Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Zhao Lushi had just said, "I'm a fan of Yang Chaoyue," when the girl interrupted her: "Yang what Yue? I don't know him. I'm a fan site manager. You know we need to grab a spot, right? We're in a hurry."

The fan site admin finished speaking quickly and walked inside.

Glancing at Zhao Lushi

Her entire outfit was worth more than half a year's income.

She's even prettier than a celebrity, and she's actually a fan of that guy named Yue, whose name I've never heard of before?
I really can’t figure it out.

I don't have time to think about these things.

Yang Mi's flight is about to land, so we have to rush to the arrival gate to grab the front row for taking pictures. If we're even a step late, other fans might push us to the back and we won't be able to get any clear photos, and then our trip will have been for nothing.

High-resolution, unedited photos are charged per image.

Close-ups of smiling, fixing their hair, or waving to fans would fetch a higher price, and die-hard fans would be eager to buy them.

The complete sets of photos were packaged and sold directly to various entertainment gossip accounts.

A set of ordinary footage can sell for two thousand yuan, but exclusive footage of Yang Mi wearing new casual clothes or new jewelry can sell for five or six thousand yuan.

Yang Mi is back from filming a variety show out of town today. She'll most likely be wearing her new casual clothes and will definitely look great. If we can get a few high-quality photos, she can cover her rent and living expenses for several months.

"Do you have any extra light boards? I want to buy one." Zhao Lushi noticed her eagerness and asked directly.

"No, this is the only one I have. I need it myself."

“One thousand yuan each, I’ll buy yours.” Zhao Lushi said as she took out her phone and brought up the transfer interface.

The fangirl stopped and turned to look at Zhao Lushi.

I thought I heard it wrong.

The light board in her hand was something she bought online last week; it only cost her forty-five yuan.

Even with the added glitter, the total cost is no more than sixty.

What appealed to her even more was that by selling the light board, she could still go in and film Yang Mi, without interfering with her core money-making business at all.

After all, light sticks are just a support tool; her core source of income is photos, so the money from selling light sticks is practically free.

"How many?"

"One thousand five hundred each," Zhao Lushi raised the price.

The main problem was that I didn't know the price of the light board, and time was tight.

"I'm transferring this to you now. Could you please change the sign for me, adding Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue's names, and making them larger so they can be seen clearly from a distance? Can you do that?"

"Yes! Definitely! I have two light boards, I'll just give you one."

The fan site admin immediately nodded.

Understand the situation.

I've run into a brainless fan.

She took out a roll of white tape, a black marker, and a small pair of scissors from her camera bag.

He quickly squatted down and began modifying the light board.

After the two light boards were set up and the payment was received, the fan site admin thanked her and hurriedly ran inside.

Zhao Lushi carefully traced the nameplate she bought to ensure the lettering was eye-catching so that Jiang Yang and Yang Chao could see it as soon as they jumped out.

It says:

[Burn an incredible amount of calories!]
[Rose Boy, Born Towards the Sun!]
"He's going to pretend to be the fan leader again."

Last time I was among Lu Han's fans, cheering for Chao Yue and Jiang Yang; now I'm among Yang Mi's fans.

When will I be able to lead a large group of fans to support these two?

Think no more.

Zhao Lushi coughed slightly and tried to call out, "Chaoyue, Jiangyang, I'm your fan! I love you guys!!!"

I just shouted it out.

Then I saw people around me looking in this direction.

Zhao Lushi lowered her head and squeezed into the arrival gate without regard for anything else.

……

"Yang-ge, help me log into your Youku membership. I want to watch the variety show when it's released."

"You're really stingy, trying to save even this little bit of money. Ruth, on the other hand, subscribes to all her members at once."

"Can people be compared?"

Yang Chaoyue pursed his lips and forcefully shoved the phone into Jiang Yang's hand.

She went to the tray to retrieve her luggage.

"Why is Changsha even hotter than Hengdian?"

After retrieving his checked luggage, Yang Chaoyue could feel the lingering heat of late summer from the air conditioning. He took out sunscreen spray from his bag and applied it.

The luggage carousel was buzzing.

From the arrival gate, you could hear a flurry of shouts: "What's that sound? Yang, did you hear that?"

I heard it as soon as I got off the plane and entered the terminal.

It's becoming increasingly clear.

You could even hear someone screaming in a hoarse voice.

He couldn't quite make out what the sound was, but Yang Chaoyue had a sense of familiarity with it.

correct.

I heard it backstage at the press conference for the launch of "Fighter of the Destiny".

At that time, Lu Han's fans outside were making similar noises.

"Are they fans picking us up at the airport?" Jiang Yang replied.

"Your fan, Yang Ge?"

"How is that possible?"

"You're very popular right now."

"Popularity is popularity, but there aren't that many die-hard fans."

Yang Chaoyue was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening. He pointed to himself, his heart pounding faster: "Could it be one of my fans?"

There was no response from Jiang Yang.

Looking back, he saw Jiang Yang standing there, staring at Yang Chaoyue's phone screen: "Yang Chaoyue, your math skills really amaze me."

"What's the matter?"

Yang Chaoyue peeked over and discovered that Jiang Yang had already logged into his Youku account on her phone and shared it.

I didn't return the phone to her.

The screen showed her phone's calculator, which displayed: 15 - 3 = 12.
"It's just that sometimes I don't want to use my brain... Yang-ge, I beg you, don't tell anyone about this, especially Bailu."

“I’m not that bored. You’re someone I taught. If I told anyone, I’d be ashamed.”

Jiang Yang emphasized, "By the way, you're not allowed to tell anyone that I taught you."

Before handing the phone back to Yang Chaoyue, take one last look at it.

It all seems utterly unbelievable.

How did they manage to use a mobile phone to calculate even two-digit and single-digit addition and subtraction, and also figure out that the three sides of an equilateral triangle are not equal?

I can't think about it too much, because it gives me a headache and makes me feel like tutoring Yang Chaoyue in math for the next year will just be a matter of getting through the days.

Yang Chaoyue followed the sound toward the arrival gate, but as soon as he turned the corner, he froze.

The dense crowd stretched from the arrival gate all the way to the end of the corridor.

It was indeed fans greeting them at the airport.

Yang Mi's name was clearly visible on the light board.

Some were even adorned with cheap but dazzling rhinestones, which were very eye-catching under the cold white lights of the airport.

The fansites in the front row held up their long lenses and tripods, leaning forward like fully drawn bows, their fingers flying across the shutter buttons, constantly shouting, "Don't push! Don't push!"

The fans in the back row were packed shoulder to shoulder.

Some people stood on tiptoe, some stood on suitcases, holding up their light sticks high, their voices red from shouting, and tears streaming down their faces.

The air was filled with the scents of perfume and sweat from the fans.

There's also the sweltering heat that the airport's air conditioning can't dispel.

"There really were fans at the airport, all of them Yang Mi's fans. If the paparazzi were here, they'd probably be ecstatic."

I know Yang Mi's flight must be arriving soon.

Yang Chaoyue took out his phone and snapped a few photos, which he would show to the paparazzi later.

This is something Bai Lu is most interested in.

At the same time, I'm also very envious; I wish everyone were her fans.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Yang Chaoyue dismissed it.

The time isn't for thinking about these things; the most important thing is to steadily and surely take the path in front of you.

I've already thoroughly researched all the celebrities in the industry.

Five years ago, Yang Mi won the Most Popular Actress Award for her role as Luo Qingchuan in "Palace".

Four years ago, she won the Most Popular Actress Award at the Golden Eagle TV Art Festival for her role as Yang Zixi in "Beijing Love Story".

These are just about TV dramas.

In terms of movies, the "Tiny Times" film series starring Yang Mi has grossed over 1.8 billion yuan, setting a new box office record for domestic film series.

Last year, her starring role in the modern suspense drama film "The Witness" grossed over 200 million yuan. Her song "Calories" consistently tops various music charts, but Yang Mi's song "Love's Offering" always reigns supreme above hers.

Education, background, and past experiences acted like invisible barriers, causing her to lower her voice in front of powerful figures.

"What are you spacing out for? Are you scared?" Jiang Yang looked over.

"Ah...no, no."

Hearing Jiang Yang's voice, Yang Chaoyue came back to his senses: "What's there to be scared of? It's not like I haven't seen this before. It's just that I'm envious."

Yang Chaoyue emphasized, "I'm not jealous, I'm just purely envious. Yang Mi must be making a lot of money now. If I had that kind of income, wow, from now on I'll just buy everything on Pinduoduo without having to share with others!"

Yang Chaoyue said this.

His gaze swept back and forth among the light boards of Yang Mi's fans.

Holding onto a sliver of hope, I wanted to see a light board with my name on it.

Knowing it was impossible, they still went ahead and searched for it on their own.

She didn't dare tell Jiang Yang that just now, she desperately wished that the fans holding up light boards were calling her name.

Even just one sentence would be nice.

Even though I know the gap is there, I still can't help but stare at that beam of light, hoping that I can also get some of the light.

That thought, "I can do it someday," flickered in my heart like a star, though I dared not shout it out, it never went out.

I heard hurried and disordered footsteps behind me.

Accompanied by loud reminders such as "Make way, please make way."

Yang Chaoyue turned around subconsciously.

I saw a group of staff members dressed in black overalls walking over.

Uniform black windbreakers.

A black headset was clipped to his cuff.

They were all tall and efficient, clearly a professional security and assistant team with a clear division of labor.

Two tall security guards walked at the front, their arms slightly outstretched, forming a human wall, their sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

Three assistants followed behind: one carrying a black Chanel suitcase, one holding a thermos and tissues, and the other looking down at a tablet, his fingers flying across the screen, checking the itinerary.

The movements were clean and efficient, without any unnecessary communication.

It exudes a sense of distance, as if strangers should stay away.

The previously noisy passengers instinctively stepped back. Yang Chaoyue stared at the woman in the middle and tightly clung to Jiang Yang's arm: "Brother Yang, that's... Yang Mi!"

Jiang Yang looked up.

Yang Mi, protected in the middle by her team, had her hair neatly styled in a low ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and beautifully shaped neck.

He is at the peak of his career.

Wearing a black velvet suit from Chanel's new collection this year, the fitted short jacket accentuated her high waistline.

Beneath the wide-leg pants, black strappy high heels peeked out from her ankles.

A classic Chanel brooch was pinned to her collar.

Understated yet elegant.

Her earrings were pearl studs from the same brand. Her makeup was exquisite but not overly heavy. Her eyes were slightly upturned, giving her a somewhat aloof and cold look, yet she was so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

His steps were measured and unhurried.

As they got closer, Yang Chaoyue didn't dare to speak loudly, only whispering, "It really is Yang Mi, Jiang Yang. My mom really likes watching her dramas. I've also watched Tiny Times, and I can hum a few lines of The Power of Love. I've even sung it in karaoke."

"How about we get an autograph?" Jiang Yang said with a smile.

"Oh, no, no, I wouldn't dare."

For some reason, Yang Chaoyue couldn't explain his feelings.

Lu Han is also a top star, but she wasn't as nervous or reserved in front of him.

They simply regarded the other person as their senior.

But when facing Yang Mi, he treated her as a senior and also with admiration, so he was very careful in his every move: "Brother Yang, is Yang Mi also going to record Mars Intelligence Agency?"

"It shouldn't be. Wang Han showed me the list, and Yang Mi wasn't on it..."

Just saying this.

Jiang Yang paused, and Yang Mi's security guard nudged his shoulder: "Excuse me, please make way."

The force wasn't great, but it caught Jiang Yang off guard, causing him to stumble back two steps and bump into his suitcase, which then tipped over with a thud.

The security guard, who was over 1.9 meters tall and wore sunglasses, didn't even turn his head.

Yang Mi paused, looked in Jiang Yang's direction, and seeing that Jiang Yang was alright, quickly and perfunctorily said, "Ah, sorry, sorry."

Then they continued walking forward in a hurry.

See this.

Yang Chaoyue was stunned for a moment, then immediately helped Jiang Yang up: "Are you alright, Brother Yang?"

She kept a straight face and glanced in the direction of Yang Mi's team: "Are you crazy? Why are you pushing my boss!"

Even though Yang Mi just apologized, I'm still inexplicably annoyed.

The supervisor at that zipper factory in Shanghai used to be like that too. He would push and shove the employees without asking any questions, telling them to move aside and hurry up and get to work.

She muttered softly, her voice carrying a touch of childlike stubbornness, and a hint of grievance that her boss had been offended:

"What? Why should we move aside? This is the path everyone walks on. You're so domineering."

Yang Chaoyue stared at the tall guy in the front, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, who was over 1.9 meters tall and had just pushed Jiang Yang: "So what if he's tall and strong? If Hao Chun were here, he would have kicked him over with one kick."

Suddenly I don't like Yang Mi as much anymore.

Even though she knew that this matter had nothing to do with Yang Mi, Yang Mi still apologized to Yang Ge.

But I'm still not happy.

She's not as pretty as Yang Mi, not as famous, not as many fans, and her work isn't as good as Yang Mi's. Her songs are the same too, not to mention awards... Yang Chaoyue really wants to know one thing she's better at than Yang Mi.

Looking at Yang Mi's tall and straight back, she reluctantly tiptoed and tugged at Jiang Yang's sleeve, her voice tinged with dissatisfaction: "Brother Yang, look, am I taller than her? I'm 168cm tall, and she's probably about the same height as me even in heels."

"Are you possessed by a paparazzi?" Jiang Yang immediately covered Yang Chaoyue's mouth.

Between the fingers.

A voice ripped out from Yang Chaoyue's lips: "Besides, Brother Yang, I'm younger than her. Once we become famous, I'll borrow Xiwei and Haochun's security detail to push Yang Mi's boss!"

"Why do we need to borrow Xiwei and Haochun's security?"

"It'll save you money. Why would I make such a big fuss? I'm not used to it... Just kidding. Even if I become successful, I'll never be as famous as Yang Mi."

Yang Chaoyue laughed.

She is indeed not as famous or glamorous as Yang Mi.

But I can always find a little bit of pride in the fact that I am better than her.

Even if it's just being taller or younger than her, it's still a stubborn refusal for a nobody like me to admit defeat.

The main reason is that Yang Mi's people promoted their own boss!

So even if it's just for fun, they're unwilling to admit defeat easily.

The voice just fell.

Yang Chaoyue then felt a gaze fall upon her.

She turned her head and met Yang Mi's gaze.

Those eyes were clear and deep, as if they could see through her little thoughts.

Yang Chaoyue instantly blushed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He quickly lowered his head, pursed his lips, and didn't even dare to breathe loudly, his heart pounding with panic.

Did Yang Mi hear what I just said?

It shouldn't be.

All that could be heard was the screaming of fans.

Very noisy.

Is Yang Mi's hearing as good as Bai Lu's eyesight?

In a second, many thoughts flashed through Yang Chaoyue's mind, even including how to admit his mistake.

Her fingers gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

The more you care, the more nervous you become.

I'm afraid that my recklessness will ruin the opportunity I've finally gotten close to.

There was lingering fear and regret.

Even if you want to vent your frustrations, you should wait until Yang Mi leaves first.

The inferiority complex I had during my factory worker days resurfaced.

I always feel that I am not good enough or decent enough, and the words I say have a rough and unrefined quality.

He was completely out of place in this glamorous circle where one had to be constantly mindful of their words and actions.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Mi called out, "Hey, are you... Jiang Yang?"

Yang Chaoyue was stunned.

She then realized that Yang Mi wasn't looking at her, but at Jiang Yang.

Yang Mi actually knows Yang Ge?!
Suddenly, I wasn't as annoyed with Yang Mi as I had been.

Just how many connections did the boss secretly build up behind her back? (End of Chapter)