Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 145: Filial piety is a compliment to Yang Chaoyue, but a knife to Zhang Ruonan.
Jiang Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, heard the system notification, leaned forward, and moved his back away from the chair.

Without interrupting Yang Chaoyue's questioning of Zhang Ruonan.

He scanned Zhang Ruonan with his gaze.

I moved Zhang Ruonan's resume closer and flipped through it page by page.

The basic information includes a contact phone number and QQ email address, and the address is Room 203, Building 7, University Town Campus.

The major is graphic design, and the main courses are Photoshop basics, sketching and composition, and color theory.

I have organized campus poster design competitions.

I have also worked part-time as a print model, participated in Taobao clothing photoshoots, and participated in the opening ceremonies of local shopping malls.

I quickly glanced at the skills certificate page.

I have a CET-4 certificate and a beginner level in Photoshop.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that both certificates had the words "Preparing for the Exam" written in parentheses.

Ah.

Quite smart.

She's a little cunning, but not much.

Young people are forced to put on a show for opportunities, and this self-packaging for survival is also a way of patching up their dreams.

I passed the Mandarin proficiency test; I achieved Level 2A.

The ID photo was taken in a high school uniform, with an excessively photoshopped white background, and the outline of the ears was blurred.

The candid photo is a behind-the-scenes shot from a Taobao photoshoot. The resolution isn't high, but it makes the legs look longer.

It's clear that this resume wasn't prepared on the spot, but rather something that had been around for a while and was a common job search template.

Because in the last column, the expected salary states that no base salary is required, and that the candidate is given priority consideration in job postings, and that their price can be reduced.

It's highly likely that it was a resume I submitted to a modeling agency before.

It involves a humble compromise with the industry.

Finally, I flipped to the resume's homepage and saw Zhang Ruonan's name.

The name doesn't match the system's. Zhang Ruonan? Zhang Ruonan?
“Brother Yang, look at this painting I made.” Zhao Jinmai, who was standing next to Jiang Yang, suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Jiang Yang turned his head to look.

At first glance, it appears to be a small bird of indeterminate species, flying from the city into the blue sky.

The city below should be Beiping.

Because it has the outlines of Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City, the CCTV headquarters building, a film set where movies are being shot, and a crane camera.

"Brother Yang, how's my drawing? Is it alright?" Zhao Jinmai asked.

"The drawing is..."

Jiang Yang tilted his neck forward slightly to take a closer look.

It turns out it doesn't stand up to close scrutiny at all.

The bird is made up of simple geometric shapes: a round head, triangular wings, and matchstick-like claws.

The eyes are drawn to be extremely large, taking up half of the head.

Tiananmen Square has been simplified to a trapezoidal base, a rectangular doorway, and a small flag.

The roof of the Forbidden City uses serrated lines instead of glazed tiles.

The CCTV building, resembling a pair of trousers, is depicted as two crooked cylinders.

A crane camera hovers in the air on set.

It looks like a child's drawing, with a somewhat abstract feel.

The bird is bigger than Tiananmen Square; in a child's world, freedom should be like this.

No wonder she didn't bother me after returning my phone; she was drawing the whole time.

"It's drawn quite well," Jiang Yang gave a positive review.

"But I think my drawing style is not very good. It looks too fake, like a child's doodle."

"It's not childish at all, it's quite good."

"Really? You're not kidding me, are you?"

The casually made-up praise became the starlight in Zhao Jinmai's eyes.

Zhao Jinmai let out a soft chuckle, her eyes sparkling.

"Really, I'm not kidding you, your style is both trendy and classic, just like the Western classic style."

"Western style".

Zhao Jinmai silently savored the word of praise, finding it quite pleasing.

She didn't continue talking to Jiang Yang; instead, she continued drawing. She drew a woman with long hair, wearing glasses and a dress, looking up at the sky and watching a flying bird.

This is my mother.

Holding a string in my hand, I connect it to the wings of that little bird in the sky.

The line was torn in the middle, and the bird's wings hardened.

Let's take a look at Jiang Yang's phone.

I haven't received a call from my mom, nor have I received any messages from her on WeChat.

I'm afraid I'll never hear from my mom again.

But I'm also afraid it might actually happen.

What I fear most is seeing messages from my mother that are full of blame.

After running away from home, things weren't as carefree as she had imagined.

A struggle filled with contradictions, fear, and regret.

There is stubbornness, there is unease.

Pretend to be strong.

She longed for her mother's love, yet resisted being controlled.

Looking at her painting again, Zhao Jinmai's eyes gradually dimmed, and the corners of her mouth drooped slightly. Suddenly realizing something, she tilted her head and widened her eyes: "Western style?"

She wanted to yell at Jiang Yang, but then she realized that the person interviewing college students was no longer Sister Chaoyue, but Jiang Yang.

I didn't disturb Jiang Yang.

Zhao Jinmai pursed her lips and muttered under her breath, "This little brat is really good at cursing. I'll curse my classmate like that tomorrow too."

Jiang Yang closed Zhang Ruonan's resume and looked up at the girl in front of him, who sat upright and looked away as soon as her eyes met his.

On the system page, in the "Little Flower Binding" section, there are currently only Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Jinmai listed.

Zhang Ruonan was not immediately linked to him.

Zhang Ruonan may have high potential for development, but if she doesn't get along with you and you can't extract her attributes, it's a waste of a spot.

Jiang Yang leaned back in his chair, lightly tapping the paper with his pen, making a ticking sound: "Three questions. First, how would you rate yourself?"

Zhang Ruonan looked up at Jiang Yang.

She dared not look directly into Jiang Yang's eyes, but instead looked at the space between his eyebrows.

Because Yang Chaoyue had called Jiang Yang "boss," he knew Jiang Yang's identity.

She was tall and good-looking, and probably around my age; she was very imposing.

"Um...me."

As soon as I opened my mouth to speak, I realized my voice was a little hoarse, so I deliberately cleared my throat.

I've had interviews before.

I've experienced this several times with other modeling agencies.

Logically speaking, there is experience with this situation.

Previous experience is completely useless.

The interview team included child star Zhao Jinmai.

The strength of this company is beyond imagination.

It is definitely not some shell company that's trying to scam people.

I'd rather take on acting gigs than modeling gigs.

Because actors can play a variety of roles, their careers can extend into middle and old age.

Models have a short golden age, and the industry prefers young faces. Except for a few supermodels, most people find it difficult to transition to a new career.

Moreover, she was only a part-time model and was an amateur.

the most important is.

In terms of social influence, actors are highly sought after and have a high level of public recognition.

Unless a model becomes a brand muse, like Kate Moss, public awareness is very limited.

the most important is.

If I become an actor and become famous, my parents will probably love me even more.

I'll probably post more snapshots of my life on my WeChat Moments.

Even knowing that it's for the face and income they bring, they still crave their parents' love.

Zhang Ruonan shifted her position, sitting only on the front third of the chair, feeling more comfortable.
"Hello, I have three points to say about myself: First, I am hardworking and have been financially independent since high school; second, I am adaptable and can accept overtime work and filming in other cities; third,..."

Speaking of the third point, my language organization skills suddenly couldn't keep up. I suddenly got stuck.

He lowered his gaze, looking at Jiang Yang's collar, avoiding Jiang Yang's eyes, before saying, "Thirdly, I am willing to learn from entry-level positions."

"second question."

Jiang Yang opened Zhang Ruonan's resume: "Why didn't you write your place of origin on your resume?"

Place of origin.

Zhang Ruonan's breath turned into money; of course she knew why.

It was deliberately omitted.

Because it was my first job interview, the interviewer saw that I was from Zejiang, Wenzhou, and casually said, "Oh, Wenzhou, that place? I know, they're quite sexist there, they'll keep having children if they can't have a boy."

I know that what the other person said is true.

My parents are in the building materials business. When I was born, my grandmother really hoped that my mother would have more children.

She named herself Zhang Ruonan.

When I was 2 years old, my mother gave birth to her second child.

She was still a girl.

The second sister's name is Zhang Ruoyao.

When I was 6 years old, I had just started primary school in Shijiazhuang when my mother gave birth to her third child.

She was also a girl.

The third sister's name is Zhang Qianyi.

The three sisters' names, when combined, form the phrase "want one man."

At the age of 14, I had already returned to Hongqiao No.1 Middle School in Wenzhou from Shijiazhuang, and my mother had given birth to her fourth child.

The family's wish came true.

This time it's a boy.

My younger brother's name is Zhang Ente.

Her place of origin carries an unspeakable label of a family that favors sons over daughters.

Zhang Ruonan swallowed a few times: "My hometown is Wenzhou, Zejiang."

"Wenzhou, I know it."

Jiang Yang nodded and grinned, "The girl over there is very filial and treats her family very well."

Zhang Ruonan's pupils suddenly dilated, her body leaned back slightly, and she looked up to meet the smile in Jiang Yang's eyes. She slowly smiled back: "Yes, yes, I love my family very much, and I am very filial."

Filial piety is a compliment.

It is also a rope used to bind.

"You're a girl, so why is there a male character in your name?" Jiang Yang suddenly asked his third question.

Zhang Ruonan's smile froze.

Lower your shoulders and clench your fingers in your palms.

Your name determines your life.

Like tearing open a scabbed wound.

Inescapable family responsibilities.

Clenching her back teeth hardened her jawline, and she forced herself to smile: "My name was chosen by my parents, I couldn't decide it. It probably means that they hope I can be like a man and shoulder the burden of this family."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chaoyue added, "Me too, I also hope to shoulder the burden of my family."

Jiang Yang glanced at Yang Chaoyue: "Go to the side. Are you two in the same boat?"

"Of course it is! I love my family too, I..."

Yang Chaoyue noticed that Jiang Yang glanced at him sideways, giving him a warning look.

Filial piety is a compliment to Yang Chaoyue, but a knife to Zhang Ruonan.

Yang Chaoyue's voice grew softer and softer until it was barely audible before he could finish speaking. He quickly shut up and said, "I won't interrupt."

Jiang Yang's thoughts were thrown into disarray by Yang Chaoyue's interruption.

Where were we just talking about?

You really can't be distracted when you're an interviewer. From now on, I'll hand this job over to Yang Chaoyue and he can interrupt Yang Chaoyue.

Jiang Yang decided to get straight to the point and talk about the price: "By the way, your resume says you can forgo a base salary, is that true?"

Good heavens, Yang's skin is thicker than a city wall, how did he even think of asking that question... Zhao Jinmai's silence was deafening.

“I can forgo the base salary, but I need announcements.” Zhang Ruonan exhaled and pursed her lips slightly, trying to maintain a smile, but the muscles around her eyes were still unnaturally tense.

This is my bottom line.

Working as a part-time model can make you quick money, but it has no future.

I really need money.

Only when you earn enough money will your family love you.

If there are offers, I'm willing to take them even without a base salary, and I'd even accept it if the agency takes 90% of my pay.

Trade your youth for your future.

Trading success for family ties.

This deal was a gamble with his entire life.

Zhang Ruonan took a shallow breath: "I want to ask, if it's approved, what kind of notification will I receive?"

"I could act opposite an actor like Huang Lei in TV dramas or variety shows."

Jiang Yang finished speaking.

Like gold dust sprinkled into a dusty reality.

The entire lecture hall became much quieter for a brief moment.

The female college students who were waiting in line all looked up at the same time.

A girl in the second row, majoring in flight attendant studies, suddenly sat up straight.

The girl with pigtails behind her lowered her crossed legs and tightened her grip on the resume.

For girls who are unfamiliar with the entertainment industry, they quickly looked up Huang Lei's Baidu Baike entry.

Some people immediately rummaged through their bags to touch up their makeup.

They were also secretly glancing at other competitors.

People at the entrance were pushing and shoving their way in.

Some people even found the interview from the opening ceremony of "A Little Reunion".

There was a scene broadcast by Beiping TV.

Yang Chaoyue stared intently at the camera, his tone firm and his words clear and distinct: "My boss once told me that beauty combined with any talent, education, background, family, intelligence, or ability is a winning combination; only one of these is a dead end."

Who is Yang Chaoyue's interviewer and her boss?

This is Jiang Yang, who is sitting on the podium right now.

This is Beiping TV!
Immediately afterwards, someone found stills from the opening ceremony of "A Little Reunion".

All the actors and the main creative team stood on the stage.

Jiang Yang stood in the first row, in the middle left position, next to Huang Lei, close to director Wang Jun, and also very close to producer Xu Xiaoou.

They also arranged for Jiang Yang to give a solo interview and to go on stage alone, where he spoke candidly about his understanding of the character and the video of his portrayal.

These messages spread like wildfire among the interviewees queuing in the lecture hall.

Listen again to what Jiang Yang just said.

I can accept offers to act opposite an actor like Huang Lei... I'm not bragging, it's true!
Someone muttered "Damn it" under their breath, clenching their fist.

The girl in the front row craned her neck to look at Jiang Yang.

People in the back rows, whose view was blocked, stood up one after another.

"Please don't push, to avoid a stampede. Come one at a time, everyone has a chance," Jiang Yang coughed and said softly.

The tone was very light, without emphasis, and without any pressure.

The classroom became quiet in an instant.

Even the most lively girl can restrain herself from making a ruckus.

By the window, a flight attendant took off her coat, revealing a tank top underneath that showed off her fair shoulders.

Jiang Yang didn't notice the commotion of these people. He stared intently at his phone screen, feeling a chill run down his spine.

There was a WeChat message that Hu Lin had just sent: "Jiang Yang, Mai Mai is missing. She went out yesterday morning and hasn't come back yet. It's been a day and a night. Has she contacted you? I'm so worried I'm about to call the police."

Did you become a human trafficker yourself?!

This is a huge disaster.

They inexplicably abducted Teacher Hu's daughter, who was driven more than a thousand kilometers away.

This girl practically offered herself up.

I felt like killing Zhao Jin.

Teacher Hu must hate himself to death.

Jiang Yang stiffly turned his head and looked at Zhao Jinmai, who was playing Yang Chaoyue's phone and laughing foolishly at some game, and said: "Maimai, you really are my little darling."

(End of this chapter)