but it makes me feel a little uneasy..."

Tian Xiwei moved closer to Jiang Yang, a smile spreading across her face: "I'm a little happy!"

"What's so exciting? Aren't you hungry?" Jiang Yang asked with a smile.

"I'm hungry, so hungry, I want to eat."

"Let's go."

Jiang Yang lowered his head and replied to Zhong Shujia and Guo Jianyong, the two old directors.

There are also Lu Han and Guan Xiaotong.

Both of them said they would post on Weibo to celebrate him becoming the top scorer.

Jiang Yang understood that once these two posted on Weibo, it confirmed that they were good friends with him, making it easier for them to meet privately in the future.

As Jiang Yang replied to the message, he walked towards the door, but Tian Xiwei called out to him, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat hot pot? Hey, Jiang Yang! Don't go."

They discovered that Jiang Yang had opened the door.

She strode over, lifted her foot, and slammed the door shut.

Jiang Yang was so startled that he dropped his phone: "It almost pinched my hand!"

Turning around, I saw Tian Xiwei, wearing athletic pants, legs spread apart, leaning against the door, her graceful figure approaching: "Didn't you hear me tell you not to leave?"

"did not hear it."

"Keep your voice down, or I'll slap you."

Jiang Yang lowered his voice.

I know what I'm doing.

As soon as Chaoyue and the others left, Xiwei's true nature was revealed.

The cupping caused a slight change in mood, with the irritability decreasing.

He picked up his phone and quickly switched to video recording mode: "What are you doing, Xiwei, in that position?"

"I'm practicing dancing." Tian Xiwei immediately pulled her legs back and smiled at the camera.

I noticed that Jiang Yang has become more shrewd.

Every time she wanted to beat up Jiang Yang, he would start recording a video, and she couldn't be fierce at all.

The phone vibrates.

I received a voice message from Zhong Shujia.

Upon opening, the familiar Hong Kong-accented Mandarin voice rang out: [“Xiao Jiang, I’ll contact Wang Han in a bit. That variety show, what’s it called, Mars? Wang Han will be directly involved with you. He’ll call you soon. Don’t worry about bringing guests; just mention it to him. You’re in high demand right now; everyone wants to ride your coattails. Seize the opportunity. I only have one request: during the recording, be sure to mention 'Fighter of the Destiny' a lot.”] (End of Chapter)