Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 139 Yang Ge's Company is Hiring New People
The assistant director glanced at the words Jiang Yang had added to the clapperboard, understood Jiang Yang's meaning, and nodded and smiled at Jiang Yang.

Normally, only the scenes featuring the lead actor can be considered finished.

Because he has enough screen time.

Furthermore, the contract will clearly specify the rights and interests related to the wrap-up ceremony, including the specifications for press releases and the requirement for the center position in group photos.

The wrap-up of supporting roles, especially those with very few scenes like Yang Chaoyue, does not contribute to the promotion of the show.

No one would care about an unknown actor playing a minor supporting role.

Don't even think about stopping work to celebrate; every second is a money-burning affair.

However, since Jiang Yang had already done this, the assistant director gave him face: "Everyone, cheer up, this is Chaoyue's last scene."

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue looked up at Jiang Yang and realized that this was a sense of ritual that Jiang Yang had created for him.

He didn't care about Christmas, had no interest in Christmas Eve, but studied hard on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.

These holidays, which are very ritualistic for young people in big cities, hold no interest for me.

I loved holidays when I was a child.

Schools are closed for holidays.

After starting work, I became numb to holidays.

It's not that I don't like holidays, it's just that I'm afraid to like them.
If I really get a holiday, I'll most likely lose my job and income, which will cause me to panic.

For wealthy people in first-tier cities, holidays are like bubbles in red wine, but for working-class people like themselves, they're just steam from instant noodles.

It was only at this moment that Yang Chaoyue realized that he did not disregard the sense of ritual, but simply did not care about holidays.

Even as a minor supporting character, my first and only scene as a character is still taken seriously.

Even supporting characters can have their own special close-up shots in their lives.

The script supervisor began clapping the clapperboard: "A Little Reunion, Scene 21, 3 shots, 3 takes, Action!"

Yang Chaoyue quickly got into the zone.

Just like before, she pretended to be doing her homework with her head down, her textbook tilted to reveal half of her face, and her toes unconsciously turned towards Jiang Yang, who was being scolded.

He craned his neck toward Jiang Yang on the podium and rolled his eyes.

Hidden behind the textbook, her lips were pursed into a thin line as she suppressed a laugh.

Draw a simple crying face on a piece of paper and secretly show it to your classmates.

When the teacher suddenly turned around, Yang Chaoyue instantly turned serious as he copied the blackboard notes, his fingers still in the middle finger position.

"Okay, click! Passed!"

Jiang Yang suddenly grabbed a set of prepared fireworks from the doorway, which exploded with a bang: "Congratulations on wrapping up filming for Chaoyue!! Tonight's barbecue is on everyone, beer and skewers galore!!"

Jiang Yang didn't prepare flowers or a cake; those were for the lead actors' wrap-up ceremony, and he couldn't break the rules.

The cameramen, lighting technicians, script supervisors, other supporting actors, and assistant directors on set were stunned for a moment.

I suddenly realized what was happening.

They clapped and cheered in unison, their faces beaming with smiles: "Congratulations on wrapping up filming for Chaoyue!!"

Upon hearing the sound of fireworks, her pupils dilated suddenly, and her gaze quickly focused on Jiang Yang, as if she had been blinded by a flash of light.

Startled, he shrugged his shoulders.

Only after hearing Jiang Yang shout did he understand what was going on.

Listening to the cheers of the staff and seeing their smiling faces, Yang Chaoyue unconsciously gripped the edge of the table, stunned for a few seconds, at a loss for what to do.

Hearing Jiang Yang shout his name loudly, he suddenly felt that the three characters Yang Chaoyue suddenly had a weight beyond the strokes of a pen.

After calming down, she joined in the applause and looked gratefully at the crew.

Regardless of whether it's genuine or not.

Even if it was just a polite gesture, it was only to give Jiang Yang face.

She was also very grateful.

He grinned, wanting to say thank you everyone.

The word "thank you" had barely left his lips when he let out a breathy sound, followed by a choked sob.

Like a child, quickly rub your nose with your sleeve.

Realizing it was a costume and he couldn't get it dirty, he quickly pulled out a tissue from his pocket and wiped away the snot that was flowing from his nose.

He bowed to each of the staff members and expressed his gratitude loudly.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yang noticed changes to the system page.

Two more small flower binding fields have been added.

Having figured out the system's patterns, Yang Chaoyue's Xiaohua binding slots would increase every time he finished playing a character.

While it's slow to extract attributes from Yang Chaoyue, the advantage is that you can unlock the Little Flower binding slot through him, something Zhao Jinmai can't do.

Yang Chaoyue's wrap-up ceremony lasted only one minute.

Jiang Yang did not prepare flowers or a cake, and he would not allow the crew and other supporting actors to take a group photo with Yang Chaoyue in the center position.

That was a wrap-up ceremony for the lead actors; I couldn't break the rules.

The ceremony ended, and filming resumed.

Yang Chaoyue didn't leave. She moved a plastic stool and sat down in a corner behind the assistant director.

Silently watching Jiang Yang's performance on the monitor.

Sit there all day.

When the daylight faded, they used artificial lighting to create a daytime scene, and the shoot continued until 10 p.m.

Jiang Yang treated all the crew members from the film set to a meal at a food stall, then pulled Yang Chaoyue toward the hotel: "Stop looking, it's no use being greedy. Other people aren't actors, they don't need to pay attention to their figure. You can't do that. Your acting career has only just begun. I'm counting on you to make more money for me in the future."

No matter how much Yang Chaoyue craved food, Jiang Yang wouldn't let him eat.

He returned to his room and packed his luggage.

The leave I requested under the pretext of taking an exam starts tomorrow. The film crew has set a time limit for my room, and I need to check out tomorrow morning.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Yang Chaoyue, wearing the Versace fur-trimmed coat, stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, and said weakly, "Brother Yang, I'm not feeling well."

After saying that, he stepped into Jiang Yang's room.

Stepping onto the dark blue geometric patterned synthetic fiber carpet, she took off her fur coat and lay back on the large bed in Jiang Yang's room.

The Simmons mattress has a mite-proof protective cover on the surface, which is very soft and makes it especially comfortable to lie on: "My stomach is uncomfortable."

"Where do you feel unwell?"

"stomachache."

Jiang Yang walked to the bedside and squinted.

Although he didn't manage to pull off any acting skills, it was obvious at a glance that Yang Chaoyue was faking it: "Let me check for you."

He raised his hand and placed it on Yang Chaoyue's stomach, gently stroking it: "Can you feel anything when I touch your stomach?"

"I felt someone touching my stomach."

Do you have cramps?

"My feet don't hurt."

"Nothing's wrong, stop acting, you should be more careful."

"Snacks? Where are the snacks? I want to eat snacks."

Yang Chaoyue immediately stood up: "Is it in your room's refrigerator?"

Without letting Yang Chaoyue open the refrigerator, he wrapped the fur coat around her and kicked her out: "Pack your bags, we're leaving for Linchuan tomorrow morning."

I don't know why, but I get especially hungry at night.

In the end, I resisted the urge to order takeout.

You can play around and joke with Yang Ge, but you still have to listen to what he says.

When I left, Jiang Yang was sitting at his mahogany desk, examining an agreement, flipping through it page by page.

Yang Chaoyue didn't rush back to his room, but curiously leaned over and asked, "A new announcement agreement?"

"You just finished filming, we can't let you join the crew so soon. This is a recruitment agreement."

Recruitment Agreement!

Yang Chaoyue's smile faded, and his eyelids twitched slightly.

Suddenly, I remembered that when I first met Brother Yang, I got the job through a job posting with curled edges at the factory gate.

Jiang Yang continued, "I've already spoken with the university's career guidance department, and we can recruit new employees for the company on campus. That's when I remembered, I was just about to tell you about it."

Jiang Yang handed the agreement to Yang Chaoyue: "Take a close look at it tonight."

Jiang Yang handed the agreement to Yang Chaoyue and went into the restroom.

The title clearly reads "University-Enterprise Talent Cooperation Agreement".

Accompanying brokerage business license.

The selection criteria are design majors, no failing grades, emphasis on demeanor, and preference will be given to those with modeling experience.

Yang Chaoyue's pupils contracted, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Slight sagging, forced control.

Unconsciously, he pinched the seam of his pants, his knuckles turning white.

Suddenly, he took a short, sharp breath and choked on his own saliva.

The contents of the agreement are very complex and cannot be understood in a short time.

Yang Chaoyue had only one thought in his mind: had he failed to demonstrate value to Brother Yang and was he going to be replaced?

If I lose such a good job, I may never find it again in my life.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Yang Chaoyue's mind.

She went through all the moments she had spent with Jiang Yang over the past two months.

It must be my own problem.

Where did I go wrong?

I learn things slowly, sometimes I can't think straight and I even argue with my boss.

I'm too stupid.

If it were anyone else, they would understand Yang Ge's words immediately.

Stupid brain, stupid brain, stupid brain.

Every word on the contract was like a razor blade, slicing through the sense of security she had painstakingly built up.

The righteous indignation when arguing back now turns into a slap in the face.

The smell of textile machine oil wafts up from my memory.

I'm afraid of seeing cotton lint that I can't sweep away.

I dare not touch the chiffon dress hanging in my rented apartment in the luxurious Fuli residential area of ​​Shanghai.

I'm even more afraid to see my father's hunched back and the red ribbon I wrote on the prayer tree in our hometown.

"By the way, Chaoyue, you've been promoted. Your base salary will increase by 2000 each month. From now on, you'll be the company's Human Resources Manager." Jiang Yang's voice rang out from the restroom.

"What...what?" Yang Chaoyue suddenly looked up towards the bathroom, his lips trembling, his voice trembling.

The smart toilet started making a flushing sound.

Jiang Yang washed his hands in front of the artificial stone counter and muttered, "Chao Yue, the toilet in this suite is so smart, it can even wash your butt with hot water. It's the same as the hotel suite the crew booked for Mai Mai in Shanghai. Why don't you come and try it and see how embarrassing it is... Hey, Chao Yue, why are you crying?"

Jiang Yang came out, shaking off the water droplets. He met Yang Chaoyue's reddened eyes, paused, and frowned, saying, "I just didn't let you eat late-night snacks. You don't have to be this hungry."

Jiang Yang's furrowed brows relaxed, his shoulders slumped, and he took out his phone: "Oh well, it's all wrapped up anyway, there won't be any other announcements this year. So what if you gain weight? If you get sick from cravings, I'll have to spend money to treat you. How about I order you some takeout? What do you want to eat?"

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue's gaze suddenly froze, her breathing paused slightly, and her fingers gripping the agreement stiffened.

I was stunned for two seconds.

With a deep breath, she relaxed her shoulders, a smile slowly spreading across her face, and her anxious gaze softened.
I want to eat braised pork knuckle rice.
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ps: Ask for monthly ticket
(End of this chapter)