Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 143 The Evil Capitalist

Chapter 143 The Evil Capitalist
The music playing on the car speakers paused instantly.

Fortunately, just after exiting the overpass, Jiang Yang stepped on the brakes, turned on the hazard lights, and came to a steady stop on the side of the road.

Yang Chaoyue was about to ask Zhao Jinmai what was wrong, but before he could speak, he met Jiang Yang's gaze and silently shut his mouth, handing Jiang Yang a few tissues.

Jiang Yang reached out and gently patted Zhao Jinmai's back: "It's okay, Mai Mai, you did nothing wrong... If you feel sad, just cry it out. Even if there are cameras filming, Chao Yue and I will cover for you. It's not shameful."

Zhao Jinmai initially just bit her lip to suppress her sobs.

He gradually started crying and shouting, his voice becoming hoarse.

The sound gradually subsided, the emotions calmed down, and tears flowed silently.

After a few seconds of calm, she suddenly sobbed violently, her eyes vacant and numb.

Yang Chaoyue bought a bag of steaming hot buns. Instead of opening the passenger door, he gently knocked on the window: "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I'm hungry."

"Let's get out and eat, it's stuffy in the car."

Pushing open the car door, Zhao Jinmai sat on the curb, took a big bite of the meat bun, and quickly let go, exhaling as it was scalding hot.

Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue sat quietly beside her, keeping a close eye on Zhao Jinmai's emotions.

Jiang Yang occasionally said, "Eat slowly. Chaoyue is looking at it and it's making her mouth water. She has to control her figure. If I don't let her eat, she'll curse me behind my back."

Zhao Jinmai replied, "Those evil capitalists."

I ate three meat buns in a row and slurped down a bowl of soy milk.

Zhao Jinmai's emotions finally calmed down.

He just opened his mouth to say something.

Before she could finish speaking, the urge to cry surged up again.

She glanced up at Jiang Yang, then turned her head away to avoid his gaze.

Looking into the distance, she lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers, suppressing the urge to cry. She took a deep breath, shook her head with a wry smile, and, steadying her voice, began to speak earnestly in Mandarin:

"I just feel that I'm becoming more and more immature. If I grow up and have a child like me, I'll be very disappointed."

She exhaled, her shoulders slumped, and her eyes reddened as she looked up at Jiang Yang: "Brother Yang, you must have been very sensible when you were little, right?"

"You are a good judge of people."

Jiang Yang grinned and gently patted Zhao Jinmai's hand as he spoke: "You're not as sensible now that you're grown up. You're not as well-behaved as you were when you were a child."

He handed Zhao Jinmai a tissue.

Zhao Jinmai took it and wiped her eyes: "How were you so sensible when you were little?"

Yang Chaoyue blinked and turned his head to look at him.

I rarely hear Yang talk about his childhood.

The image of Yang Ge as someone who says one thing to your face and another behind your back is deeply ingrained in my mind. It's hard to imagine that Yang Ge was actually a sensible child when he was young.

Did something unfortunate happen?

Yang Chaoyue pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

Jiang Yang blinked more slowly, reminiscing about the past:

“I’ve always been a sensible child. When I was little, my family was poor, and I understood how hard it was for my parents. Even if I saw my favorite toy at a street stall, I would refrain from asking my parents for money, because I was afraid of embarrassing them, since it wasn’t easy for them to earn money.”

"So Yang-ge, you're like this too."

Zhao Jinmai murmured.

Maintain a smile on your lips and hug your knee with one hand.

I see my own reflection in Yang Ge's past.

I have always been considerate of my parents' hard work.

Upon hearing this, Yang Chaoyue nodded silently, echoing Jiang Yang's tone... He was the same way, knowing that his family wasn't well-off, so he saved every penny.

Jiang Yang paused for a moment, then continued, "So I always took them secretly. My parents often rewarded me with a belt because they saw how sensible I was."

Eh?
Yang Chaoyue looked at Jiang Yang with a stiff neck.

Zhao Jinmai blinked, frowned, her breathing became shallow and rapid, and suddenly let out a "heh" sound, glancing at Jiang Yang.

His own shadow disappeared from Jiang Yang: "Pah! What a piece of trash!"

Yang Chaoyue added, "Pah, trash!"

Jiang Yang glanced at Yang Chaoyue without changing his expression: "Deduct 10 yuan from your salary."

Yang Chaoyue hurriedly changed his tune, his eyes darting around: "Brother Yang, I said you did a great job!"

"A 10 yuan raise."

"Thank you, Brother Yang!"

Zhao Jinmai watched this scene, her lips twitching: "Damn capitalists."

Chat for a while.

Zhao Jinmai then asked, "Hey Yang, have you ever run away from home?"

"What do you say?"

"Oh right, you've been gone for several months now..."

I've only been away from home for one day, while Yang Ge has been gone for several months and nothing seems to have happened to him.

Zhao Jinmai's brows gradually relaxed, and she asked again, "Then your parents must be worried sick, right?" "What do you think?"

Zhao Jinmai suddenly realized.

It seems that I was very anxious at first, but gradually accepted it later.

I have seen Yang Ge's chat history with his parents.

If I run away from home, my mom should be able to gradually accept it.

“MaiMai, I won’t pry into your feelings, but you don’t have to be sensible with me,” Jiang Yang said with a smile.

Zhao Jinmai was stunned for a moment.

She closed her eyes, lowered her head, and laughed.

When she looked up, her eyes were filled with tears.

The belief in my heart became firm.

He touched the back of his neck and found that his muscles were no longer stiff. He stood up and said, "Brother Yang, I'm fine now. Let's go."

"Let's go!"

The three of them got back into the Corolla and headed towards the highway entrance, first onto the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway, and then onto the Changchun-Shenzhen Expressway.

Turn the volume knob on the center console.

"The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend" continues to air.

Yang Chaoyue sat in the back seat, gripping the two front seats with both hands, and sang loudly along with the music. His voice was both unpleasant and loud: "You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky, let me keep you with my heart."

Jiang Yang swayed his shoulders gently to the rhythm of the music.

Zhao Jinmai shook her head, grinning broadly, and shouted in perfect unison with Jiang Yang, "Stay!!!"

It was 2 a.m. when we arrived in Xihu District, Linchuan City.

Zhao Jinmai wearily pushed open the car door, looked up at the small hotels around the university town, lowered her head, and said weakly, "Stay...stay here, Yang-ge, don't look anymore, let's stay here tonight, my legs are numb from sitting."

It took half a day to coordinate with the Career Services Office of the Continuing Education College of Linchuan University of Electronic Science and Technology.

Provide a copy of the company's business license, stamped with the company seal.

Because it is a short-term, single-enrollment program, only registration and filing are required.

Present the job posting, including the position, salary, and benefits. The college will review the content to ensure it is compliant. Teachers involved in the industry-university cooperation will go through the process.

Recruitment posters were posted on the bulletin board next to the cafeteria.

Yang Chaoyue led the entire process. Whenever Yang Chaoyue had any questions, he would ask Jiang Yang, who would then provide a few answers.

He exploited all the attributes.

When Yang Chaoyue arrived at Room 101 of the teaching building on the Wenyi campus, the display racks weren't even set up yet, and he already felt that he had chosen the wrong location for the recruitment event.

This lecture hall, which can accommodate 50-100 people, should not have been chosen.

You should choose a spacious student activity center or the conference room at the nearby Wenyi Road Pudding Hotel, which is an off-campus cooperation point and is commonly used for school-enterprise recruitment.

I never expected so many people to apply.

I also felt the halo effect of being a famous actor.

Of course, it's not his, nor Yang Ge's, but Mai Mai's.

The job posting clearly states that it is recruiting artists for an agency, with a base salary of 5,000.

After learning that Yang Ge and Mai Mai were the lead actors in "A Little Reunion" and that he had played a supporting role in the show, the rumors became increasingly outrageous.

When the 40th resume was received, a short-haired sophomore majoring in digital media saw Yang Chaoyue sitting on the podium, wearing a women's business suit and sporting short hair. She stammered, hadn't prepared a resume, and seemed to have rushed over from her dorm after hearing the news.
"Is...is the film crew recruiting actors? I've loved acting since I was a child."

Yang Chaoyue went from being nervous at the beginning, to being pleasantly surprised when someone asked him for an autograph, to now being so tired from talking that his lips are almost numb.

She really wanted to mimic Jiang Yang's private tone and say, "What a load of bullshit, a film crew recruiting actors."

But I know I can't say it.

Bad influence.

Before Yang Chaoyue could respond, someone in the seat nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's about recruiting actors."

Strangers are all striving to create chaos.

It's impossible to explain.

Looking around, the lecture hall was already full of people.

They were all female students from their first to third year of university.

Ages between 18 and 22.

The program offers majors in flight attendant training, performing arts, graphic design, and digital media.

"Okay, if you pass the first test, we'll call you back later."