Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"That's great, thank you so much, young man," Zhang Ruonan said reservedly.

She didn't dare to make eye contact with Huang Bo.

With his shoulders hunched, he looked at the registration tutorial Huang Bo had listed on his phone: "Judging from your son's accent, he's from Qingdao. I'm also from Qingdao, we're from the same hometown. Your son is busy and not around to help you, so please think of me as your son."

“I’m also from Qingdao,” Zhang Ruonan said.

"Oh right, I recognized that." Huang Bo laughed.

I could just hear that the actor was deliberately imitating the Qingdao accent.

It's just that the imitation is very clumsy.

His poor listening skills made it obvious that it was fake.

But, to my dismay, it was something I desperately wanted to be true.

He continued, "We're from the same hometown. When we're away from home, we see each other and tears well up in our eyes. We help each other out, and our hearts are always with each other."

Zhang Ruonan's gaze fell on Huang Bo's hair: "Young man, your hair is just like my son's, naturally curly."

"Yeah, I've had curly hair since I was little, it's natural." Huang Bo's voice trembled slightly as he unconsciously touched his temples.

Not a moment later.

Zhang Ruonan learned how to register for an appointment on a WeChat official account.

After thanking Huang Bo a few times, Huang Bo returned to his seat.

He chatted casually with Sun Honglei, but his eyes were always fixed on Zhang Ruonan.

I noticed that Zhang Ruonan would stop eating after taking just a couple of bites.

Pretending to struggle.

My wrists trembled slightly each time I picked up the noodles.

When eating noodles, try to stretch your head and bring your mouth close.

As Huang Bo watched, he closed his eyes, his lips twitched down, and he covered his eyes with his hand.

Even though I knew it was fake.

The actor's performance was full of flaws.

But looking at this face that resembles her mother by seven or eight points, even with a stiff expression, she just wanted it to be real.

Pretending not to know is false, and it naturally becomes true.

"Auntie, let me help you."

Huang Bo took a small bowl and sat down.

After obtaining Zhang Ruonan's consent, the noodles were taken out, placed in a small bowl, and gently blew on to cool them down before being fed to Zhang Ruonan.

"Thank you for your trouble, young man." Zhang Ruonan chuckled, mimicking the old man's tone of voice: "When people get old, they become useless and are easily injured."

"You're not old at all, not old at all."

Huang Bo laughed and said, "I'm not a young man anymore, I'm not young either."

"You're so young, much better than me, in your prime. Thank you so much."

Zhang Ruonan kept expressing her gratitude.

Chatting and chatting.

Huang Bo suddenly turned his head away and secretly wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.

He knelt beside Zhang Ruonan the whole time and fed her the entire bowl of noodles.

Sun Honglei didn't cause any trouble or disrupt things. He sat quietly to the side, watching the scene unfold with a slight smile on his face.

These few minutes were the quietest moment he had recorded during this episode.

As I looked at it, I suddenly thought of my family.

My father has been gone for eight years.

The mother's time is longer.

He had never even seen his mother when she was old.

In their early years, their parents had meager incomes, and with three brothers in the family, life was difficult. Their mother would collect scraps in her spare time to supplement the family income.

The most regrettable thing is that when you've made it big and have the ability to fulfill your filial duties, you no longer have the opportunity.

I can afford the cherries that my mother couldn't bear to eat back then, but I can no longer hear her scolding me for wasting money.

The hugs we missed all those years have turned into ashes that can never be burned during the Qingming Festival.

The son wants to take care of him, but he doesn't want to be loved.

I long to make my parents proud of me, to see how spirited and confident I am.

"The production team did a really good job this time." He sighed softly.

Sun Honglei blinked a few times, realizing his eyes were getting wet, and put his sunglasses back on.

As Huang Bo was seeing Zhang Ruonan off from the noodle shop, he suddenly said, "Auntie, could you do me a favor?"

Zhang Ruonan, her back hunched, had already arrived at the entrance of the noodle shop.

Once you leave and get out of here, this part of the performance will be over.

I don't know how well I acted.

I wonder if it will have any entertainment value.

It's unclear how much of the program will be edited out and aired, and even more uncertain whether Jiang Yang will be satisfied.

At least it was completed successfully.

Fortunately, Sun Honglei did not cause any trouble.

Huang Bo's sudden question made her shudder: "What kind of help?"

"Could you call me son?" Huang Bo smiled, pursing his lips.

Pause.

He tried to speak but couldn't utter a word. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he forced a weak smile as he said, "I'll use the Qingdao dialect."

Zhang Ruonan felt a sense of relief.

In Qingdao dialect, "明白儿砸" means son.

Moreover, there was a solution to Huang Bo's words on the script Jiang Yang had given him earlier.

The boss guessed the right exam questions for himself.

"Son, it's getting cold, wear more clothes. You're busy with work, so take care of yourself. Mom is doing well. Come home to visit when you have time. Mom misses you." Zhang Ruonan waved to Huang Bo.

Walk away.

He hunched over the whole time, imitating the walking posture of an old person.

Full of loopholes.

But Huang Bo kept watching.

Huang Bo only returned to the noodle shop after he saw Zhang Ruonan disappear around the corner at the end of the street.

He did not sit back down opposite Sun Honglei.

Instead, I walked towards the corner inside the kitchen, bumped into a chair but didn't feel any pain.

I understand that this place shouldn't be captured by surveillance cameras.

His previously feigned relaxed expression suddenly crumbled.

He slowly squatted down, holding onto the wall, his fingers spreading out and then curling up.

Shoulders tremble.

Silent weeping.

Tears dripped vertically.

The trembling traveled from the shoulder blades to the heels.

Even knowing the other person is acting, you still take the fake as real.

The best entertainment value often comes from the tears that people least want to be filmed.

Sitting on the wooden table against the wall, with a camera in his backpack, the crew member who was secretly filming had also gotten teary-eyed at some point, and was filming Huang Bo's back.

"The production team is really something, coming up with this kind of segment. Seeing Xiao Bo like this makes me feel bad too."

Sun Honglei stood up, looked around, and said to the surveillance camera that was somewhere, "Stop filming, okay? Give Xiao Bo some private space. Xiao Bo, do you need a tissue? I have some."

He came up behind Huang Bo and handed him a piece of paper.

"Honglei, you're still the one who takes care of me. It would be so embarrassing if the production crew filmed me like this..."

Huang Bo turned around to take the paper, only to find that Sun Honglei was holding up his phone with the camera pointed at him, recording him. He squinted with amusement and said, "Look, everyone, Huang Bo looks really ugly when he cries. His snot is all over his mouth!"

"Sun Honglei, how can you be so despicable?!"

Huang Bo reached out and snatched Sun Honglei's phone.

The two left the noodle shop in a row.

Inside the broadcast van.

Yan Min looked at the multi-view splitter in front of him, the main screen frozen on a close-up of Huang Bo's trembling shoulder. He slapped his thigh, pointed at the monitor, and pushed up his glasses with his middle finger:

"Great! This performance was excellent, it absolutely has to be included in the final cut! It's so entertaining, Jiang Yang, did you deliberately make your artist's performance so full of flaws?"

There's a director in the car who can switch shots at any time.

An audio engineer wore noise-canceling headphones to capture ambient sounds.

Jiang Yang waved his hand and said, "It wasn't intentional, it's just that Zhang Ruonan's acting skills are rusty."

She has confessed everything that needed to be explained to Zhang Ruonan.

It all depends on Zhang Ruonan's own efforts.

But the acting was terrible.

The angle at which the chopsticks crossed varied greatly, and my forearm shook violently every time I tried to pick up noodles.

The neck is stretched forward too much, and the frowning rhythm is too regular.

Zhang Ruonan remembered all the acting techniques she was taught.

Performing by rote, on the contrary, makes the performance seem too performative.

Huang Bo and Sun Honglei could definitely tell.

Unexpectedly, the show became very popular and reached a new level.

Huang Bo knew perfectly well that these were actors from the show's production team, but he still couldn't help but get emotionally involved.

"Xiao Jiang, you're being modest. You must have done it on purpose, knowing that this would create a good show effect. It was really fake, but it worked even better than acting realistically."

Audiences definitely want to see celebrities cry because of fake stuff.

Pause.

Yan Min cleared his throat: "President Xu and I are friends. Before the external liaison coordinator sent me your contract with Zhang Ruonan, I asked President Xu for the video of you and those girls from your company auditioning for Ze Tian Ji. They really have some talent."

Yan Min leaned forward, resting his elbows on the control panel, intently watching Zhang Ruonan's performance, and smiled:
"Xiao Jiang, luckily you recorded some behind-the-scenes footage of your interactions with Yang Chaoyue during the last recording. If you become popular, I'll put the footage of your interactions with Chaoyue in the bonus version when the show goes online tomorrow. You should agree, right?"

"No problem, I agree. The copyright is with you. Director Yan, you don't even need to tell me about this."

"I should at least say hello to you, we're friends."

Jiang Yang's focus was on the program's airing time: "The program will be online tomorrow?"

"Yes, it will be available on Youku tomorrow, with two episodes airing back-to-back."

After the discussion, Jiang Yang understood the situation.

I originally thought that this season of Go Fighting! would be like the first season, with the entire season pre-recorded. But it turns out that a certain number of episodes were pre-recorded first, and then filmed and broadcasted simultaneously, with a week left for post-production.

"Xiao Jiang, it's your turn. Huang Bo and Duo Duo have completed their task and are almost at the post office."

"I'm going, Director Yan."

Jiang Yang pushed open the door and left.

He took out his phone, randomly clicked on a group chat, and found it was the "[Three Scoundrels]" group. He sent a message: ["@Yang Chaoyue, Chaoyue, register your public social media accounts on various platforms. I'll have them registered before I get back."]
Yang Chaoyue did not reply.

Jiang Yang then sent a message: ["If I find you haven't finished, I'll spank you with a slipper."]
Yang Chaoyue chimed in: [“Mission accomplished!”]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“Chaoyue, Xiao Jiang actually hit you with a slipper? Tell me, I’m not afraid of him.”]
Yang Chaoyue replied to Zhao Jinmai: [“Brother Yang dares to hit me today, he dares to conquer the world tomorrow. I believe that following a boss like him will bring good days.”]
It seems like they had a premonition of something.

Yang Chaoyue sent another message: [“Brother Yang, is the show we recorded last year going to air?”]
Jiang Yang replied: ["Yes, it will be online tomorrow. After you register your account, post a video. Think about the content yourself first, make sure your followers know who you are."]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“You two secretly recorded a program? How could you keep it from me until today? What program was it, Xiao Jiang? Tell me quickly, @JiangYang.”]
Jiang Yang replied with four words: [“Lecture Room”]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: ["Okay, I'll call my mom tomorrow, and we'll watch it right on time!"]
The phone vibrates.

I received a private message from Zhang Ruonan: ["Boss, I'm done filming. I'm in the dressing room you took me to earlier. Is there anything I can do for you?"]
Jiang Yang typed back: ["Just wait for me to come find you."]
Zhang Ruonan sent a message: ["Okay, boss, I'll just sit here and not go anywhere. You'll see me as soon as you come in."]
Jiang Yang came out of the dressing room, put on makeup, changed her clothes, and headed to the old post office.

The show is still being recorded, and his performance fee has increased tenfold, reaching a full 100,000 yuan.

Don't be careless.

The program team gave him only one task: to play a deaf-mute person and trick Huang Lei and Huang Duoduo into spending money on him.

The goal of creating a program is to let the audience see whether celebrities have any kindness towards ordinary people and vulnerable groups in private.

Yan Min picked up the walkie-talkie with its worn handle and adjusted the channel: "Attention, camera crew, Jiang Yang, who plays a deaf-mute, is about to interact with Huang Lei and Huang Duoduo."
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P.S.: Zhang Ruonan: "I think people should be themselves as long as they don't hurt others... Please vote for me!" (End of Chapter)