Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

do not care.

Let's try it out first.

After dropping Liu Haochun off at the East Hotel, Jiang Yang opened his phone's navigation app, entered the address: Qihao Center, Liangmaqiao.

Xu Xiaoou's Lemon Pictures has two office addresses in Beiping.

One is located in the high-rise area of ​​the West Tower of Qihao Center in Liangmaqiao.

The other one is located at No. 10 Jiuxianqiao Road, Chaoyang District, and is a three-story building.

This time we're going to Liangmaqiao.

The Panamera provided to Jiang Yang by the East Hotel was started.

A short while later, a minivan slowed down at the Qihao Center in Liangmaqiao and drove towards the parking lot.

"Nazha, we've arrived."

A middle-aged woman was sitting in the middle row of the van; she was Li Xue, the executive agent of Tangren Media.

Holding her iPad to check her schedule, she gently called out to Gulnazar, leaning back in her chair and glancing at her sleeping body.

He did not wake up.

It was noticed that Gulnazar's eyes were still red and swollen.

This is not okay.

I'll need to do my makeup and grooming in a bit.

The creative team behind "Fighter of the Destiny" chose Gulnazar to play the female lead, and it certainly wasn't because of her poor acting skills.

It's not so much the buzz and attention generated by Gulnazar, but rather her good looks.

The contract details to be discussed with Xu Xiaoou this time include not only scheduling but also payment methods for her salary, specifically how it will be paid in installments.

And other special terms.

The contract stipulates that it is forbidden to accept endorsements from competing products during filming, such as other fantasy dramas, which is acceptable.

It is acceptable to maintain black hair until filming wraps up and to prohibit any hair dye.

There is only one.

The necessity of cooperating with the marketing campaign involving a romantic pairing with Lu Han is debatable.

Because in August of last year, Gulnazar and Zhang Han went public with their relationship.

This really infuriated Cai Yinong of Tangren.

If it weren't for Nazha's high value, I would really like to find someone else to train.

"Shall we get off now?" Gulnazar slowly woke up.

"Nazha, be careful not to mention Zhang Han to President Xu. He's very shrewd. Don't let him find an excuse to add other clauses to the contract."

"Ok, I know."

She responded with a sound of agreement, looking exhausted.

Looking up, I saw the PR director sitting in the front row, wearing black-rimmed glasses, constantly replying to WeChat messages.

In the back row was her personal assistant, a few years younger than her, holding a thermos and her own medicine box.

Gulnazar looked over.

I habitually handed her the thermos and made Gulnazar swallow an alprazolam tablet whole, without chewing it.

It is classified as a psychotropic drug.

Used to alleviate anxiety symptoms.

After his debut, he became increasingly famous and earned more money than he could have imagined when he was a child, but his mental state deteriorated.

For a while, I couldn't control my hands from shaking, especially my little finger, which really affected filming. I was also afraid that the media would capture me writing some strange content.

Taking these prescription medications alleviated the physical symptoms.

Looking out the window, the three glass curtain wall towers of Qihao Center are arranged in a triangular shape.

The South Tower is 160 meters tall, and Lemon Pictures is located on the 12th floor of the North Tower.

Directly opposite is the Kempinski Hotel, with its German-style pointed roof and a fleet of Hongqi limousines at the entrance.

Next to it is a cluster of diplomatic apartment buildings.

On the other side is the Liangma River, where flocks of wild ducks swim.

Take out your phone.

Open Weibo.

I saw my own entry in the third trending search:
#NazhaGetOutOfTheEntertainmentIndustry#
This term was trending on the hot search list last night.

They haven't been withdrawn yet.

Last night I secretly registered a new account to read comments, and my finger swiped to one:
"People from Xingjiang, go back to your hometown!"

She has been constantly criticized since her debut.

I thought I was used to it, but for some reason last night, when I saw this comment, I couldn't control my emotions and hid in the bathroom to cry.

I remember receiving an anonymous package on my birthday last year.

Inside the box was a burial shroud, and a note read:

Happy anniversary of your death.

They were filming a birthday greeting video at the time.

Smiling at the camera, she said, "Thank you for your blessings."

After the video recording ended, I turned around and went back to the lounge, half of my false eyelashes were washed away by my tears.

"Nazha, stop looking at these," Li Xue reminded her, while arranging for the makeup artist in the back row to apply makeup to Gulnazar.

Cover up your puffy eyelids.

"I can handle it, Sister Li, it's okay. Actually, some of the comments are quite right. Sometimes I feel like I'm a very stupid person."

"Don't let these haters affect your mindset. Haters are fans too. The more they criticize you after 'Fighter of the Destiny' airs, the higher your salary will be."

"Yeah, I understand."

I understand all the reasons.

It's difficult to do.

Gulina admires Li Xue. Last year, she acted impulsively and exposed her relationship. If Li Xue hadn't immediately contacted the production team of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" to promote the couple and divert attention, she would have been criticized even more harshly.

The phone vibrates.

I received a WeChat message from Zhang Han: ["Shuangzi attempted suicide by cutting her wrists today and is in the hospital. Her assistant said it's because I posted a photo of us yesterday. Could you... delete that official announcement post on Weibo first? Wait until she's calmed down."]
Gulnazar sat up straight, slightly taken aback.

Biting her lower lip, a slight twitch at the corners of her mouth, a self-deprecating smile, she typed: [“Why should I?”]
Zhang Han sent me a picture.

It is a photo of Zheng Shuang with bandages wrapped around her wrist.

Gulnazar's pupils contracted, and her heart raced. It really did sound like something Zheng Shuang would do in private.

It's clear that Zheng Shuang is not as innocent as she appears in public; her thoughts are far more complex than they seem.

Deleting a post is tantamount to admitting that you were a mistress who interfered in your marriage.

When she was with Zhang Han, Zhang Han had already broken up with Zheng Shuang.

If they really do that, Zheng Shuang's team will definitely prepare press releases claiming that she and Zhang Han drove their ex-boyfriend crazy.

My finger hovered over the send button for a few seconds before I finally sent out the three words, "Why should I?"

Zhang Han replied with a message: ["She's more fragile than you, give way to her."]
My own strength became the reason for the other person to hurt me.

The second message followed immediately: [“Nazha, you’re more sensible than me, don’t argue with her, she even tried to cut her wrists.”]
He used his own maturity to appease his ex's capriciousness.

Gulnazar was in a state of utter confusion.

Why.

"Oh, right, Nazha, there's something I forgot to tell you. Mr. Xu sent me a message today," Li Xue suddenly said.

She looked over.

Glancing at Gulnazar's phone screen, her nostrils flared slightly, a surge of anger instantly turning into a grimace. She quickly suppressed it, pursing her lips to calm herself: "Are those two messing with you again?"

Since Gulnazar got together with Zhang Han, her mental state has deteriorated day by day.

He rarely smiles.

Tormented by mental stress.

Even if it's not for Nazha's career, I still hope she breaks up with her boyfriend; I just simply hope she can be happier every day.

Otherwise, if things continue like this, Nazha's spirit will one day be destroyed by love and public opinion.

Gulnazar put down her phone and turned her head to look out the window.

They remained silent.

Li Xue continued, "You didn't have anything happen between you and Zhang Han, so isn't it good that you broke up like this? How come you have such deep feelings for each other?"

"It's not that my feelings are deep, it's that I chose this love and I don't want to give it up easily," Gulnazar murmured.

Your love is not for others to see, but for yourself.

Even if I'm covered in wounds, I'll still be happy as long as there's a little sweetness in it.

Not wanting to discuss her personal matters, Gulnazar changed the subject: "By the way, what did President Xu say?"

"I told you I've hired an acting coach for you. He's already at the Lemon Studio, where Lemon Pictures liaises with artists. If you have any questions about your acting later, you can ask him."

"Ah."

Gulnazar responded.

I didn't take it to heart.

Acting skills are his weakness. Not only himself, but the whole company knows it, and even the whole internet knows it. It's his black mark.

Mr. Cai from Tangren hired an acting teacher to teach him.

I just can't seem to learn it.

Sometimes I really feel like my brain is dumber than a pig's.

Netizens are right to criticize themselves for being unworthy of their positions.

I really want to improve my acting skills so I can get less criticism, but no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to improve.

The performance coach this time probably did nothing but waste his time.

"Nazha, this acting teacher is a bit special. Mr. Xu said that he personally watched Jiang Yang train two newcomers who had never studied acting to the point that they could film long takes in one take in a short period of time, while showing a variety of emotions and making the audience empathize with them... You may not understand after saying so much, just watch it."

Li Xue showed Gulinazha the videos that Xu Xiaoou had sent her.

The first thing I watched was the awkward performance of Yang Chaoyue, Tian Xiwei, and Liu Haochun.

Gulnazar watched intently at first, but after a while, she couldn't bear it anymore: "This acting is worse than mine! Mr. Xu must have been fooled by this acting coach. It's hilarious..."

He suddenly stopped speaking.

Because on the screen, the performance of three girls after being trained by Jiang Yang began to play.

Gulnazar stared in disbelief.

After the video finished playing, Li Xue asked, "Did you laugh so hard you peed your pants?"

"Drinked."

This is the kind of acting I want.

If you can train yourself to be like this, then so many people won't criticize you for being unworthy of your position.

I don't want to be a celebrity with high online traffic.

I want to become a talented actor.

I'm not afraid of being scolded myself, but I'm afraid my family will be implicated.

I want to prove myself with my abilities, even if it's just once.

Gulnazar's temples throbbed: "What's the name of this acting teacher?"

"His name is Jiang Yang, and he lives in the Lime Hall at General Manager Xu's company."

The van pulled into the parking lot.

Gulnazar got out of the car, glanced at the Panamera parked next to her, and followed Li Xue toward the Qihao North Tower.

Enter through the main entrance revolving door.

Show your ID card at the concierge desk on the right to exchange for a temporary access card.

Then take the executive-only elevator on the west side. Next to the button for the 12th floor, there is a gold-plated logo with the words 'Lemon Pictures' on it.

Coordinate with the front desk.

Walk towards the conference hall.

"What's Jiang Yang's background? How should I address him to be polite?" Gulinaza lowered her gaze to the carpet pattern, avoiding eye contact with others and revealing her unease.

"I'm not quite sure either. To train actors to this level, one must be a graduate student from the performance department of one of the top three universities, possibly a graduate advisor like Huang Lei, and possibly even older than Huang Lei."

Li Xue pondered, "Call him Uncle Jiang, and try to make him sound younger. We'll meet him soon. We must be polite to these seniors; they usually care a lot about their reputation."

"I understand."

Gulnazar imagined an old man with a white beard, having never worked with such a professional acting teacher before.

Breathing is slightly rapid.

Her chest heaved noticeably, but she controlled the amplitude so that Li Xue wouldn't notice.

His professional smile returned.
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