Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"Did I really scare you?"

"Just eat properly, don't act so neurotic..."

Jiang Yang hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, Yang Chaoyue grabbed his shoulder and pushed him against the partition wall next to him. Half of his back hit the wall, and he dropped one of his disposable chopsticks. He almost spat out the braised pork trotter rice in his mouth: "Are you out of your mind? You've gone against the natural order."

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue laughed heartily.

I don't know what "倒反天罡" means.

It only made me more certain that my boss was different from before.

She leaned forward, her messy, frizzy bangs fluttering around her mouth and blowing against Jiang Yang's cheek as she spoke: "If I had treated you like this before, you wouldn't have said this."

She laughed and said, "You can't even speak properly, you just stare at me with that very intimidating gaze, and I immediately chicken out."

"is it?"

Jiang Yang was slightly taken aback.

Suddenly, I realized that what Yang Chaoyue said seemed to make sense.

Upon closer examination...

so funny.

He was the boss, yet he tried to reason with Yang Chaoyue, and almost got tricked by Yang Chaoyue: "Are you kidding me?"

Jiang Yang raised his hand and pressed it against Yang Chaoyue's face, pushing Yang Chaoyue away.

Sit back down.

Then, grabbing Yang Chaoyue by the collar of her fluffy pajamas, he lifted her up so that her toes barely touched the ground.

Yang Chaoyue waved his hands in the air twice, then came to his senses: "Boss, what are you doing?"

"This will teach you a lesson."

Yang Chaoyue didn't understand Jiang Yang's meaning, and suddenly felt Jiang Yang pull away the slipper that was hooked on his toes.

Then came two loud slaps, and my butt started to hurt.

Now I understand what Jiang Yang means: "Brother Yang, I know I was wrong."

"Do you know you were wrong? Do you feel the pain now?"

Two more slapping sounds.

He was beaten through his thick, plush pajama pants.

Yang Chaoyue put his hands behind his back and covered his buttocks: "Brother Yang, that really hurt."

"I still like your rebellious look just now. Take some time to recover."

She realized that Jiang Yang had let go of her.

Yang Chaoyue sat down at the desk again, pressing his feet firmly against his slippers, as if afraid Jiang Yang would snatch them away again.

She realized that her boss seemed genuinely angry.

This is a big deal.

They didn't even have time to eat the braised pork trotters rice.

You need to appease the boss first.

I know Jiang Yang isn't a petty person, but when he gets petty, he's not human.

I once talked with Huang Lei on set about what to do if I accidentally made Yang Ge (Huang Lei's nickname) angry one day.

Huang Lei's answer was very straightforward.

Just praise Jiang Yang.

No boss dislikes being praised; you should give your boss plenty of face.

Noticing a candied hawthorn on the table, Yang Chaoyue asked, "Brother Yang, is this for me?"

"Eat up, eat up," Jiang Yang said impatiently.

Yang Chaoyue picked one up and ate it: "Brother Yang, what's this?"

"Candied hawthorn berries."

"What? You're saying this is candied hawthorn? You're saying what I just ate was candied hawthorn?" Yang Chaoyue's tone was exaggerated, his flattery exaggerated.

Her eyes widened like saucers, gleaming with lightning-like shrewdness:
"Is it a candied hawthorn skewer with seven or eight hawthorns on a stick, and the hawthorns are coated with sugar?"

Yang Chaoyue blinked too frequently, revealing the signs of acting.

He danced with joy, holding a candied hawthorn stick, his shoulders shrugged.

They deliberately created the impression that the person was naive and unsophisticated.

Speaking rapidly with a tremor in her voice and off-key emphasis: "I heard that the outer layer is crunchy and the inside is sweet and sour, making you want to eat a second one after the first one. I finally got to eat candied hawthorn today! I'm so lucky that you can buy something so delicious, Yang-ge!"

[Under your care, Yang Chaoyue's acting skills have improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.]

I got the attribute.

Yang Chaoyue is actually playing him out of nowhere.

Jiang Yang slowly turned his head to look at Yang Chaoyue: "Have you been spending too much time with Liu Haochun lately?"

Yang Chaoyue didn't answer Jiang Yang's question, but instead said with great joy:

"Brother Yang, I knew you were different from everyone else. The things you buy are always different from what others buy. Others simply can't get such tasteful food. If it weren't for you, I would never have been able to eat such delicious candied hawthorns!!!"

"Okay, stop talking. It's so awkward it's making my scalp tingle. I'm not angry."

"You're just angry."

"I'm really not angry."

"You're angry! I can make your Yang brother happy."

"Shut up, you!"

Yang Chaoyue originally had a lot more praise to say.

He didn't say it.

Jiang Yang was holding up a takeout container of pork trotter rice and shoveling the rice into her mouth, effectively silencing her.

I realized how difficult it is to be a boss.

Suddenly, I realized that Yang Chaoyue's approach wasn't so bad after all.

You can exploit attributes at any time.

The commotion will subside after a while.

After finishing the braised pork trotters and candied hawthorns, we arrived at the reception area in Jiang Yang's room.

I sat on the fabric sofa.

There is a coffee table in front of me.

When Jiang Yang took out the three role contracts from the coffee table drawer.

Yang Chaoyue's teasing smile with Jiang Yang vanished, and his heart began to race.

One for the lead actor, one for a regular actor, and one for a guest star.

Just by looking at the words on the cover, you can tell that they represent different salaries.

"Chaoyue, these three contracts offer a profit share of 40,000 yuan, 90,000 yuan, and 210,000 yuan. Which one do you want?" Upon hearing this...

Yang Chaoyue's pupils contracted, his gaze fixed on the main actors' contracts, unable to look away.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, her breath trembled slightly as she inhaled, and she blurted out instinctively, "I... I want 210,000 yuan."

Only after I finished speaking did I realize what I had said.

She pursed her lips.

Throat bobbing twice
"Brother Yang, do you remember the first time we met?"

Yang Chaoyue smirked, "I was wearing twenty-yuan canvas shoes, and the soles were coming unglued so I didn't dare squat down. Now I can actually demand the most expensive contract with such confidence. Have I become a bad person?"

After saying that, he suddenly bit the soft flesh of his cheek.

Using menstrual pain to mask heartache
Jiang Yang took out the contract with the highest salary and handed it to Yang Chaoyue: "Take it."

The sudden action made Yang Chaoyue feel uneasy.

I don't dare accept the contract.

Which contract did Tian Xiwei choose?
I didn't dare ask.

This is most likely the highest-paid actor in the film.

Toes curled up inside slippers.

Subconsciously, I assumed that Liu Haochun would make the same choice as me.

They want the highest pay.

“Brother Yang, actually, no matter which contract you give me, I will perform well. Even the lowest one, which is 40,000 yuan, is still 40,000 yuan. That’s almost a year’s income I used to earn in the factory. What more could I ask for?”

They didn't manage to leverage their acting skills.

This shows that Yang Chaoyue was telling the truth.

Jiang Yang did not interrupt Yang Chaoyue, letting Yang Chaoyue talk on his own while he listened silently.

Yang Chaoyue continued, "If I were given the contract with the highest pay, I would take the initiative to apologize to Xiwei and Haochun."

Yang Chaoyue hesitated for a second, then suddenly looked up and stared directly at Jiang Yang's forehead: "But Brother Yang, I don't want to lie to you. I will apologize, but I don't think I was wrong."

Jiang Yang had originally prepared the highest-paying contract for Yang Chaoyue.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have notified Yang Chaoyue first, instead of Liu Haochun.

“If I had to say sorry, I would only say it to one person,” Yang Chaoyue suddenly said.

"Who?"

"It's just... it's just that saying it out loud sounds a bit sentimental..."

Yang Chaoyue looked up and smiled, then turned his head to look at the mirror near the wall in the reception area.

He forced a lighthearted laugh.

His eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Feeling uneasy.

I noticed in the mirror that my mouth was stained with oil from braised pork trotters and sugar from candied hawthorns, and my hair was messy and frizzy.

Just like the disheveled version of myself I once was in the factory.

Yang Chaoyue's gaze froze for a moment, as if he had been stung by his past self.

My body curls up slightly, wanting to hide, yet forcing myself to face it.

After her parents divorced, she endured the hardships of her student years and the struggles of dropping out of school to work.

After following Jiang Yang, their living conditions improved.

Earning more and more money.

Father felt more and more at ease with himself.

But every time I wake up in the middle of the night, I'm always afraid that I'm dreaming.

“Brother Yang, sometimes I get scared. I’m afraid it’s all fake. I’m afraid that one day I’ll wake up and find myself still in that factory. The more money I earn, the more I feel like I don’t deserve it.”

Her eyes were already red as she spoke.

Jiang Yang didn't know why Yang Chaoyue would suddenly act this way.

This state of being immersed in emotions is helpful for future filming.

When playing similar emotional scenes in the future, Yang Chaoyue can use his own real-life experiences to shape the character.

Deep emotional experiences in daily life, the pain of heartbreak, and the joy of success can all become material for performances.

It can be quickly invoked when a similar emotion is needed.

The better Yang Chaoyue's acting career goes, the more money he will receive in the future.

Jiang Yang didn't ask directly, but observed with his eyes, waiting for Yang Chaoyue to speak first.

He took out a tissue, pressed it with his fingertip, and gently wiped Yang Chaoyue's eyes.

The movements were gentle yet firm.

There was only a little tear in the corner of my eye.

As Jiang Yang wiped his throat, Yang Chaoyue suddenly choked up.

Their emotional defenses crumbled.

Tears flowed silently, sliding down her jawline.

She held Jiang Yang's hand: "Brother Yang, I shouldn't have talked about these things. I shouldn't have let my negative emotions affect you. You're so good to me, I should be the one making you happy."

"It's alright, Chaoyue. I won't pry into your worries, but you can always trust me."

Jiang Yang patiently guided him.

You can feel that Yang Chaoyue's palms are icy cold.

He held it gently, warming it little by little: "You can tell me anything, this is our secret."

"I believe you, Yang-ge. I've always believed in you. Actually, I..."

Yang Chaoyue could barely control the first half of his sentence.

The second half of the sentence was squeezed out from deep in his throat with a breathy tone.

Looking directly at herself in the mirror, the smile on her lips turned bitter and gradually drooped downwards.

Feeling the warmth of Jiang Yang's palm, she gently warmed her hands.

She still dared not look at Jiang Yang.

His eyes were downcast.

She instinctively snuggled into Jiang Yang's arms.

An uncontrollable sense of dependence.

Jiang Yang gently pulled Yang Chaoyue into his arms.

There was no real hug.

Instead, he let Yang Chaoyue lean on his shoulder.

Yang Chaoyue bit her lower lip to prevent herself from crying out loud: "I want to say sorry to my past self."
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Yang Chaoyue: "That's life for me. Once you miss something, you can never go back... Please vote for me!" (End of Chapter)