Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 147: Are there really companies that treat their artists so well?
A moment later, Hu Lin heard a soft, gentle breathing sound coming from close to the receiver.

It should be her daughter.

She held the phone tightly to her ear, leaning forward, afraid of missing a single word.

For several seconds, I didn't hear the other person speak.

Her voice softened, tinged with a nasal tone: "Daughter, I'm so glad you're alright... I was wrong... I shouldn't have taken you for granted..."

Hu Lin's words were broken and intermittent, punctuated by suppressed sobs.

His shoulders slumped.

As she spoke, she slowly crumpled the urgent schedule she had written for her daughter into a ball, her lips trembling.

When Zhao Jinmai answered the phone, she initially crossed her arms and pursed her lips.

He wouldn't say a single word.

The moment he heard Hu Lin apologize to him, his lips trembled slightly.

He remained silent.

Unconsciously pinching the hem of her clothes.

The sobbing on the other end of the phone pierced her stubbornness more than any reproach.

The arm that was across her chest slowly relaxed, her shoulders slumped, her short breaths turned into deep inhalations, her eyes gradually reddened, and her voice was thick with nasal tones: "Mom... don't do this."

Let's chat for a bit.

Zhao Jinmai's tone softened.

Hearing his mother sniffle, he suddenly clenched his fingers and blurted out, "Mom, don't cry."

After a few words, her voice trailed off, her throat tightened, and she seemed reluctant to speak, but she still managed to say in a breathy voice, "Mom, I... I was wrong too, I shouldn't have talked to you like that..."

She curled her toes.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Jinmai's emotions gradually calmed down.

A smile gradually crept onto her lips as she mimicked a mother's soothing tone: "Okay, Mom, I'll be back as soon as possible."

While speaking, he quickly wiped the corner of his eye with his sleeve, and finally said softly, "Remember to get some rest."

He hesitated to press the hang-up button.

After finishing the conversation, I stared blankly at the latest call log.

Jiang Yang handed her a tissue, and Zhao Jinmai realized she was already in tears: "I'm so sorry, Brother Yang, I've caused you so much trouble."

"I really want to slap you," Jiang Yang blurted out in his hometown dialect.

"Then go ahead and cut me."

"Don't push me."

"Brother Yang, give me a beating to calm me down," Zhao Jinmai said, suppressing her sobs.

There was gratitude towards Jiang Yang, but also guilt towards him.

After reconciling with my mother, I no longer feel tense and uneasy.

That phone call just now made me realize how difficult things are for my mom.

I've discovered that my strong-willed mother also has a vulnerable side, and can be like a little girl who needs to be comforted.

more importantly.

At the end of the conversation, her mother told her that Jiang Yang had been praising her the whole time he was on the phone with her earlier, and that she should tell her mother not to criticize her when they talked later.

This is what Zhao Jinmai fears most: she's terrified of her mother calling her and launching into a barrage of accusations.

If Jiang Yang hadn't acted as a peacemaker, I wouldn't have been able to reconcile with my mother so quickly.

It's unclear how long this agonizing period will last.

Zhao Jinmai grabbed Jiang Yang's hand and pressed it against her left cheek: "Brother Yang, go ahead and beat me up, I won't argue with you."

I could feel the warmth of your skin against my palm.

The skin on the little girl's cheeks was very soft and smooth.

He gently placed his palm on Zhao Jinmai's jawline.

Slowly move the pad of your thumb upwards, gazing at the boundary where your finger touches your skin.

He rubbed his thumb back against her cheek, then pinched Zhao Jinmai's face gently, leading her towards the lecture hall: "Alright, alright, I forgive you."

Hearing Jiang Yang's words of forgiveness, Zhao Jinmai's breathing calmed down.

Jiang Yang continued, "Mai Mai, the skin on your cheeks has a really good texture. It would be a shame not to get cupping done."

Zhao Jinmai was stunned for a moment: "Get lost!"

The lecture hall was filled with constant giggling and whispering.

A female student leaned forward slightly and chatted with the girl in front of her about what kind of answers Jiang Yang liked.

Three or four people huddled together, covered their mouths with their hands, and discussed among themselves.

Footsteps sounded at the door. When the female student by the door saw Jiang Yang walking over, her pupils shrank. She stopped chatting and hurriedly straightened her back, showing Jiang Yang her best figure.

Like dominoes, the classroom chatter subsided in waves. The rustling sound of resumes being deliberately flipped through continued, as everyone avoided eye contact with Jiang Yang, who was now sitting on the podium again.

Jiang Yang's gaze returned to Zhang Ruonan: "Ms. Zhang, you have passed the interview."

Zhang Ruonan raised her lowered eyes, her gaze slightly unfocused, before finally settling on the contract that Jiang Yang took out of his briefcase.

Take the contract.

She gasped for breath, her voice trembling slightly as she exhaled, "Really?"

After receiving Jiang Yang's affirmative reply, she couldn't wait to sign the contract.

She didn't even dare to look closely at the contents of the contract, for fear that Jiang Yang would change his mind.

As he left the lecture hall, his fingers clenched his contract tightly, the paper twisted and deformed.

I took a shower after returning to my dorm and finally calmed down.

Zhang Ruonan was very clear about it.

For someone to be so readily offered a role alongside an actor of Huang Lei's caliber, the terms of the contract must be extremely stringent.

I heard about this from friends backstage when I was working part-time as a model.

New employee contracts often split profits 10/90, with the company taking 90%.

They even set up a tiered revenue sharing system, with the percentage only adjusted after an artist's income exceeds 500 million.

8-10 year long-term contracts are the industry standard, with penalty clauses reaching hundreds of millions.

For example, six years ago, Chen Chusheng proposed to terminate his contract with Tianyu Media. The senior management of Tianyu Media calculated the costs and found that Chen Chusheng needed to pay termination compensation and overdue interest compensation, totaling 227 billion yuan.

Zhang Ruonan can accept these things, as long as there is an announcement.

The biggest concern is that the company will charge exorbitant fees under the guise of professional training, such as 2000 yuan per hour for vocal and physical training courses, which will be deducted from my appearance fees and ultimately become my debt.

I didn't dare sit at my desk and look through the contract; I didn't want my roommate to see.

I climbed into bed, turned to my side, covered myself with the blanket, and carefully turned the pages one by one.

He quickly scanned the terms, his brow furrowed, searching for the most stringent ones.

His gaze suddenly fixed on a certain line, his pupils dilating slightly: "The profit split isn't 10/90, it's 70/30, I get 70, and the company gets 30%?"

His tone was tinged with confusion.

Are there really companies that treat their artists this well?
His previously short, rapid breathing suddenly slowed down.

Swallow slightly to relieve tension.

After reading everything, I flipped back to the first few pages to double-check, and I always felt like I had missed something.

Not only is the revenue sharing beneficial to oneself, but there is also no time limit.

There is no training in debt traps.

They do not have full control over the contract.

It is not a dual contract that violates the Labor Law.

You can terminate the contract at any time, and the penalty for termination is only... 10 yuan!

Zhang Ruonan tapped the line about salary twice unconsciously: "Is the number printed wrong on the contract Jiang Yang gave me? I don't have to pay a base salary. The base salary on this is 5000 yuan."

I can't believe it's true.

There must be some mistake.

The contract was as wonderful as a piece of candy; she held it in her mouth, afraid to bite into it for fear of breaking off shards of glass.

Zhang Ruonan dressed quickly and ran towards the lecture hall where she had previously had her interview.

The interview process has been completed.

Jiang Yang and the mentor from the Employment Management Office completed the handover of their duties, and then prepared to leave the school with Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Jinmai.

Zhao Jinmai's originally empty schoolbag was now stuffed full of resumes.

Just as Jiang Yang reached the main entrance, he heard someone calling him from the direction of the library behind him: "Jiang Yang, wait a minute, the contract you gave me might be wrong."

I stopped and looked back.

Zhang Ruonan, with long hair and wearing a baseball uniform, clutched the contract tightly in her hand and ran towards him.

Upon seeing Zhang Ruonan's anxious expression, Jiang Yang immediately understood what was going on.

Zhang Ruonan's requirement was that she could accept not having a base salary.

In fact, what he offered was a base salary.

Although he doesn't have much conscience, he does have some, since he'll need to extract attributes from the other party later.

"Did Zhang Ruonan grow up watching Ultraman?"

Jiang Yang noticed Zhang Ruonan's running posture.

The lines of the shoulders and neck are somewhat stiff, and the arms are bent between the ribs with very little range of motion.

His overall posture looks like Ultraman running.

(End of this chapter)