Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 136 Don't you trust me? It'll be absolutely a secret.
As the sun rises higher, the temperature no longer drops to the point where your breath turns to frost as it did in the morning.

Director Wang Jun, producer Xu Xiaoou, and screenwriter He Qin arrived at the scene in Huang Lei's business vehicle.

The actors arrived one after another.

The press seats were full.

After the interview process, the auspicious time for the worship ceremony will begin.

Xu Xiaoou led the way by offering incense, followed by Wang Jun, then the lead actors and supporting actors, who all offered incense in turn.

Then comes the standard procedure for the opening ceremony of each film crew.

The host introduced the project, and Wang Jun explained the creative concept, telling the story of an educational anxiety that focuses on three families.

Yang Chaoyue sat in the audience, watching Zhao Jinmai and Zhang Zifeng go on stage one after another to talk about their understanding of the roles they played.

He maintained a standard smile on his face and clapped occasionally.

I glanced at the media reporters behind me, their cameras and microphones flashing, listening to their sharp questions.

Yang Chaoyue secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, I wasn't on stage; otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have been able to handle these problems with my own brain.

I also envy them.

If I could be on stage, it would mean I've become a lead actor, have higher exposure, and earn more money. Otherwise, once the other lead actors and crew members arrive, no reporters would be willing to interview me.

At the same time, stay awake.

I'm better off than the extras now. Many of the extras in this film and television series don't even have the qualifications to attend the press conference for the start of filming.

"Brother Yang, it'll be your turn to go on stage soon." Yang Chaoyue glanced at Jiang Yang beside him and noticed that Jiang Yang wasn't looking at the stage, but was frowning and staring at the ground.

The phone screen displays a page indicating that the game has failed.

The veins on his temples bulged, as if he had something on his mind.

Yang Chaoyue asked, "Yang-ge, what's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

"Kind of."

Jiang Yang said dejectedly, "Just now in the game, I encountered a troll with a higher rank who made me feel depressed."

After Zhao Jinmai finished explaining her understanding of the character on stage, she saw Hu Lin waving at her from a corner.

She stepped over and said, "Mom, I'm going to sit with Yang Ge for a while and chat with them."

"Go ahead, and by the way, MaiMai, remember..."

"Remember what?" Zhao Jinmai stopped in her tracks.

Hu Lin was about to say that we should remember to speak Mandarin and not reveal our Northeastern accent in front of outsiders.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back down.

In the end, he didn't say it.

My daughter has grown up and has her own thoughts. She keeps her worries to herself and doesn't want to tell me.

Perhaps his contact with Jiang Yang was a deliberate attempt to build his network of connections.

I can't keep an eye on my daughter forever.

Letting go little by little might be the best way to protect your daughter.

"Remember to be happy," Hu Lin said with a smile.

"Okay, Mom, you have no idea how much fun I have with Yang. He's so open and honest, he never talks nonsense with me."

When Jiangyang was mentioned, Zhao Jinmai looked up and smiled, her laughter slightly breathy.

It's not just a fake smile that shows only the upper teeth; the gums are also showing.

The neck has a graceful, relaxed shape.

A state of complete relaxation with no defenses.

A genuine, happy, and sincere laugh.

Hu Lin almost instinctively wanted to remind Zhao Jinmai to watch her smile, but after realizing what she meant, she quickly controlled herself and changed her words to, "Go ahead, daughter."

Done.

Her tone lowered slightly, but she still maintained a smile: "Go ahead."

The phrase "You should go" has changed to "Go ahead."

Avoiding her daughter's gaze.

Her toes lightly brushed the ground, her shoulders hunched inward, a sense of loss washing over her. She had placed countless demands on her daughter since she was little, always hoping she would be considerate of others' feelings, but she had consistently neglected her own.

As a referee in international competitions, I judge the participants fairly and impartially.

At this moment, I gave myself a failing grade on the test of maternal love.

My self-assessment of my role as a mother has always been somewhat biased.

As teachers, our duty is to educate and nurture students.

She failed to teach herself how to be a mother.

During this time, my daughter taught me a lesson, showing me how to be a good mother.

"I taught her how to win the world, but I forgot to teach her how to be happy."

……

On stage, screenwriter He Qin's speech was about to end, and Jiang Yang was next.

Jiang Yang stood up and was about to walk to the side of the stage when Zhao Jinmai plopped down next to him: "Jiang Yang, where are you going?"

"It's my turn to speak, but I didn't hear the host announce my turn."

"Your tone is off; you must have gotten crushed in the game!"

Zhao Jinmai stretched out her hand: "Can I borrow your phone for a while?"

Jiang Yang showed no intention of handing over the phone: "What did you just call me?"

"Brother Yang!"

Jiang Yang then handed the phone to Zhao Jinmai.

As Jiang Yang took the stage, he began to share his understanding of the role he was playing, and also thanked the director, the screenwriter, and the art director Huang Lei for recommending him for the role.

Zhao Jinmai was already tired of hearing those platitudes.

He turned his head to look at Yang Chaoyue and found that Yang Chaoyue was sitting up straight, staring intently at Jiang Yang.

Her eyes were sparkling.

They clapped enthusiastically every now and then.

"Sister Chaoyue, do you really think that what Brother Yang said came from the bottom of his heart?" Noticing that cameras might be filming at any moment and a microphone might be placed over at any time, Zhao Jinmai switched from speaking Northeastern dialect to Mandarin.

"Isn't that right?" Yang Chaoyue looked over.

"It's all just polite talk. Adults are like that. You praise me, I praise you, and we just keep each other's face."

"Actually, I know."

"Then why are you listening so attentively?"

Yang Chaoyue shrank back and whispered, "I'm Yang Ge's employee. I'm afraid if I don't support him, he'll dock my pay."

"A cunning capitalist, he is exploiting you."

"No, Yang is very good to me."

“What’s so good about it? Let me tell you, when you were interviewed before, he told me a lot of things about you, which made me laugh so hard.”

Zhao Jinmai stood up, stepped over a seat, and sat in Jiang Yang's original spot.

Seeing Yang Chaoyue turn to listen, she said with great enthusiasm, "I promised him I would keep it a secret and only tell one person at most. Telling you now doesn't mean I'm breaking my promise."

Immediately.

Zhao Jinmai relayed to Yang Chaoyue the things Jiang Yang had privately complained about earlier.

It can't be said to be exactly the same; it's more like embellishment.

Hearing this, Yang Chaoyue bit his cheek repeatedly: "Brother Yang is too mean. He even said that my essay was bad. Do you think his writing skills are any better?"

"Any information?"

Zhao Jinmai's eyes lit up when she saw Yang Chaoyue take out his phone.

Yang Chaoyue opened his personal photo album.

I found a private album titled 'Yang Ge's Dark History'.

enter password.

"By the way, MaiMai, you can't tell anyone about this."

"Don't you trust me? I'll keep it absolutely secret!"

(End of this chapter)