Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"……three!"

As soon as she finished calling out three, Tian Xiwei's expression turned cold.

The door opens.

A warm breeze was blowing.

Jiang Yang squinted with one eye, looking sleepy as he came out.

Seeing Tian Xiwei standing outside the door, wearing a cotton-padded coat buttoned up incorrectly, a thin pair of pajama bottoms, and grinning with her little tiger teeth, staring at him with a stern face and her chest heaving, he said, "Oh, it's Xiao Tian. Come in, come in. I was just half asleep."

"Did you get your head caught in a door?!"

Without any politeness, Tian Xiwei snapped at Jiang Yang, crossed her arms, stared straight ahead, and strode heavily inside.

The slippers made a slapping sound as they stepped on them.

Knowing that Jiang Yang was her boss, she couldn't take her anger out on him.

She also knew that Jiang Yang did not intend to lock her out.

But once the anger rises, it doesn't subside quickly.

He scanned the room, looking for inexpensive items in Jiang Yang's room.

My gaze fell on the sofa cushions.

He grabbed the cushion and threw it heavily to the ground.

Nothing was damaged, but I vented my emotions.

Peeking in, Tian Xiwei saw Jiang Yang standing at the door, scratching his head, and felt even more inexplicably annoyed.

She sat on the sofa, arms crossed, looking towards the balcony, her legs shaking rapidly as if she were pedaling a sewing machine, speaking in a Chongqing accent:

"Fine, do whatever you want."

Jiang Yang watched with amusement.

He knew the Chongqing girl's temperament all too well.

Tian Xiwei was definitely angry, but not too angry. Otherwise, she wouldn't have just thrown a pillow; she might have slapped him across the face.

"I just sent the message and went to sleep. I was still half asleep and thought I was dreaming about you, but you actually came..." Jiang Yang deliberately spoke in a drowsy tone.

Tian Xiwei continued shaking her leg, but stopped crossing her arms and placed her hands on her knees: "Keep making things up."

"Ouch, I think I just got my head caught in a door, it's still ringing."

It was noticed that Tian Xiwei was wearing very thin clothing on her lower body.

Jiang Yang turned up the air conditioning and wrapped a blanket around her legs: "Don't get cold."

Tian Xiwei stopped shaking her leg, and her protruding canine teeth disappeared. She covered her legs, pouted, and spoke in Mandarin again: "Okay, okay, I won't mess with you anymore. I was wrong too. You are my boss, and I shouldn't have been angry with you."

Jiang Yang used slightly better hot water to make a cup of ginger tea with sugar for Tian Xiwei.

He sat down with his briefcase.

He took out the three role contracts for "Fighter of the Destiny" and handed them to Tian Xiwei.

It was noticed that Tian Xiwei was barefoot.

It was winter, and the temperature was low in the early morning. The hotel corridor had no air conditioning, and the insteps of my feet were red from the cold.

Jiang Yang squatted down: "Are your feet warm now?"

"It's a little numb, but it's nothing. It often happens when I'm practicing dance."

"Shall I help you warm it up?"

Tian Xiwei took the contract, but before she could even flip through it, she was slightly taken aback and instinctively wanted to refuse.

When I was little, my feet would get cold from practicing dance. When I got home, my dad would sit on the sofa, cover me with a blanket, and warm my feet.

Listen to yourself tell some interesting stories from school.

Looking up, Jiang Yang sat on the other side of the sofa, facing away from the rising sun shining in from the balcony, speaking in a Chongqing accent, saying the same thing as his father at home: "I have chilblains on the soles of my feet, it hurts and itches when I walk."

She stared at Jiang Yang's bobbing Adam's apple.

Jiang Yang's face, backlit, was blurry, but he looked just like the old man in the family when he was young.

I wasn't even born when my mom and dad started dating.

That's probably how my mother saw my father back then.

There will always be a moment when you suddenly understand why your mother chose to marry your father.

"Okay, thank you." Tian Xi pursed her lips and replied, "Don't mind my smelly feet."

"Do your feet smell?"

"Of course it doesn't smell. I'm just saying. If I don't practice dancing, my feet won't smell even if I don't wash them for a month."

Tian Xiwei's tone softened.

Because she saw Jiang Yang bend down and reach out to pinch her toes.

When my fingers touched her cold ankle, her toes suddenly curled up.

The tension of a conditioned reflex.

The calf muscles tensed up instantly.

When her foot was grabbed, her right foot unconsciously rubbed against Jiang Yang's knee.

Like a cat's instinctive reaction when its head is petted.

My gaze wanders.

Jiang Yang gently lifted Tian Xiwei's foot and placed it on his knee, frowning as he said, "Is your whole leg frozen stiff? Your muscles are all curled up. I'm sorry, I was sleeping too soundly."

"fine."

Tian Xiwei responded softly.

Her toes still curled up shyly, yet craved the warmth of his palm.

I felt the warmth on the back of my foot, spreading to my toes.

She lay on the sofa, a cushion behind her head, using the contract to cover her entire face, the edges of the paper crumpled.

Jiang Yang warmed her feet, but the soles of her feet were still cold.

Her heart and face warmed up first.

Peeking at Jiang Yang's Adam's apple from the edge of the contract, she swallowed hard, held her breath, and her collarbone rose and fell noticeably.

The neck tilts slightly forward and then quickly tilts back.

I want to see it, but I'm afraid of being discovered.

He rubbed the back of his head against the pillow repeatedly.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly said, "Only my family used to warm my feet like this."

Jiang Yang paused for a second, then gently wrapped his hand around her foot: "Now there's one more person."

He glanced at Tian Xiwei and then said, "Are you still angry?"

"No, I'm not angry anymore."

"The contracts are all upside down."

"Oh... Oh oh."

Tian Xiwei flipped the contract over and focused her attention on it.

Three contracts.

The titles on each cover are eye-catching:

Actor Employment Contract for "Fighter of the Destiny" (Role: Little Black Dragon)

The main cast agreement for "Fighter of the Destiny" (role: Mo Yu)
Contract for Special Actor in "Fighter of the Destiny" (Character: Nan Ke)

They're all role contracts, just with different cover labels.

One for the regular actors, one for the main actors, and one for the featured actors.

Tian Xiwei understood why this was the case.

It's determined by the role's screen time.

The lead actor has the most screen time, followed by the main actors, which are the supporting actors, then the regular actors, and finally the guest stars.

The pay is also based on the amount of screen time. "Jiang Yang, Chao Yue, and Hao Chun, have they seen it?" Tian Xi asked, her heart racing.

"not yet."

Which copy of my contract is it?

"You go first, pick the one you like. If it's the same one that Chaoyue Haochun picked, then I'll evaluate how to allocate them."

"Okay... okay."

Before opening the contract, Tian Xiwei asked again, "Which role will you play in 'Fighter of the Destiny'?"

"Yes, I played the role of Akiyama-kun."

"Oh oh."

Akiyama-kun... silently memorized this name.

Tian Xiwei subconsciously picked up the contract for Mo Yu, the main character, first.

There is an anti-counterfeiting label in the corner of the page.

The bottom corner bears the logo of Lemon Pictures and the seal of Jiangyang Company; only the artist's signature is missing.

Open it and read it carefully.

The remuneration is clearly stated on the first page.

It starts with three.

It took Tian Xiwei a while to count all those tiny zeros before she could figure them out.

Three hundred thousand!
After signing this contract and deducting the commission, I'll get 210,000 yuan before tax!
It's equivalent to the cost of my parents raising me and training me in dance.

My heart was pounding.

money.

I really need money.

The first few pages specify the shooting schedule, image management, and other related terms:

During the filming period, cutting, dyeing, and extending hair are prohibited.

The user's weight must not exceed 50 kilograms before starting the machine.

Next are the terms regarding filming footage:

I personally performed 70% of the fight scenes. Close-ups and medium shots could not be done by stunt doubles, but lighting doubles and hand doubles were allowed.

There are also restrictions on stand-ins.

Scenes involving falling from a height of ten meters are only permitted, while fire and explosion scenes require stunt doubles.

The stunt double insurance is covered by the production crew, and if an artist is injured, the maximum medical expenses are 500,000.

Then there are confidentiality agreements and similar clauses:

The character's ending must not be revealed before filming wraps.
Finally, there's a clause regarding the priority renewal right for "Fighter of the Destiny 2": if a sequel is filmed, the role of Mo Yu must be played by this artist first, and the salary increase will not exceed 10%.

The last page contains a brief summary of Mo Yu's role in the story:
[She was once a cold beauty who could turn the tide with a flick of her wrist, but when the power struggle ended, she became a victim of fate.]
The following is a detailed introduction:

[Mo Yu's life was filled with hardship. Her entire family was executed by the Empress, and she was the only one who survived. She endured humiliation and became the Empress's trusted lady-in-waiting, her life entangled in power and hatred. After the Empress's death, she broke free from the shackles of her identity and married Tang Thirty-Six, who deeply loved her. She thought she could find peace while assisting the new emperor Yu Ren, but the Pope's conspiracy forced her into the final power struggle. After her assassination attempt failed, she was seriously injured and fell into a coma, eventually retiring from the martial world in a vegetative state. Her ending was tragic.]
Tian Xiwei carefully read the detailed introduction of Mo Yu's character.

He is a tragic character.

It reveals the cruelty of power struggles, showing that even the strongest tactics cannot withstand the cruel tricks of fate.

No mention of Akiyama-kun was found.

Tian Xiwei picked up the contract for the role of the little black dragon and tentatively asked Jiang Yang, "Jiang Yang, about that..."

She noticed that Jiang Yang was still sitting on the other side of the sofa, leaning back, scrolling through his phone with one hand and reaching the other hand under the blanket covering her legs to warm her feet.

The insteps that were originally cold have now warmed up.

The soles of my feet are still cold.

Hearing Tian Xi call him, he put down his phone, looked over, and smiled, humming in response.

Tian Xiwei originally wanted to ask whether the character Mo Yu and Qiu Shan Jun, played by Jiang Yang, had any interaction in the plot, and how many scenes they had together.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't ask: "It's nothing, I just wanted to call you."

Are your feet warm yet?

"not yet."

"Tell me when you've chosen."

Jiang Yang lowered his head and continued scrolling through his phone, while also warming Tian Xiwei's feet.

Tian Xiwei picked up the second contract, stared at Jiang Yang for a few seconds, and hid her faint smile behind the contract.

Actually, her feet were already warm, so she didn't need Jiang Yang to massage them.

But I don't want to tell Jiang Yang.

I feel very uncomfortable with such close contact.

But they were also afraid that Jiang Yang would really stop.

Tian Xiwei then opened the contract for the role of Little Black Dragon.

The terms and conditions are roughly the same as Mo Yu's role, but the pay is different.

One hundred and thirty thousand.

The share I received was over 90,000.

That's quite a lot!
Turn the pages one by one to the last one.

First, let's look at a brief summary of the little black dragon's role in the story:
[From a wild, untamed dragon to a spirit willing to die for its friends, the little black dragon's ending is filled with warmth.]
Tian Xiwei silently read the detailed introduction of the Little Black Dragon character:

[The Black Dragon, originally a captive beast, had her fate changed by meeting Chen Changsheng. From initial hostility, she became his protector, accompanying him on his adventures. In the final battle, she used her true dragon blood to heal Chen Changsheng's wounds and even sacrificed her dragon scales, cultivated for nineteen years, to attract the Holy Empress's attention, sacrificing herself to save Chen Changsheng's life. Her sacrifice embodies the theme of "protection."]
He also has no interaction with the character Akiyama-kun.

Tian Xiwei then looked at the contract for the last female role.

This is a special contract for the role of Nan Ke.
I understand that the remuneration for a special contract is the lowest.

Open.

The pay was clearly stated as 60,000 yuan.

After deducting the tax, I received over 40,000 yuan.

Compared to the previous two contracts, this is vastly different.

In terms of income, this is the contract I least want out of the three.

I opened it out of curiosity.

The terms and conditions were largely the same as the previous two. Finally, I flipped to the synopsis of Nan Ke's role:
[Nan Ke's upbringing reflects the gray area beyond good and evil; there is no absolute good or evil, only the struggle of individuals swept up by the times.]
The following is a detailed introduction from Nan Ke:
[Nan Ke is the daughter of the previous Demon Lord, a disciple of the Black Robe, and possesses peacock blood. She was banished from the Demon Clan due to Han Qing's manipulation of the throne, and forced to leave Snow Old City, continuing her destiny as a lonely peacock. She has a separate romantic storyline with Qiu Shan Jun. After Qiu Shan Jun's death, she takes his body with her, searching for a place to belong amidst her obsession. Throughout her life, she struggles between racial hatred and personal emotions, ultimately becoming an unconquered pawn in a game of power struggles.]
Tian Xiwei spent an exceptionally long time studying this contract.

The focus was on the detailed plot introductions of the characters.

Staring at the name 'Akiyama-kun', her eyelashes trembled.

I flipped back to the previous pages and looked at the paychecks.

I'm making a decision in my heart.

Actually, when you think about it, there's not much to choose from.

This is my first opportunity to act in a film or television drama, and it's a television drama broadcast on a major television network.

Being broadcast on satellite means that it can not only be broadcast on online platforms, but also on television, so that the whole family can see it.

Opportunity is the most important thing.

Every contract represents an opportunity.

Tian Xiwei secretly pinched her thigh with her left hand, forcing herself to calm down.

Without Jiang Yang, I wouldn't even have this opportunity.

If everyone chooses the highest-paying contract, wouldn't the company be in chaos? Jiang Yang would definitely have a headache.

There are always people who have to compromise on their paychecks, so why can't that person be me?

A bunch of reasons popped into Tian Xiwei's mind to convince herself.

To conceal the true thoughts in her heart that made her act illogically, based entirely on feelings.

"I choose this contract, Nanke's." Tian Xiwei singled out Nanke's contract. (End of Chapter)