Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Jiang Yang raised his hand and tapped Yang Chaoyue on the head: "I told you to spend less time with her, but you wouldn't listen."

Yang Chaoyue covered his head with his hand, his brows furrowed, a hint of resentment in his eyes, and glanced at Jiang Yang with a disgruntled look: "What's wrong?"

"Do you know that kissing can lead to pregnancy?"

"Then why isn't Sister Meng pregnant? Why isn't Nazha pregnant? Did Sister Meng take pills, or did Nazha use a condom?"

How do you know everything?

Yang Chaoyue glanced at Bai Jiangyang: "Do you think I'm as naive as Hao Chun? I've been studying the university of life for two years, listening to my roommates gossip about the village every day in the factory dormitory."

Yang Chaoyue spoke the truth.

Back then, whether it was in the factory dormitory of the Jiaxing Zipper Factory or in Shanghai, my roommates were pretty much the same.

Most of them are from out of town.

They speak with all sorts of accents, and very few of them speak standard Mandarin.

After work, we lie in our dorm beds at night and chat about things from our hometowns: whose neighbor cheated on their spouse, whose husband and children weren't their own, where wedding pranks are particularly severe, and where dowries are especially high.

I remember a roommate who gained weight just by drinking water. When he talked about this, he was beaming with excitement. Back then, he was using a Nokia phone, and the song "Love Transaction" was playing on his phone. That roommate had a non-mainstream hairstyle and said he wanted to be a single aristocrat and never get married.

A while ago, Yang Chaoyue heard the song "Love for Sale" on his phone again. He thought of his roommate and looked at her social media posts. He then realized that she was a young girl back then, but now she was a mistress.

“I mean, who told you all this!” Jiang Yang said seriously.

Before Yang Chaoyue could answer, Jiang Yang understood the situation: "That son of a bitch, Bai Lu."

The white paparazzi's mouth keeps chattering away; he says everything.

Doesn't he have any pride?

He stepped into the light and paused.

He turned around, bent down towards Yang Chaoyue, and lifted Yang Chaoyue's leg.

"Holy crap, Yang-ge, what are you doing? Are you going to do it all at once? No, no, no!" Yang Chaoyue exclaimed in a panic.

I felt a loosening under my feet.

Only then did she realize that Jiang Yang had taken off the cloth shoes she was wearing.

Watching Jiang Yang turn and walk into the light, heading towards Bai Lu, Yang Chaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed.

"Am I too plain-looking? Not as pretty as Sister Meng or Sister Gulnazar? Is that why Brother Yang doesn't like me?"

I took out my phone and opened my photo album to see my selfies.

No matter how I look at it, I feel like I look very ordinary.

She's too ordinary; she's not good enough for Jiang Yang.

I made up my mind secretly.
I want to become beautiful.

From now on, I can't just use skincare products like Dabao and Baiqueling. I need to learn from Sister Meng and Sister Gulnazar and use some high-end brands.

I'll go see Sister Meng tonight.

While Jiang Yang was away, Bai Lu put aside her portion of Uni-President instant noodles, which she didn't like, and picked up the Master Kong instant noodles that Jiang Yang had just prepared, slurping them down in her mouth: "Master Kong is still the chewiest."

I had only eaten half of it.

She looked up sharply and saw Jiang Yang glaring at her, striding angrily toward her.

Bai Lu stopped slurping her noodles instantly, her body stiffened, and she realized something, her eyes widening.

He put down the bowl without wiping the soup from the corner of his mouth, forcing a fake smile: "Boss, I didn't do anything to you, did I?"

"you……"

Jiang Yang wanted to say that Bai Lu had told Chao Yue about her relationship with Sister Meng and Jian Zha.

I noticed that the stagehands and the staff who were almost finished repairing the light fixtures were all looking this way.

You can't yell about something like, "You stole my noodles!"

"That's it?" Bai Lu raised an eyebrow and flattered without hesitation: "You're the boss, you can't be so petty, right?"

Jiang Yang didn't waste any more breath on her and called out, "Hao Chun!"

"I'm here!"

"Not loud enough."

Liu Haochun immediately stood up, quickly slurped up the dregs of noodles hanging from the corner of his mouth, and stood ramrod straight with the posture of a dance student: "Yes, sir!"

He caught the cloth shoe Jiang Yang threw at him steadily, then turned and rushed towards Bai Lu: "Go to hell!"

"It's just a few bites of noodles from the boss!!! People change their mentality once they become bosses, and they become more and more petty."

Bai Lu turned and ran away, feeling extremely wronged.

The boss, holding Chaoyue's shoes, instructed Haochun to teach her a lesson, but Xiwei just kept laughing, showing no intention of stopping him.

"This is outrageous! It's workplace bullying! Why am I the only one targeted every day? Just you wait, I've signed a variety show contract, and I'll expose them one by one. No one will escape!"

There was a snap.

Bai Lu covered her bottom, bent over, shut her mouth, and quieted down.

Liu Haochun didn't hit her a second time, but just stared at Bai Lu's buttocks: "You really do have a switch on your butt, it's much quieter now."

The broken space lamp has been repaired.

Then another crane was used to set up the newly repaired space light.

The entire film set was as bright as day.

Yang Chaoyue put on her shoes, having already secretly wiped away her tears.

Filming continues.

The filming lasted for two hours. During a break, the production assistant brought over a box full of fried noodles as a late-night snack.

Yang Chaoyue slurped up his fried noodles, sat down next to Jiang Yang, leaned slightly against him, and asked with a hint of dependence, "Am I not as pretty as Sister Meng and Sister Nazha?"

"Huh?" Jiang Yang didn't understand.

"Am I not as pretty as Sister Meng and Sister Gulnazar, plus Zhao Lushi?"

You two are not the same type.

Jiang Yang thought for a moment.

One is a soulful singer who spouts wild and outrageous remarks.

One is exoticism, with a focus on swaying.

One is a blazing spear, whose words are foul and offensive.

If we compare it to different themed clubs, Chaoyue is like a club that collects money via QR code afterward with a smile, counting the money while shouting "Welcome to visit again next time!"

While thinking.

Yang Chaoyue leaned closer, hugged his arm, pressed against her chest, and urged, "Tell me, what type am I?"

"The type who is under 18 years old."

You can feel that the weight of the leap is actually quite substantial.

Who can withstand such shaking?

Jiang Yang withdrew his hand and silently recited to himself, "If the heart is pure, one will not be alarmed even if the sky falls..." Not alarmed my foot! After work, I'll go to Lao Guo's group.

Changing the subject, they started talking about Yang Chaoyue's college entrance examination results.

It works very well.

Chaoyue immediately calmed down and rekindled his ambition to get into Tsinghua or Peking University next year.

Jiang Yang hadn't paid much attention to Yang Chaoyue's college entrance exam results.

It's okay if you didn't pass the exam.

Many cultural workers in this circle are not very cultured themselves, yet they blend in perfectly.

Getting into a four-year university would be ideal, though it would be tough. Chaoyue will definitely be juggling studies and acting, making sure he doesn't waste his precious university years.

Ruth was different.

They were the same age as Chaoyue and would have been in the same circles, but they made completely different life choices.

One was from a family so poor that they couldn't afford to go to school. But after they got money, even though they didn't pass the exam the first year, they were determined to try again the following year.

Another one is that her family is very rich. She can buy Helena Rubinstein skin care products in bulk and give them to her roommates casually. When she was chatting with Jiang Yang before, he asked Ruth what would happen if filming interfered with her studies in the future.

Ruth's answer was straightforward: "I'll just drop out of school."

Some people die from drought, while others die from floods; people's starting points are never the same.

Not everyone has the right to say they don't care.

Most people can only seize the few opportunities they have and run forward desperately.

What truly made Jiang Yang care about Yang Chaoyue's college entrance exam results was the phone call he received from Guo Jianyong after dinner, when they were on their way to the film set to shoot a night scene.

He started by politely inviting Jiang Yang to visit his film crew.

Jiang Yang didn't want to go in the first place.

Jiang Yang only went there after Lao Guo mentioned tutoring his daughter.

This was agreed upon during the day.

He's not available.

But Chaoyue can fill in. He charges 10,000 yuan per lesson and takes 50% of that. Chaoyue will definitely teach with extra enthusiasm.

However, when the topic turned to Chaoyue's college entrance examination score, Guo Jianyong changed his tune: "Xiao Jiang, I know that Chaoyue underperformed this time. Normally, he would be at the same level as you, the level for Tsinghua or Peking University. After all, you taught him. But I think that when it comes to learning, you still have to rely on yourself."

The money I had in hand is gone.

It's all Chaoyue's fault!
The thought of having to supervise Chaoyue through another year of high school courses gives me a headache.

Especially the questions on learning trigonometric functions and translating classical Chinese.

Honestly, you don't need to work that hard.

Because this circle doesn't really require much education, but I still hope to help Chaoyue fulfill his dream of studying and send him to university.

We can't have come all this way for nothing, without getting any benefits.

So after Jiang Yang finished work, he went to Lao Guo's film crew and brought Sister Meng back to her room.

The old lecher wants to become famous overnight, while Sister Meng wants to become an instant star.

The rebuttal was spot-on.

After signing the contract with Wang Han, there's no need to make a special trip to Changsha.

Just send the contract over, get it stamped there, and then send a copy back for your records.

The main issue is that the amount is not large.

If the appearance fee is hundreds of millions, the contract needs to be signed at the production location because it needs to be notarized on-site.

It was two days later when the contract stamped by the production team was sent back.

On the trending topics list, the hashtags for Lu Han and Guan Xiaotong congratulating Jiang Yang have successively dropped off the list.

However, the hashtag #JiangyangCollegeEntranceExam#, which was originally ranked number one, is still in the top fifty.

The production team must have put in a lot of effort.

It probably won't last long.

That's how trending topics are. Without follow-up events to sustain them, even during the peak of the summer college entrance exam season, it's already quite good if an actor who is also a top scorer can stay on the trending topics for two days.

My Weibo followers have increased by more than 300,000.

Zhong Shujia knew that Chaoyue was going to Changsha with Jiang Yang to record a variety show, so she made adjustments to Chaoyue's filming scenes in the past few days.

The first day was dedicated to filming Yang Chaoyue's solo monologue.

The next day, when filming light scenes with other actors, we deliberately reduced unnecessary retakes.

In one scene, Yang Chaoyue had a dialogue with a guest actor. The actress forgot her lines for a moment. Zhong Shujia didn't make the whole set wait. Instead, he immediately said, "Chaoyue, let's reshoot a close-up first. The guest actor over there, hurry up and memorize your lines."

Solving problems during the breaks in storyboard shooting not only avoids delaying the schedule but also takes into account the actors' emotions.

On the third day, during the crucial scene, Tian Xiwei and Liu Haochun were exceptionally cooperative.

For scenes with the three of them together, Zhong Shujia first shot a wide shot, then shot individual close-ups. With Jiang Yang directing, every take was completed in one take.

Fearing it might fail the review, I also filmed an extra one as a backup to ensure I have enough material for later.

While on set, before the director arrived, Tian Xiwei was on the phone talking to her parents about filling out college application forms and holding a wedding banquet.

Liu Haochun sat on a small stool next to him, studying the script intently.

After finishing work that evening, Zhong Shujia patted Yang Chaoyue on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You two can go to Changsha without worry. We've finished filming all our scenes. We'll film the rest when we get back. I promise it won't interfere with your variety show recording."

the next morning.

Hearing the announcement that the plane was about to land at Changsha Airport, Yang Chaoyue shook Jiang Yang next to him: "Brother Yang, we're here, we're here, don't sleep."

After calling out a few times, Jiang Yang's eyelids twitched.

He hasn't woken up.

Yang Chaoyue stopped calling and told Jiang Yang to sleep a little longer.

I know Jiang Yang has been helping to catch up on the schedule these past few days and is very tired on set.

Even Sister Meng felt sorry for Jiang Yang, so she went to Jiang Yang's room early in the morning and took the crew's car to send her and Jiang Yang to the airport.

Auntie should be waiting for her and Yang at the airport exit.

I'm about to go to the production team to find out about tomorrow's recording schedule. I feel excited, nervous, and mostly looking forward to it.

Some were reluctant to move.

It was her first time flying first class. Big-budget variety shows really know how to spend money; they reimbursed her for a plane ticket costing over 5,000 yuan, which is equivalent to a month's salary.

When you first sit down and touch the armrest, you gently rub your fingers against it to feel the delicate texture, then curl your fingertips slightly, secretly raise the corners of your mouth slightly, and then immediately suppress it.

I was afraid of embarrassing Yang Ge.

She was also afraid that others would realize she was unsophisticated and had never seen the world.

His gaze swept over the leather seats, the small screen, and the wide aisle, his eyes following the movement slowly. Yang Chaoyue thought to himself, "I should take my father on a ride like this sometime."

But you can't tell your father the price.

Otherwise, my father would definitely say, "Why spend so much money?" Even though he knows that my monthly income is already fifty or sixty thousand.

There's a salary for filming, money for appearing on variety shows, and money from the monthly settlements with the platform for "Calorie".

Looking around again, Yang Chaoyue's eyes were filled with a mixture of curiosity and unease: "Is this the kind of flight environment Ruth takes every time she goes to university?"

The space in first class is significantly more spacious than that in economy class.

The seats are made of dark brown genuine leather and are so spacious that you can recline in them. The armrests have small screens and cup holders embedded in them, and when you touch them, the texture is incredibly smooth.

The aisle is also wide.

Two people can walk side by side with plenty of room, unlike the narrow aisle in economy class where you always have to turn sideways to pass each other.

The overhead light was a warm, soft yellow, not glaring.

The old green trains I used to ride had glaringly bright lights that hurt my eyes, while buses had dim ceiling lights and always had a stuffy smell of gasoline and sweat mixed together.

The seats next to me were mostly occupied by well-dressed people.

A middle-aged man in a suit was looking down at his laptop diagonally in front of me.

The aunt across the aisle leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed, covered with a cashmere blanket. On the small table beside her sat a half-finished cup of coffee, steaming gently.

There was also a rather young-looking woman wearing noise-canceling headphones, engrossed in a book. The cabin was quiet; no one spoke loudly. (End of Chapter)