Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"This is a contract for a featured actor, with the lowest pay."

Jiang Yang was quite surprised.

If I remember correctly, Nan Ke's salary was 60 million, and Tian Xiwei's share was more than 40,000 before tax.

"I know, it's my first film, so the opportunity is the most important thing." Afraid that she might change her mind, Tian Xiwei took out a pen and signed her name with bolder and heavier strokes than usual, the ink penetrating the paper.

"His screen time is also the least among the three characters."

"I've already signed it, why bother babbling on and on?"

Sometimes, the bravest choice is not to fight, but to willingly back down.

She wasn't stupid; she just had something more important in her heart than money.

Tian Xiwei's fingertips turned white as she handed the contract to Jiang Yang, reluctant to let go: "This contract is mine. Make it clear to Chaoyue and Haochun that if they want to play Nan Ke, they must tell me in time, and I will try my best to persuade them."

Done.

They were afraid that Jiang Yang would disagree.

Tian Xi left with light steps, her slippers slapping against the feet that Jiang Yang had warmed.

Go back to your room.

Tian Xiwei couldn't suppress the serious expression she had in Jiang Yang's room.

She didn't even bother to take off her cotton-padded coat; she lay down on the bed and huddled under the covers.

Let's carefully review the character profile of Nan Ke.

She silently recited one of the lines: "She has a separate romantic storyline with Qiushan-kun. After Qiushan-kun died, she took Qiushan-kun's body with her... Hehehe, bury it, bury Jiang Yang."

Grinn for a while.

Suddenly I realized something.

I sat up, held my breath, hugged my toes, and sniffed them hard.

I'm very afraid that I'll have smelly feet.

She was afraid of losing face, and also afraid that Jiang Yang would look down on her. She regretted her carelessness in not washing her feet.

Not smelling any odor, Tian Xiwei's five toes were comfortably fanned out.

He then raised his foot high to admire it, feeling inexplicably proud.

Then she pressed the back of her foot against her cheek: "It's hot. It really warms up."

Before long, he buried himself in the blankets and chuckled to himself for a while.

When I opened the Beijing Dance Academy's official website again and saw my score that showed I had been eliminated in the preliminary round, I suddenly felt less upset.

There are losses, but also gains.

I feel at ease.

After calming down, Tian Xi went out for breakfast and bought a rabbit figurine with Beijing characteristics for her younger sister.

After the audition was over and the role contract was signed, it was time to leave Beiping.

Leaving the hotel, I walked briskly towards the mall.

He signed the lowest-paying contract and was so happy that dimples appeared on his lips.

As she crossed the zebra crossing, Tian Xi glanced at the 120-second countdown timer on the traffic light and pouted slightly.

I've never seen a traffic light with such a long timer in my small hometown.

I took out my phone and saw a post on the Xiaohongshu app, which became popular a few years ago. The question was: What do you think is the most romantic thing to do when you are with someone you like?
There are many comments from female users below.

Among the most upvoted comments, one said that the foundation of romance is a sense of security, and that a boyfriend must add his name to the property deed and hand over all his salary; this is what true love is.

Some say that romance is when the other person can perceive your every emotional change, it's like "you understand even if I don't say it." Romance is when the other person can accurately guess what you want and actively fulfill it; it's meaningless to ask for it.

Looking at comments like these, Tian Xiwei felt something was off.

I can't quite explain why.

She thought for a moment, edited the text, and posted a comment:
[I always want to make a lot of money, but I'm also incredibly unambitious. When I have to make a decision, things don't go as planned. Actually, I think the most romantic thing is taking the subway or bus home after work, and having someone give me a ride home on an electric scooter. That would be so romantic... I have a bad temper, so please don't laugh at me.]
After posting this comment.

Continue scrolling through the comments section.

I finally found a comment that I liked, but it had fewer than ten likes:
[I think it's so romantic for two people to go grocery shopping together after get off work, cook dinner, then snuggle on the sofa to watch a movie or go for a walk. If we also had a cat or dog, we'd be absolutely blissful.]
Tian Xiwei silently gave it a thumbs up.

I noticed a reply to this comment: [What if it were like this every day?]
Tian Xiwei replied to this person: [That means being happy every day.]
Red light turns green.

Tian Xi looked cautiously at the passing vehicles, followed the flow of people onto the zebra crossing, and happily went to buy a doll for her younger sister.

The old man in the family threw away his sister's old doll.

Thinking about it still makes me angry. I didn't know that old toys are important to children.

When we get back, I'll give the old man a good scolding.

Jiang Yang sat on the leather sofa in the room, flipping through three contracts, focusing on the remuneration.

It was confirmed that Tian Xiwei did indeed choose the lowest-paying role.

"Are you out of your mind? You have money but you don't know how to use it. What are you thinking?"

If it were me, for the role of Mo Yu, with a contract for a salary of 300,000 yuan, even a second's hesitation would be disrespectful to money.

I thought Yang Chaoyue and Liu Haochun would both be vying for the highest-paying contract.

I was just wondering how to allocate the funds properly.

It's a good thing that Tian Xiwei has voluntarily withdrawn from the competition.

Yang Chaoyue and Liu Haochun are left.

I received a message from Huang Lei on my phone: ["Xiao Jiang, are you busy again?"]
Jiang Yang replied: ["No, I'm free today."]
Huang Lei sent a voice message, his tone very harsh, like a teacher scolding a student:
"When are you finally coming? There are over 30,000 applicants for the Beijing Film Academy this year, with over 7,000 in the acting department alone. Don't force me to yell at you in front of a crowd, you little brat."
Jiang Yang sent an editorial message: [“Coming now.”]
After packing his things, Jiang Yang went out.

By the way, I sent a message in the [Battle Girls 4] group: ["@All members, please don't ask me for the role contract yet. I'm going out for a bit and will be back this afternoon or evening. Xiwei's role has been chosen."]
Then came two more messages:
"By the way, Chaoyue, pack your things, we're heading back to Shanghai. Knowing Xu Xiaoou's stingy nature, if we stay in this hotel any longer, it'll probably cost me money. I'm even stingier than him."
"Book Zhang Ruonan tickets to Shanghai, and remind her to bring her contract. I've spoken with Director Yan Min; the last two episodes of 'Go Fighting!' will be filmed in Shanghai."
Drive the car out of the underground parking lot.

Jiang Yang took out his phone and glanced at it, only to find that no one had replied to him.

In my memory, when I was a company employee in my previous life, everyone received the message instantly when the boss sent it in the group chat, right?
I have absolutely no status as the boss.

Jiang Yang sent another message:
"Two sleeping gods, I'm truly impressed!"
Jiang Yang stepped on the gas, and the car headed west from Jiuxianqiao Road, then turned right onto the North Fourth Ring Road.

When passing by Hengtong Business Park, you can see LeEco's logo on the glass curtain wall office building.

From the vicinity of the Beijing Olympic Park, one can see the outlines of the Bird's Nest and the Water Cube in the distance. Upon arriving at the Beijing Film Academy, Jiang Yang looked up.

The building has a gray brick wall structure with the three-dimensional metal lettering "Beiping Film Academy" hanging above it.

The background wall of the main gate is earth-colored, while the large characters of "Beiping Film Academy" are made of gold foil.

The school gate was crowded with examinees and their parents, with the queue stretching from the gate to the subway station.

Most of the candidates wore plain-colored down jackets, while a few wore unusual costumes. Jiang Yang parked his car and came over to line up. He could even see a boy wearing a headband that said "I am the future movie star".

You can hear parents yelling: "Hold your admission ticket safe, don't take off your scarf, if your face is frozen, it will be difficult to make expressions during the performance in the examination room."

There was also a security guard yelling: "Exam admission ticket! Anyone without one, go to Jimen and line up to make a copy!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man wearing a mask handed Jiang Yang a business card: "If you don't pass the exam, come find me, I'll guarantee your debut."

He finished speaking without waiting for Jiang Yang's reaction.

Continue to keep an eye on the other candidates in line.

They specifically hand out business cards to people who are good-looking.

Halfway through the queue, Jiang Yang noticed a middle-aged woman in her early forties wearing a down jacket in front of him.

He carried a transparent document bag containing his exam admission ticket, wet wipes, and throat lozenges.

Stand quietly two meters away, avoiding conversation with other parents to prevent them from getting information out of you.

Her phone suddenly received a video call request. After answering, she grinned and spoke in the familiar Chongqing accent that Jiang Yang knew well:
"Mom, I'm accompanying Ye Ye to her art exam in Beiping. There are so many people there."

On the phone screen was an elderly man in his seventies, with gray hair and deep wrinkles, grinning at the camera.

After chatting for a few minutes, she handed her phone to her daughter in the line of test takers:
"Ye Ye, Grandma's video. She knew you had your exam today, so she sat in front of the TV early this morning waiting for the Chongqing TV station's news about the art exams, hoping to catch a glimpse of you."

Jiang Yang's gaze fell on the girl who took the phone.

He is 1.65 meters tall.

She was wearing a light camel-colored long down jacket over a pure white turtleneck sweater.

She wore black straight-leg jeans and a pair of Dr. Martens boots.

A full forehead, a smooth jawline, and smooth cheekbones.

The eyes are long and narrow, with the outer corners slightly upturned.

The nose is high and broad, with a natural curve in the bridge and a slightly downturned tip.

The upper lip has a distinct M-shaped curve, while the lower lip is full.

She wore her hair in a high ponytail without bangs, exposing her forehead so that the examiners could easily see her bone structure.

She has fair skin, and has applied a very light layer of sunscreen and a light mauve lip gloss.

She repeatedly adjusted her hair and collar.

To conceal nervousness.

His gaze wandered, he blinked frequently, occasionally glancing up at the direction of the Beijing Film Academy's gate, only to quickly look away again.

The girl didn't hear her mother's voice the first time, so she had to be called a second time before she came to her senses.

She gripped her phone tightly with both hands, and when she saw her grandmother's face, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

A conditioned reflex of peace of mind.

Relax your body slightly, lower your shoulders, and reduce the pressure on your hand when holding the phone.

I called out to my grandmother a few times with a smile, but she didn't respond.

The mother beside me reminded me:

"Speak louder, your grandma is hard of hearing and can't hear you."

The young woman raised her voice to chat with her grandmother, her smile radiant, speaking in the familiar, authentic Jiangyang dialect. Her hand holding the phone trembled slightly, partly from the cold, and partly from nervousness.
"Grandma, how could I not miss you!"

When the sound was loud, the grandmother in the video could hear what the girl was saying, and her eyebrows flew up into her hairline.

The old man's exaggerated joy.

They started chatting.

Jiang Yang couldn't hear what the girl's grandmother was saying in the video call, but he could clearly hear the girl deliberately raising her voice to chat with her grandmother.

"It's very cold in Beiping, so don't go out to dance in the square. Wait for Mom and me to come back and dance with you!"

"Don't worry about my exam. I'm doing great. If the examiner doesn't want me, I'll go back to Chongqing and open a hot pot restaurant to support you."

When she got excited, the girl unconsciously rubbed her toes on the ground.

The ends of her hair trembled.

After we finished talking.

Give the phone back to Mom.

The girl gradually straightened up, her toes turning inward to point naturally forward, and her shoulders completely relaxed.

"I'm not nervous anymore. After chatting with my grandma for a bit, I feel much more at ease."

Thinking back to my childhood with my grandmother warms my heart.

I was born in Chongqing and lived there with my maternal grandparents. After I turned five, I moved to Huizhou with my parents and studied there.

My maternal grandmother ran a small shop before I was born. She was an excellent cook and a skilled sewer, and often made pajamas and colorful floral dresses for me and my sister.

Later, my grandmother's eyesight deteriorated, and she stopped doing sewing work and took a liking to playing mahjong.

I've always loved spending time with my grandparents since I was little, so much so that even after moving to Huizhou, my Cantonese isn't fluent, but I'm getting better and better at speaking the local dialect.

Mom smiled, her crow's feet appearing on her face, her toes pointing towards the exam hall: "It's okay, it's no big deal if you don't pass."

[Potential nurturing partner discovered: Zhou Ye. Should we bind him?]

[Insufficient character progression slots prevent binding]
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Ps:

Yang Chaoyue: "Thank you to the Abyss Throne for the 1000 points. I will hold on to this gift from God and make the most of it."

Tian Xiwei: "For us little ones, living kindly and happily is the best way to deal with the world. Please vote for me!" (End of Chapter)