Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 115 If you're bad at cooking, practice more.

Li Nuo's smile froze: "Your name is Yang Chaozhong?"

“I am Yang Chaoya.”

"Speak Mandarin."

"My name is Yang Chaoyue." Yang Chaoyue took a tissue and wiped away the tears in his eyes.

It also gives you time to recover emotionally.

In front of Yang Ge, I can cry to my heart's content.

With Yang Ge not around, there's no one to protect me.

Don't show weakness.

"Then you signed the wrong name."

"Although I signed the wrong name, I didn't write down my ID number or bank card number either."

Li Nuo clutched the contract, suddenly unable to understand Yang Chaoyue's thought process.

It feels like a punch on cotton.

She flipped through the contract pages impatiently, making a rustling sound, and demanded, "You don't want to sign?"

"Do not want to."

"Then why are you crying? Don't you feel sorry for yourself?" Li Nuo asked impatiently, not knowing where things had gone wrong.

“I’m living such a good life now, what’s there to feel sorry for? I’m feeling sorry for Yang Ge.”

My father taught me from a young age to have a conscience.

My mother taught me to be grateful.

The grace of dripping water is reciprocated by the fountain.

Her indulgent whims made it impossible for her to easily turn away.

Ten thousand yuan is a lot, but it can't compare to the sense of security that Brother Yang gives me.

Yang Chaoyue's eyes reddened again: "If he hadn't signed me, but someone heartless... I feel sorry for him."

She added, "Although I don't have much of a conscience, if I had to sign this, I would sign Yang Chaozhong."

Li Nuo frowned: "Didn't you understand what I meant? Don't forget, he might have deducted 21.5 from your salary and given you 3.5."

"Yang Ge deducted so much but still gave me 3.5 yuan. He's so generous!"

"How could you be so stupid?" Li Nuo's neck muscles tensed.

"You just don't understand how good Yang-ge is."

The car was quiet for a few seconds.

Li Nuo took a short breath and suddenly slammed her pen on the center console, making a dull thud: "Have you been brainwashed by him?!"

Yang Chaoyue stopped paying attention to Li Nuo.

Anyway, I've already got Li Nuo's autograph, so I won't return it.

She got up, opened the car door, and got out.

As he stepped out of the Mercedes, he breathed a sigh of relief: "What a piece of junk! It's uncomfortable to sit in, and it's nowhere near as good as my boss's Corolla."

Close the car door.

Yang Chaoyue turned and left.

After crossing the street and entering the film and television base, he confirmed that Li Nuo could no longer see him.

His tense shoulders suddenly slumped.

Finally dropping the pretense, she muttered to herself, "It's so comfortable to ride in a luxury car. I'll work hard to earn money so that Brother Yang can buy one too and take me for a spin."

Sour grapes.

I secretly noted down the grape varieties so I could pick them myself later, save some for my family, and let others enjoy the sourness.

Others thought she had been brainwashed, but she knew exactly why she stayed.

Regardless of how much of his commission Jiang Yang took, he gave her a job and a home, so she didn't care about the money.

She preferred riding in his Corolla to the comfort of a Mercedes.

Li Nuo snapped out of her daze and looked at the three characters "Yang Chaozhong" written on the contract in her hand.

It's so glaringly obvious.

Yang Chaoyue actually didn't sign?
They don't even want opportunities to give money away.

Why!

Her mother had told her that in the entertainment industry, it's perfectly normal for employees to betray their bosses.

Logically speaking, the lower a person's cognitive level, the harder it is for them to resist temptation.

Even when Yang Chaoyue sat in the Mercedes, he felt so awkward that he didn't know where to put his feet. Why should he not take this free money?
The unspoken rules of betrayal in the entertainment industry failed when it came to Yang Chaoyue.

"Is Jiang Yang running a talent agency or a pyramid scheme? Look how much he's brainwashed Yang Chaoyue."

He glanced out the car window.

Upon realizing her distorted expression in the reflection, Li Nuo immediately lowered her head and composed herself.

My mother said that I shouldn't let the crew find out about my out-of-control emotions, as it would have a bad influence.

Fortunately, the car windows were tinted with privacy film, so other people couldn't see it.

……

In the lounge.

After comforting Hu Xianxu, Wang Jun finalized the role of Zhang Xiaoyu, with Jiang Yang as his preferred choice.

A polite and dignified exchange.

Jiang Yang received a QQ message from Yang Chaoyue.

These are three photos that were just taken.

A closer look reveals what's going on.
"Jiang Yang, I have no grievance in losing to you. Let's just consider this a friendship."

Hu Xianxu imitated an adult's way of speaking: "From the moment you got into character, I knew I had lost. You are the real Zhang Xiaoyu."

Of course he was unwilling to do so.

Like Zhao Jinmai, she was familiar with the intricacies of human relationships within the film crew.

He said he lost to Jiang Yang because of his acting skills, but in reality, he lost to Jiang Yang because of his salary.

Regarding his salary, he can lower it to 80.

Jiang Yang received zero payment.

It's like he has some serious brain disease.

These are things I can't say out loud.

Maintain appropriate decorum.

Jiang Yang laughed and said, "It was just luck. Xian Xu, your future development will definitely be better than mine. You played Xiao Jian in 'Xiao Jian's Choir,' Lin Bo in 'You Are My Concern,' young Yang Erlang in 'The Loyal Generals of the Yang Family,' and... you played all these roles very well."

At first, Hu Xianxu thought Jiang Yang was just being polite. But the more he listened, the more suspicious he became.

Upon hearing Jiang Yang mention ten of his film and television roles, Hu Xianxu's smile gradually faded.

The lips should neither slant nor tilt downwards, maintaining a natural lip line.

He felt Jiang Yang's sincerity.

I wanted to say that I had also watched some of Jiang Yang's movies and TV series, but I thought about it for a while.

I suddenly felt a little guilty.

Jiang Yang can recount every role he has played, but he can't even recall any of Jiang Yang's other works.

"Thank you, Jiang Yang."

Pause.

Hu Xianxu slightly lowered his chin, swallowed softly, and said slowly, "Thank you so much."

Let's exchange contact information and hang out sometime.

"it is good!"

Upon hearing the word "play," Hu Xianxu's eyes were glued to Jiang Yang.

Shedding the weariness of pretending to be an adult, the childlike innocence of this age reappears in their eyes: "I'll add you on WeChat."

"Ok."

Jiang Yang took out his phone and opened the WeChat QR code.

"No, Jiang Yang, this is WeChat. I don't have WeChat, I can only add you via WeChat chat."

What is WeChat?

Jiang Yang didn't understand Hu Xianxu's meaning until he saw Hu Xianxu take out the Little Genius phone watch.

The phone continued to vibrate slightly; Jiang Yang received a QQ message from Yang Chaoyue.

There are three photos.

The film shows Li Nuo in a Mercedes-Benz giving Yang Chaoyue a voluntary contract worth 10 yuan in exchange for the role of Rose.

Without needing an explanation, Jiang Yang understood Yang Chaoyue's intentions at a glance.

It was her silent stance.

Unreserved trust in oneself.

In this calculating circle, Yang Chaoyue's choice was almost luxuriously simple.

It's so straightforward that it makes the adults' convoluted reasoning seem ridiculous.

Jiang Yang sent a message: [“Sign up, silly girl.”]
[“I won’t sign. I’m your lapdog.”] Yang Chaoyue replied.

Jiang Yang was so startled that he quickly sent a message, worried that the following plot might not pass censorship: ["The term 'simp' isn't used like that."]
I think I've corrupted Yang Chaoyue.

During occasional chats, the term "simp" was mentioned, but without a detailed explanation.

Yang Chaoyue probably took it as a word to express loyalty, since in her mind, dogs are very loyal creatures.

Yang Chaoyue replied: [“Then let me put it more accurately.”]
The phone vibrates.

Yang Chaoyue sent another message.

It was a line from an anime I was watching on my tablet at the dinner table the day before yesterday: "Once a bad guy, always a bad guy."
……

The audition process that followed went surprisingly smoothly.

Yang Chaoyue did not feel that he performed very well, that he was not fully immersed in the role, and that he only portrayed the slow, heavy limbs and empty eyes of a person with depression.

Li Nuo also performed the same details.

Director Wang immediately decided that Yang Chaoyue would play the supporting role of Rose, and his reason for rejecting Li Nuo was very tactful.

It is emphasized that Li Nuo's temperament and style do not match the character's, and this is not a matter of ability.

At the same time, Li Nuo's basic abilities.

Even Yang Chaoyue could tell that this was a polite refusal.

The audition process seemed completely unnecessary.

Li Nuo mechanically smiled and said thank you, director, while the muscles in the corners of her eyes twitched slightly uncontrollably.

After leaving the audition room, my legs suddenly went weak. When I tried to lean against the wall, my hand slapped against it and then slowly slid down.

Finally, sitting in his own Mercedes, he silently shed tears.

No one cared about Li Nuo's emotions.

Countless similar incidents occur every day in the entertainment industry.

Jiang Yang only cared whether Yang Chaoyue could sign the contract on the spot; he was waiting to collect the money.

Unfortunately, Yang Chaoyue is a minor, so his guardian needs to sign the document.

Jiang Yang said he could be Yang Chaoyue's godfather and signed the agreement on the spot.

Director Wang rejected him with a strange look: "I would like you to sign it to save trouble, but the Civil Code stipulates that minors are persons with limited civil capacity and must be signed by their guardians."

Wang Jun specifically emphasized: "It can't be a godfather's signature; it must be Yang Chaoyue's father's."

This is easily solved.

Just have Yang Chaoyue's father come to Shanghai.

The production team can cover the travel expenses. After all, Jiang Yang is playing Zhang Xiaoyu, saving a million yuan in salary, so they don't need to worry about that little bit of money.

The contract specifies the scope of travel expense reimbursement. Travel itineraries should be reported in advance, original receipts should be kept, and reimbursement will be processed after review by the production department.

Even after returning to Fuli Residential Area at 10 p.m., lying in bed, Yang Chaoyue still couldn't believe that he had won the role of Rose so easily.

Suddenly, I sat up and rummaged through my bag for my contract, the paper making a rustling sound as it was being rubbed together.

I used a desk lamp to examine each clause of the contract repeatedly.

I lay back in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. My fingers unconsciously fiddled with the buttons on my pajamas, pulling out long loose threads.

I always felt that things were going more smoothly than I had imagined, to the point that I felt unworthy and uneasy.

Yang Ge won the role of Zhang Xiaoyu thanks to his superb acting skills.

I'm definitely not one of them.

Yang Chaoyue was certain that he hadn't acted well.

After the performance, she asked Jiang Yang how she had done.

Jiang Yang only gave an eight-word answer.

The first four characters are: "So bad you'd pick your feet."

The last four characters are: "If you're bad, practice more."

It's obvious that Li Nuo's acting was better.

But I still managed to get the role myself.

Always feel something is not right.

She took out her phone and texted Jiang Yang: "Brother Yang, are you asleep?"
(End of this chapter)