Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"Boss, you've known Yang Mi for a long time?" Yang Chaoyue asked in a low voice.

"I don't know him at all! I've seen Yang Mi less often than I've seen your father."

"But you've only met my father once."

"So I've never even met Yang Mi, you know?"

I didn't have time to chat with Yang Chaoyue much.

Jiang Yang smiled and nodded politely to Yang Mi: "Yes, I am Jiang Yang. Hello, Teacher Yang Mi."

Yang Mi walked over with a smile.

The team members also slowed down and, being quite perceptive, stopped blocking Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue from contacting Yang Mi.

She walked up to Jiang Yang, her smile becoming more genuine: "You're quite handsome. Why don't you post more photos of yourself on Weibo? It'd easily attract fans. I've heard Professor Huang Lei talk about you; it's all over the Beijing Film Academy's faculty circle. Huang Lei taught a top-scoring student, hahaha..."

"Good luck, good luck."

"So, are you really going to Beijing Film Academy instead of Tsinghua or Peking University?"

Jiang Yang laughed and said, "It's hard to say yet, it's not time to fill out college applications, but I have indeed received calls from the admissions offices of Tsinghua and Peking Universities in the past two days."

Yang Mi steered the conversation toward Gulnazar: "Actually, I'm quite curious about you. Before the college entrance exam, Gulnazar talked about you. She said that she would be the next leading lady at Tangren Media because you taught her acting."

"Nazha is just exaggerating; she's made me sound like a god."

Yang Mi had considered that Nazha's boasting about Jiang Yang might have been exaggerated.

The main point is that Jiang Yang was discovered to have become the acting coach for Zhong Shujia's film crew.

This is quite heavy.

Anyway, let's wait for the broadcast of "Fighter of the Destiny" to see the results.

Acting skills are also a weakness of hers. When she's in a good state, she acts well, but when she's not, she just can't find the feeling.

Let's get to know each other first; maybe Jiang Yang can help her in the future.

Having been in this industry for so long, I've come to understand that mutual benefit is the key to success.

Before Jiang Yang's influence grew, she had so many things she could exchange with him: connections, resources, status...

Her gaze shifted to Yang Chaoyue, who was still looking down: "Are you Tian Xiwei?"

Yang Mi glanced at Yang Chaoyue and recognized him, immediately correcting herself: "Oh, sorry, I mistook you for Yang Chaoyue?"

"Yes, yes! I, I am Yang Chaozhong, oh no, I am Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue!"

Yang Chaoyue was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

The main problem is a guilty conscience.

They were just secretly talking badly about Yang Mi, but now Yang Mi has come over to talk to them.

I feel a million regrets.

I want to appear decent and proper, but I always inadvertently reveal my clumsiness, then blush and wish I could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Her voice trembled slightly: "Sister Honey, you...you know me?"

"Burn my calories!" Yang Mi sang in Yang Chaoyue's tone, then laughed out loud: "You sing better, I can't sing off-key."

Yang Chaoyue smiled, forcing a smile.

Feeling guilty, he dared not look at Yang Mi.

Yang Mi continued, "This song is so popular! My dance teacher recently composed the music for it and even taught me how to dance to it. It's really energetic... By the way, how did your college entrance exam go?"

"No, I didn't do well on the test." Yang Chaoyue lowered his head instantly, his voice barely audible, "One hundred and fifty points."

"A score of 150 in a single subject?! You're a top student, just like Jiang Yang!"

"No, it's 150 for the total score of Chinese, Math, and English."

"Oh."

Yang Mi smiled, understood, and asked softly, "It's okay if you didn't do well on the exam. Take your time, there will be plenty of opportunities. Academic qualifications don't represent everything; ability is the foundation for success."

Yang Chaoyue raised his head and looked at the sincerity in Yang Mi's eyes.

I was still annoyed with Yang Mi a moment ago.

Now people are taking the initiative to encourage me.

Even if you know they're just being polite.

"I have a Chanel event this afternoon and a magazine shoot tonight, I'm so busy I barely have time to breathe." Yang Mi didn't mention the exams again, and instead talked about her schedule, her tone more relaxed: "Where are you guys going?"

"Teacher Yang Mi, we..."

"Just call me Sister Honey, no need to be so polite. Chaoyue, I'm quite a bit older than you."

"Okay, Honey."

Yang Chaoyue immediately changed his tune and answered in a low voice, his nervousness gradually lessening: "We're going to record 'Mars Intelligence Agency'."

"That variety show has a very high production value."

Yang Mi laughed and said, "The production team invited me before, but I really couldn't get away. Wang Han is the host, and Xue Zhiqian is also a regular guest. They are both very interesting people."

Finally, I chatted with Jiang Yang.

Leave your contact information.

Before leaving, Yang Mi looked at Yang Chaoyue and said seriously, "Perform well. That variety show has a lot of exposure and it's a good opportunity for you."

"Yes, I will, Honey!"

She paused, her eyes now showing a hint of the seriousness of someone who had been through it all:

"I know it hasn't been easy for you. You climbed up from the bottom step by step. You must have suffered a lot. I heard you used to be a factory worker, right?"

"Yes, I used to work in a textile factory, just an ordinary factory girl."

"To be honest, Chaoyue, your eyes give me a very clean feeling. This industry looks glamorous, but there are too many temptations. You should be able to feel it now. There are unspoken rules, malicious competition, and everything else. One wrong step and you may be ruined."

Yang Mi gently patted Yang Chaoyue's arm: "Cherish this opportunity and stay true to yourself. Don't be influenced by outside voices, and don't be discouraged for too long because of failing the college entrance exam once. You are very talented and hardworking. As long as you persevere, things will definitely get better and better. With Jiang Yang leading you, things will definitely not be bad!"

Yang Chaoyue felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were dreaming.

She nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Sister Honey, I will definitely follow my boss closely!"

Yang Mi's assistant came over and whispered, "Sister Mi, it's time to go. The event organizers are urging us to leave, and there will be traffic on the way."

"Jiang Yang, Chao Yue, I'm leaving now. I wish you a successful recording, and see you next time."

She turned and walked towards the arrival gate.

The crowd, which had calmed down slightly, instantly erupted into a frenzy again.

The shouts were deafening, even more frenzied than before.

Goodbye, Mimi!

"Honey, you must take good care of yourself!"

"Three Lives Three Worlds is a huge hit!"

"Sister, I love you! I'll always support you!"

The fans pushed forward like madmen.

The security guards worked hard to maintain order.

Some fans were so crowded that they cried, but they still held up their light sticks desperately.

The fans were even more frantic, practically pressing their cameras against Yang Mi's face, snapping photos like a machine gun, while shouting, "Last one! Yang Mi, look over here!"

"Look at my camera! Honey!"

Yang Mi walked forward, occasionally turning back to wave.

Each wave of the hand triggered an even louder scream.

Yang Chaoyue watched Yang Mi leave, surrounded by fans, and felt a mix of emotions. Meanwhile...

On the outermost edge of the fan group, Zhao Lushi was almost driven crazy.

Squeezed in the dense crowd, being pushed and shoved, my face was covered in sweat, which streamed down my cheeks and felt sticky and uncomfortable.

The timing was calculated.

Knowing that Jiang Yang and Chao Yue are together, it's highly likely they came out with Yang Mi.

So from the very beginning, he shouted with all his might, hoping that Yang Chaoyue and Jiang Yang would hear him.

But her voice was drowned out by the shouts of Yang Mi's fans all around her.

Yang Mi walked out of the arrival gate.

The fan group seemed to have lost its backbone, and the dense crowd began to surge.

The girls holding up light boards jogged forward, their hair still damp with sweat from the effort they had just put out, and they were still calling out intermittently, "Goodbye, Sister Honey."

The passageway, which was originally packed with fans, gradually revealed gaps as the flow of people shifted.

Several support stickers that had been knocked off were scattered on the ground.

The airport security guards who had been working hard to maintain order breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing signs of fatigue.

Yang Chaoyue looked at the fans who had separated.

Some of them were seen looking back as they walked, still searching for Yang Mi.

Someone was looking down at their phone screen and typing rapidly, probably sharing their excitement at having just met their idol.

Several fansite admins put away their cameras and checked the photos they had just taken.

The noise subsided faster than expected.

The shouts that were so loud they could have hurt my eardrums a moment ago are now replaced by a quieter atmosphere that makes me feel a little uneasy.

"Chaoyue, send me the proposal you prepared for the variety show. I'll review it for you first." Jiang Yang had only chatted casually with Yang Mi and they were just acquaintances. He was now focusing his energy on the upcoming variety show.

Because this is a talk show.

It's not like Huang Lei's "Back to Field," a lifestyle variety show.

You need to accumulate material before you can give a speech.

"Oh, Yang-ge, I've sent it to you." Yang Chaoyue took out his phone.

Jiang Yang received the document sent by Yang Chaoyue.

The above are three proposals.

Jiang Yang glanced at it and was stunned.

It's all about money, which is very Yang Chaoyue.

"Why is everything about money?"

"because I am……"

Yang Chaoyue blurted it out.

As she spoke the last few words, she lowered her voice, stood on tiptoe, and leaned closer, her head almost touching Jiang Yang's: "Gold digger."

"You can't say that on a variety show."

“I know, I know, I’m not as stupid as I was last year. I know very well what I can and cannot say, Brother Yang. I’m incredibly shrewd now!” Yang Chaoyue tilted his head and looked at Jiang Yang, speaking seriously.

“Hold my hand, and I’ll review your three proposals.”

"okay."

Yang Chaoyue linked arms with Jiang Yang and walked slowly: "Anyway, those people on the internet who say money isn't important either have never been poor or don't need to earn money themselves."

Yang Chaoyue's eyes gleamed with seriousness.

They were completely unaware of how outrageous their proposal was.

Knowing that Jiang Yang is very focused when he's serious, even if he's just walking and looking at his phone, he might trip over a step, so he has to help hold Jiang Yang's hand.

She wrote all three proposals herself.

These are all things she encountered in her life.

Yesterday, Bai Lu wanted to see it, but I absolutely refused to let her see it, fearing that she would reveal it.

Jiang Yang glanced at it and saw that it was written on each of the following:

[1: I've discovered that money really does nourish people.]

Last week, Haochun and I went shopping in Hengdian. We were riding electric scooters that required scanning QR codes. Around noon, it was already getting hot, and Haochun said, "Why aren't there any pretty girls on the streets today?" I replied, "In this hot weather, pretty girls are in luxury cars, restaurants, and shopping malls. Why would they be riding around on electric scooters like us?"
[2: I've discovered that having money is awesome.]

Actually, when I first received my paycheck—not the extra pay for "Go Fighting!", but the pay for "Fighter of the Destiny"—I didn't feel like I was rich. It's a one-time payment, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to get such a good role again. But when I first received my share of the earnings from the song "Calorie" that Yang Ge wrote for me on a music platform, I felt like I had really become rich. My monthly income was over 100,000 yuan, a number I never dared to imagine, and it was an income that could last for a long time.

I used to think talking about money was vulgar, but I later realized that it was my lack of money that was vulgar.

I don't care about the cost of taking the bus or subway anymore, and I don't worry about taxi fares either. If I don't feel like washing my hair or face, I just get a membership at a beauty salon. Once, Xiwei wasn't feeling well after dance practice, so I took her for a foot massage and traditional Chinese medicine treatments without hesitation. Seriously, I feel like I could just buy plane tickets for travel instead of taking those slow trains or buses. I really can't think of anything more enjoyable than being rich. Maybe I'm just too eager to be rich; I guess this is the mentality of someone who suddenly becomes rich from humble beginnings.
After becoming rich, Chaoyue is only thinking about these things?

No need to worry about taxi fares when going out, no heartache about buying beauty salon memberships, foot baths and physiotherapy when feeling unwell, no need to take buses or old-fashioned trains when traveling... Isn't this the life Ye Zi has had since birth?

I bet Zhou Ye would glance at it and ask in bewilderment, "What's so great about it? It's not even as great as delivering takeout."

Upon seeing this, Jiang Yang asked, "Chaoyue, you actually wrote about your life experiences in this?"

"Is not it?"

Yang Chaoyue asked, "Didn't the production team say that for every discovery, we have to connect it to our own lives and so on? The production team said we have to write three alternative proposals, so I wrote these."

The words say so.

But it can actually be made up.

As long as there are jokes, as long as they're funny, and they can generate discussion and bring viewers to the show, that's enough.

Whether it's true or false, who cares?

Jiang Yang could tell at a glance that what Chao Yue wrote was all based on Chao Yue's real experiences during this period.

That really touched my heart.

Jiang Yang didn't say much.

Because performances on variety shows can't be taught; they all depend on one's own performance.

Jiang Yang then looked at the third proposal written by Chao Yue.

As expected, it's related to money again.

[3: I've discovered that money can do anything.]

When I first started working, I idolized money because I needed it to eat and stay warm. Now that I have a higher income and can even appear on variety shows, I realize that money isn't everything, but it can do everything.

I've seen many people online say that rich people aren't necessarily happy, but if you have money, even if you're not happy, many people will try to make you happy. If you were the producer of a film, wouldn't the director and producer have to coax you?

Most importantly, it doesn't require spending too much time on interpersonal relationships.

I can simply spend money to make my mother stop working away from home and go back to our hometown to take care of my sister.

Once you have money and skills, all relationships will become smooth. If they don't, it's because you don't have enough money and skills.

I think those who aren't greedy for money simply haven't earned it themselves.

All my money is earned by my own hands. When I was poor, I even wished I could spend one dollar as if it were two dollars.

There's another reason why I admire money: it's because money is the only thing that's open to poor people like me, while power will never be.

Power never beckons to ordinary people, but thankfully money can be earned with one's own hands.
Jiang Yang's head was buzzing after reading it.

It is indeed very much in line with Yang Chaoyue's own experience. If he were to say it during the recording, he would most likely not have any stumbles and would speak very smoothly.

Yang Chaoyue stared intently at his phone screen, not blinking, both nervous and expectant: "How's it going, Brother Yang?" (End of Chapter)