The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 2: The entertainment industry? Even dogs can’t get involved!

The cool breeze ruffled the surface of the North Sea and blew the weeping willows on the shore. The white pagoda in the distance was reflected in the water, just like in the song.

Standing on the shore, Xu Jiuyang raised his hands high and wanted to shout: Work hard! Strive!
Oh no, it's lying down!

"I'm probably a disgrace to those who are reborn, right?" Xu Jiuyang thought gloomily. Today was the penultimate weekend of the 95 summer vacation, August 8th. A month after his rebirth, the only thing he had done was finish his summer homework.

There's no way. The scene of not finishing my summer homework because I had too much fun during my last summer vacation is still vivid in my mind.

God knows why the head teacher wanted to check the summer homework, and his father rarely sent him and his mother home. Oh no...

Take off your pants and crawl on the ground. Don't shout or move. If you shout or move, you will get extra points.

A knitting needle is something thin and long, and the area of ​​force it bears is inversely proportional to the pressure. Every time it is pulled, a clearly visible mark is left on the butt.

Hey, if someone else were reborn, even without a system, they'd have already made their first fortune by now, right? Even if they didn't know Dr. Ma's devious methods, they could at least get a piece of paper published in the media, gain some fame, or write a script that would catch the eye of a film studio.

Well, they have great luck and the watchful eye of the Supreme Being, but what about me? What do I have?
Xu Jiuyang glanced at his father who was chatting and laughing with his mother and some friends not far away. Oh, there was a feudal patriarch.

"Jiuyang, come here." Dad waved his hand at this time.

"What's wrong?" He walked over obediently.

"Now I'll give you a task. Go to the notice board, buy a map of the park, and then be our tour guide." Dad smiled and gave him ten dollars.

"Why?" Xu Jiuyang rolled his eyes secretly.

"It was you who suggested coming to Beihai Park, so of course you should be the tour guide." Dad said as a matter of course.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Xu Jiuyang replied perfunctorily.

I'm so stupid, really. I just thought that I had a "Tongtian" tattoo in my previous life and had never been to Beihai Park, so I suggested going there to make up for it, but I forgot that I'm only 13 years old now and need an adult to accompany me everywhere I go. Moreover, there are many company executives who bring their children to Beijing for summer vacation...

After briefly COSing Xianglin Sao, Xu Jiuyang immediately strolled leisurely along the shore. As for the tour guide and the like, he could wait and see. Resisting the tyranny of feudal patriarchs had to start with every little thing.

Having said that, after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but sigh.

My dad is a big shot in the community. He has been the leader of the kids since he was young. When he was young, he was even more... famous in the surrounding area. He had done some serious things... and even went to Beijing. Unfortunately, he came back without even seeing the door.

After that incident in the mid-70s, he worked his way up from the town supply and marketing cooperative to the section chief of the municipal grain bureau. In 90, he even brought in Japanese capital to make instant noodles. However, he was a self-righteous person who only cared about ability, so he was really impatient with personnel struggles. After repeated invitations from Uncle Kang, who was very polite and gracious, he went into business with him.

In the next ten years or so, he basically came back at the end of the year, and occasionally asked his mother to take him to the place where he was working on the project during the summer vacation.

Coupled with his face-conscious patriarchal style and his tendency to impose his regrets on his children, such as going to college, joining the army, etc., the relationship between father and son is quite tense.

In his previous life, Xu Jiuyang failed the college entrance examination. His father first forced him to repeat the year, and then forced him to join the army. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he borrowed 2000 yuan from everywhere and came to Beijing to become a migrant worker.

So, guess what, if someone told Dad that Uncle Kang would take advantage of the loophole of not signing the contract and demote him from a partner to an employee by the beginning of next year at the latest, would Dad kick that person or kick that person?

"You haven't even grown all your hair yet, and you're already talking nonsense." Xu Jiuyang could completely imagine what his father would say.

So, what can a 13-year-old do when faced with this super-strong father who constantly says "obey" and "this is for your own good"? "Look on the bright side, at least I'm young again." He raised his arms and tensed his muscles, feeling the beauty of youth.

Since there is no system after rebirth, there is no point in working hard. Isn’t it good to live an ordinary life that belongs to you?

If there was anything Xu Jiuyang learned from his previous life, it was to be content with what you have and how to face your own mediocrity.

The three generations of the Xu family are all good-looking. The grandparents who died early were both city dwellers before liberation, and they lived a good life in the provincial capital.

For some reasons, my father asked to go to the countryside when he was in his teens, which resulted in a slight height difference. However, he also had thick eyebrows and big eyes, comparable to a certain handsome boy named Tang.

My mother may be a little inferior, but she was still a famous beauty in town back then, otherwise she would not have been taken away by my father.

So, when it comes to Xu Jiuyang, both his appearance and height are top-notch.

However, when he plunged into the entertainment industry by becoming a print model, his journey was unexpectedly bumpy.

When he first arrived in Beijing in 00, he and a short guy from Jizhou were roommates in a basement on the Fourth Ring Road. The guy urged him to look for opportunities at the gate of Beijing Film Academy every day and even lent him about a hundred yuan.

Later, he felt uneasy, so he gave up the basement and rented a small ground-floor cubicle in Huairou.

The short guy is called Wang Baoqiang.

In 04, he auditioned for a small film crew, but was rejected because he was too handsome and all the actors in the crew looked weird.

The director thought he could try out the image of the international thief, but he felt the crew was small and full of troubles, so he just walked away.

The movie is called "Crazy Stone".

In 08, the small advertising company he signed with broke up, and his boss helped him get a supporting role in a spy drama. He practiced stuttering for a long time for this role. He had already received the script, but when filming was about to start, someone else took over.

This spy war drama is called "Lush".

In 10, he finally had a chance and entered the final round of auditions for a Qing Dynasty drama. However, he happened to meet a scheming Ling. Seeing that he had no connections... Although he didn't jump out of the car like a certain classmate Chen, he was still disgusted enough that the role naturally fell through.

This Qing Dynasty palace drama is called "The Legend of Zhen Huan".

In 14, the same thing happened again. When I was auditioning for a web drama, I was harassed near the end, so I simply switched to working behind the scenes.

This web drama is called "The Rise of Phoenixes".

Unexpectedly, when he moved behind the scenes, Internet capital began to take effect. Not only were the pay of first-line actors increasing, but the pay of second-, third-, fourth- and fifth-tier actors was also increasing.

At that time, he had already become depressed and had lost his ambition. He just stayed behind the scenes and eventually became a greasy uncle.

So, the entertainment industry? Even dogs don’t belong there!

(End of this chapter)