Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 128 I want to too!
Take the elevator upstairs.

I entered the rented room.

Jiang Yang turned on the air conditioner and went straight to the bathroom.

Feeling itchy, having not washed his hair for several days, Yang Chaoyue found the air in his hometown had a strong salty smell, and since he hadn't spent much time there, he wasn't used to it. He decided to wash his hair to calm down.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Yang Chaoyue put the local specialties he brought from his hometown, such as salted dried fish, drunken mud snails, and Funing rice cakes, into the refrigerator.

Just as she was about to go to the kitchen to make dinner, she remembered what Jiang Yang had said when she was half asleep in the car earlier.

Zhao Jinmai prepared dinner for herself and Yang Ge.

All of them were hearty dishes.

"By the way, Yang-ge, what's a 'hard dish'?" Yang Chaoyue asked. "A very substantial dish?"

Amidst the rushing water in the bathroom, Jiang Yang responded: "Hard dishes are a term from the North, meaning signature dishes."

"Oh oh."

Yang Chaoyue sat on the sofa and pondered for a moment.

The essence of networking is the exchange of benefits.

I can take care of Yang Ge's life, and I can give Yang Ge a commission from the jobs I take on, which will bring Yang Ge both convenience in his life and financial benefits.

It has value for Yang Ge.

Only then was Yang Ge willing to help him.

Developing Zhao Jinmai into one's network would be beneficial for gaining access to high-quality resources, learning from her acting experience, integrating into the core circle of directors, producers, and screenwriters, and staying informed about industry trends.

This is all Yang Chaoyue can think of right now.

Yang Ge is my benefactor, allowing me to temporarily hide in Yang Ge's shadow and grow up.

The brighter the path you're led along, the more terrifying the darkness becomes when you're alone.

Yang Ge can't be by my side to take care of me every moment.

It is essential to cultivate the ability to face everything independently.

I don't know what value I can bring to Zhao Jinmai right now.

The other person has more experience in the industry, better material conditions, and more experience in the performing arts than I do.

Let's start with the emotions.

In Yang Ge's words, it's about providing emotional value.

When you see the delicious dish Zhao Jinmai has prepared for you, you should praise her enthusiastically.

Just like praising Huang Lei's cooking skills.

I took out my phone and searched for Northeastern Chinese hearty dishes.

Remembering that Zhao Jinmai is from Shenyang, I narrowed down the search and searched for "Shenyang hearty dishes".

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and sour pork; savory and delicious braised pork belly; pickled cabbage, pork belly and blood sausage dipped in garlic and soy sauce; and chicken stew with mushrooms for soaking rice in soup... these are all signature dishes of Shenyang.

The name of this dish is so unfamiliar.

I have never tasted it, nor have I ever seen it.

Remember the textures, flavors, and color characteristics of these dishes, and prepare your compliments in advance.

Very unaccustomed.

But we must adapt.

They adapted to the point that the compliments they had memorized became their own language.

Ultimately, pleasing others becomes an instinct, and eventually even one can no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Coming from a rural area, unable to rely on her parents, and without any relatives in the entertainment industry, she was extremely lucky to have met a benefactor like Brother Yang who brought her into the industry.

From now on, no one will help me.

We must rely on ourselves.

Praising others against one's conscience and providing them with emotional value—this was the first mask Yang Ge had to wear after bringing him into this circle.

When we achieve glory in the future, we'll pick up the face and dignity we've lost.

Oh, and it would be best to prepare a small gift for Zhao Jinmai.

"Super Leap!" Jiang Yang's voice rang out from the bathroom.

"Hey, I'm here, Yang-ge!"

Yang Chaoyue immediately put away his phone and stood up: "Sweeping, right? I'll sweep now, and mop the floor too..."

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang, whose hair was wet from the hot water in the bathroom, yelped.

After returning from a trip to my hometown of Yancheng, I became more proactive in my work.

In the past, it sometimes took several calls before Yang Chaoyue would push open the door and come out of the room.

Now, if you call out to him casually, Yang Chaoyue will respond enthusiastically.

Their voices were full of energy.

They seemed afraid of not having any work to do.

"Go buy a bottle of shampoo and come back..."

The Head & Shoulders shampoo bottle in Jiang Yang's hand was slightly dented from being squeezed, and the pump made a clicking sound.

Give it a hard shake.

Only a tiny amount of shampoo, about the size of a fingernail, leaked out.

It's simply not enough.

Jiang Yang took a closer look at the bottle and suddenly changed his mind: "Wait a minute, Chaoyue, this shampoo is not right."

Yang Chaoyue peeked out from the living room.

Upon finding Jiang Yang in the bathroom, fully clothed, she walked over in her slippers and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Yang?"

Jiang Yang stared intently at the packaging, took a deep breath, and was deeply impressed.

White bottle with blue lettering.

The front is printed with the words "Head & Shoulders".

The back has an ingredient list, capacity, and shelf life label, and it looks very professional.

"Did you buy this bottle of Head & Shoulders from a physical store?" Jiang Yang asked.

"No, I bought it online."

Yang Chaoyue told the truth: "A new shopping app called Pinduoduo has recently come out. It has a high cost-performance ratio. With the coupon, this bottle of Head & Shoulders only cost 2 yuan."

Bought it on Pinduoduo?

Jiang Yang suddenly realized what was going on and understood.

That's normal.

Pinduoduo initially relied on viral marketing, price suppression, and billions in subsidies to seize the lower-tier market, resulting in a large number of counterfeit goods: "Were the goods shipped from Guangxi?"

"How did you know? Did you check the logistics information?"

"Why even bother checking the logistics information? The brand name itself has a Guangxi accent."

Jiang Yang showed Yang Chaoyue the brand name on the bottle: "What Head & Shoulders... It's been two months, this is just sea dust!"

When Jiang Yang uttered the three words "Hai Hui Xi," he realized that he had been illiterate for two months.

Yang Chaoyue took a closer look and was greatly shocked.

The packaging of counterfeit goods is even more realistic than that of genuine products.

I feel like I've been tricked.

The counterfeit goods shipped from Guangxi even had a Guangxi accent.

"Brother Yang, is it too late to return it now?"

"Forget it, we've already used it all up. It's like we can't afford counterfeit products. Go outside and buy a bottle."

"Okay."

After Yang Chaoyue left, Jiang Yang suddenly remembered something.

I remember last week, Yang Chaoyue bought a case of Sprite.

I drank half of it. There are still a few bottles left in the refrigerator.

I didn't think much while drinking it. I watched TV series on a tablet with Yang Chaoyue, and chugdredged up the bottle caps and poured the drinks into my mouth.

Open the refrigerator.

Take out a bottle of Sprite and carefully examine the brand name.

Jiang Yang's lower eyelids trembled slightly in shock: "No wonder the Sprite I've been drinking lately has been less fizzy, this is freaking rubbish!"

"What kind of person did I hire as a nanny?"

Rebi is a trademark of Coca-Cola, and there are no products associated with it.

Therefore, all Leibi beverages currently on the market are counterfeit products.

They use sea ash to wash their hair and drink Leibi beverages, perfectly introducing them to the lower-tier market through Yang Chaoyue.

They've really found a way to save money!

Having visited Yang Chaoyue's home, I can understand his thoughts.

I was terrified of being poor in the past, so I stocked up on a cabinet full of expired food that I couldn't bear to throw away. Even if I didn't eat it, it gave me a sense of security.

Even after their income increased, their habit of saving money remained unchanged.

For the wealthy, downgrading consumption is a lesson they need to learn; for the poor, it's a survival instinct, not a lesson.

I always consider the price-performance ratio when buying things.

"Fortunately, I haven't had any Coca-Cola or Yue Li Yue biscuits yet."

Jiang Yang sat in the living room, browsing news while waiting for Yang Chaoyue to return.

Suddenly, I received a message on my phone from Zhao Jinmai: [“It’s already 6:30, and it’s pitch black. If you two don’t come soon, I’m going to get really angry. You have to keep your word.”]
He's a good student in front of the camera.

She was a well-behaved girl in her mother's eyes.

With no cameras around and his mother not by his side, Jiang Yang could clearly sense that Zhao Jinmai was becoming increasingly irritable.

Jiang Yang thought he could try to discipline the child.

If you're always this irritable when you're together in the future, it will be hard for me to appease you.

They're too young; if we appease them, we can't train them, so it's not worth it.

Jiang Yang replied slowly: ["What's the rush? When you grow up, your parents won't be able to control you anymore. If you can't control your temper, and your parents ask you, 'You have such a bad temper, who will spoil you in the future?' What will you say then?"]
Zhao Jinmai replied instantly: [“My partner spoils me!”]
Jiang Yang then sent a message: "[If your boyfriend asks you who spoiled you and gave you such a bad temper, what would you say?]"

Zhao Jinmai replied instantly: [“Spoiled by Mom and Dad!”]
Finished.

The training failed.

Teenagers are completely unruly, especially Zhao Jinmai, who has been severely suppressed.

Being willing to show this side of yourself is a sign of self-respect.

Jiang Yang sent a message: ["I'll definitely be there within an hour. How's the main course preparation going?"]
Zhao Jinmai replied: [“Six main dishes, all arranged perfectly for the two of you, hurry up and come on over.”]
after an hour.

Jiangyang's Corolla drove into the entrance ramp of the Four Seasons Hotel parking lot in Songjiang District.

The lanes are divided into two, and the ceiling is decorated with black and white photographs of the old town of Songjiang.

It looks a lot like the underground parking lot of Wanda Mall.

After finally finding an empty seat, Yang Chaoyue got out of the car as soon as it came to a complete stop: "Brother Yang, I know where the elevator is."

"Have you been here before?"

"This is my first time here, but I can read the road signs now."

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Lead the way."

The last time I took Yang Chaoyue to Wanda Mall, he was on the phone with Director Tang from Canxing, and Yang Chaoyue left on his own.

At that time, Yang Chaoyue couldn't find the elevator.

They don't even know what B1 floor means.

Finally, I left through the parking lot entrance in a daze.

I'm much more used to it now.

Yang Chaoyue looked around and found the sign leading to the elevator.

I also saw a red Cayenne in the rear of the car opposite, and a BMW Z4 coming from the next lane.

I didn't even glance at it.

The look in his eyes no longer held the undisguised amazement and longing he had when they first met.

Yang Chaoyue knew very well that he couldn't afford this kind of car.

It's a car that someone of my social class can't afford.

Seeing too much makes one's self-esteem numb, like a cocoon forming.

As he approached the elevator, Yang Chaoyue slowed his pace and looked at the five parking spaces against the wall.

Unlike regular parking spaces.

The space is spacious, with dark gray epoxy resin flooring and gold dividing lines.

There was a Lamborghini and a 911 parked there, and the remaining four parking spaces were empty.

The parking lot was crowded at the back, but no one parked in these four spots.

Yang Chaoyue realized something: "Brother Yang, is there anything special about these five parking spaces?"

"VIP parking spaces are only available to hotel guests with a monthly spending of 5 yuan or more, or to members of a contracted hotel group."

"5 million..."

Yang Chaoyue's eye twitched slightly.

5 yuan is the amount of money I could save by not eating or drinking for a year while working in the textile factory.

When ordinary people buy a car, they are still calculating the cost of fuel, but for wealthy people in Shanghai, parking fees can reach 5 yuan a month.

Beyond comprehension.

I have come to see the diversity of the world.

This is only Songjiang District; I've heard that the cost of living is even higher in Pudong.

"Would you like to have a parking space like this in the future?" Jiang Yang asked casually.

"Do not want to."

Without a second thought, Yang Chaoyue firmly shook his head and said, "Who would waste that money? I don't want to at all."

Jiang Yang continued, "When your salary reaches one million yuan, the production team will provide you with a better working environment to ensure that the actor can devote himself to the filming work. For example, a luxury hotel suite, or a VIP parking space that costs 5 yuan a month."

He added, "If Zhao Jinmai is willing, the production team will provide her with a parking space like this during filming after 'A Little Reunion' begins."

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue's pupils dilated.

Slow down your pace, shift your weight forward, lower your feet, and point your toes toward the VIP parking space.

A million-dollar salary...being valued by the production crew...VIP parking space...

The elevator has arrived.

Jiang Yang stepped inside.

Yang Chaoyue followed.

He turned to face the outside of the elevator, his gaze fixed on the row of VIP parking spaces.

Suddenly I realized something.

These VIP parking spaces, costing 5 yuan a month, are not about buying convenient parking.

Rather, it's about status, achievements, and treatment within the industry.

I don't have access to these things myself, so I can only see the surface-level 5 yuan rent.

If Yang Ge hadn't explained it to me, I would have really thought that rich people were just fools with money to burn.

It turns out I didn't even understand the meaning of parking.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, her toes gradually curled up.

I remembered the question Jiang Yang had just asked me.

Would you like to have a parking space like this in the future?

Yang Chaoyue's lips trembled, his throat bobbed, and he said in a breathy voice that only he could hear, "I want to too."

(End of this chapter)