Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 346 Zhang Ruonan, consider it repaying Jiang Yang's kindness.
Jiang Yang opened WeChat again.

Chen Ming from Cushman & Wakefield sent another message: [“The Yangcheng Lake Digital Cultural and Creative Park in Suzhou can access top-tier resources in Shanghai, but the rent is only one-third of that in Shanghai. It’s also more cost-effective than Yancheng. Mr. Jiang, why do you insist on Yancheng?”]
Yes, why choose Yancheng?

If it were me last year, when I posted that job notice on the recruitment board of a textile factory in Songjiang District, Shanghai, I would have rejected it too if I had seen this question.

Can be biased.

since that day.

I saw a girl walking out of a textile factory wearing a light blue factory uniform. She even gave the wrong weight during her first audition. She couldn't walk steadily on the red carpet at her first film opening ceremony. She was teased by reporters to the point of almost crying, but she still insisted that factory girls can also be actresses.

Now this girl has learned to steal his red envelopes, kick him out of the group chat, and even dares to teach newcomers how to act on set.

I casually opened the private photo album in QQ.

Click on a photo.

This is a red banner written by Yang Chaoyue in front of the wishing tree in his hometown of Wanggang Village, Yancheng.

He took the photo last year when he took Yang Chaoyue home.

It reads: "[Happiness doesn't belong to the poor, nor to the rich, but to those who are content. I hope I can always be content in the future, and I hope that I, my family, and my boss will always be happy—2015, Yang Chaoyue, 17 years old]"
Swipe your finger across the screen.

Next photo.

It was still the red strip that Yang Chaoyue wrote on the wishing tree.

The crooked characters were written by Yang Chaoyue during the Chinese New Year.

The message reads: [I hide the roses behind my back, always hoping to keep my promise to you—Yang Chaoyue, 17 years old, 2016]
Then flip back.

It was another red prayer note written by Yang Chaoyue.

This time, it wasn't taken by Yang Chaoyue or Jiang Yang.

It was a screenshot of a video call, with a small video frame showing Liu Haochun lying on the headboard of a hospital bed in the upper right corner.

The red slip reads: "[Yang Ge gave me an extra zero when he paid me last month. I hope he never finds out. — Yang Chaoyue, 17 years old, 2016]"
As Jiang Yang watched, a smile crept onto his lips.

Yang Chaoyue's prayer failed this time.

Because Liu Haochun accepted Yang Chaoyue's 400 yuan confidentiality fee, he kept it a secret only during the day and sent it to him that night.

He planned to keep it a secret from Yang Chaoyue, making her think that he didn't know about it.

It made her feel that her prayers on the wishing tree in her home would always come true.

I heard Yang Chaoyue say that she most wants to work in Yancheng, which is close to home and makes it convenient for her to go back to her hometown.

Jiang Yang typed and sent a message to Chen Ming of Cushman & Wakefield: ["I'll choose Yancheng. Help me see which cultural enterprises Yancheng is currently supporting, what special subsidies I can apply for in the cultural industry, and how to calculate the cost of recruiting media arts graduates from Yancheng Normal University."]
"Yes, Mr. Jiang."
Let's chat for a bit.

Seeing that Jiang Yang's decision was unchangeable, Chen Ming stopped trying to persuade him.

He's obviously a first-time entrepreneur who just got lucky and gained some fame from acting in "A Little Reunion." No normal person would open an entertainment company in Yancheng, Jiangsu.

Most of them choose to locate their industrial parks in cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, Linchuan, and Suzhou.

The main thing is.

After completing this order, the commission income and local subsidy service fees in these cities are much higher than in Yancheng.

Even the commission income of decoration companies in Yancheng's office buildings is far lower than that in other cities.

Another stingy boss.

Chen Ming sent another message: [“Actually, Yancheng also has unique advantages, such as extremely low operating costs and government support, making it suitable for the initial transition. Once the artist's popularity rises, I suggest arranging another office in Nanjing or Suzhou to facilitate access to higher-level resources. You can contact me if needed.”]
Tian Xiwei sat in front of the mirror applying makeup.

I opened the document that Jiang Yang had sent me earlier.

It lists the questions reporters might ask, along with the corresponding responses.

I've read it several times, memorized it, and then I read it again to reinforce my impression.

Then she remembered the words she hadn't finished saying when Jiang Yang had just fallen beside her.

Looking back, the sheets, slightly sunken and still warm, were where Jiang Yang had just lain.

She posted a private message on her WeChat Moments.

The accompanying photo was taken at the entrance of Tongliang Middle School on the last time Jiang Yang took her to school.

The morning mist hadn't dissipated, and the rising sun shone obliquely.

Jiang Yang, wearing a blue and white school uniform with the words "Tongliang Middle School" printed on the back, was walking away, his figure long and blurry.

There is a light pink hickey on the right side of my neck.

The caption is:
[After graduation, and in a few years, I wonder what our future will be like. Could you wear your school uniform to pick me up one more time? I want that little girl who secretly watched you in the school corridor to see her boy walk towards her, step by step, openly and honestly.]
My gaze lingered on this photograph.

I remember the night I first met Jiang Yang.

The silhouette of a car with its high beams cut off in the back alley of Tongliang Middle School.

It is the first glimpse of one's youth, and also the first glimpse of the future.

Zhang Ruonan opened the concealer foundation on the vanity table and pressed it with a wet beauty sponge to ensure it adhered well before applying her base makeup.

At most, you can make your makeup look delicate, but not heavy.

Because she was only playing a minor supporting role, she couldn't steal the spotlight from the lead actress, Gulnazar.

Set your makeup with translucent loose powder.

Looking at the contract for the role in "Fighter of the Destiny" on the table, and reflecting on the experiences of this period, it still feels like a dream.

During last year's job interview, there were many girls with better qualifications than me, but they chose me.

Without an audition or screen test, he directly became a guest actor on the wildly popular variety show "Go Fighting!" and acted in a scene with Huang Bo.

Now he has even landed a role in a popular TV series based on the popular IP "Fighter of the Destiny".

At first, I genuinely thought I was lucky. But gradually, I began to have doubts.

Even if you're lucky, it can't be this good; you're not a lucky charm.

My income is much higher than before, and I no longer have the backstabbing and infighting I used to experience in the workplace. Instead, I feel even more unworthy of these things.

"Jiang Yang, what exactly are you after from me?"

We need to figure this out.

I've always had a feeling of unease.

Is it just because she's obedient? Impossible. If Jiang Yang wanted, there would be plenty of girls who are even more obedient and have better looks than her.

Lost in thought.

When using an eyeliner to pull the outer corner of my eye, I didn't control the pressure and pulled the outer corner of my eye upwards.

Suddenly, I remembered that Tian Xiwei had mentioned that Jiang Yang had a girlfriend in high school, but they were forcibly broken up by his teachers and parents.

"Is Jiang Yang using me to observe someone's shadow?"

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door.

Zhang Ruonan called out who it was and heard Jiang Yang's response from outside.

She got up to open the door, but suddenly stopped.

I looked back at myself in the mirror.

My heart skipped a beat.

She reached out and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, then took out the white stockings from her bag.

"Anyway, everyone wants to get something out of it. When I was a model, those bosses would touch me inappropriately, but at least Jiang Yang never let me drink alcohol."

I opened my younger brother's Weibo account.

I saw he posted something yesterday:
The accompanying picture is the younger brother's phone, and the screensaver is a childhood photo of the siblings.

The caption reads: "[Last night at dinner, my parents were again saying that my older sister is a good-for-nothing, a good-for-nothing, and will never amount to anything.]"

They use the money she sends back and eat the groceries she buys, so what right do they have to say such things about her?
I couldn't take it anymore, so I slammed my fist on the table and yelled, "My sister has a bright future ahead of her!"

As a result, my mom slapped me across the face.

Dad continued to pretend he was deaf and dumb while eating.

Sister, it's actually me who's accomplished nothing, but I remember all the kindness you've shown me, and I'll always be on your side.
My younger brother was beaten by our parents for his own sake.

Because I was using my main account, I didn't dare comment on or like my brother's Weibo post, fearing that if I gained more followers, netizens would dig up information about my family.

She wanted to wrest back her parents' favoritism towards her younger brother, but she also felt sorry for him.

I want to be ruthless and cut it off, but I just can't let go.

Zhang Ruonan's fingers trembled as she put on white stockings, highlighting the muscle lines of her calves—the result of daily catwalk practice during high school.

The point is to let everyone know that I'm not a money-loser.

She stared at her collarbone, which was exposed after she unbuttoned her clothes.

Her face was flushed in the mirror as she murmured, "Just consider it... just consider it repaying Jiang Yang's kindness."

I am mediocre in every aspect and cannot compare to the other artists in Jiangyang's company.

If Jiang Yang doesn't remember anything about me, I'm afraid I'll really be forgotten.

Just finished.

She stared at her half-undressed reflection in the mirror, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible:
"Zhang Ruonan, you're so shameless. You clearly hate women who use their bodies to get ahead, but now you're offering yourself up, saying you're repaying a debt of gratitude. It's just a way to cover your shame."

She tugged hard at her stockings, making her calves ache.

I buttoned up my shirt, trying to calm myself down, and couldn't bear to look directly at myself in the mirror.
"Just this once, and then never again demean yourself like this."

dong dong dong.

There was another knock on the door.

Zhang Ruonan straightened her back and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers.

Hearing Jiang Yang's voice: "Ruonan, are you not available?"

"coming!"

I wonder if I'll regret it later.

Before turning around, Zhang Ruonan glanced at herself in the mirror.

There was resentment, but also resignation.

Take a deep breath, lower your shoulders, close your eyes slightly, then open them again, no longer looking at yourself in the mirror, and walk towards the door.

He forced a smile and said, "Boss, I'm here to open the door."
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PS:

Liu Haochun: "Thank you Xiao Kau for the support... I am clearly kind, but the hardships of life have not spared me."

Chen Duling: "Thank you to my supportive old baby for feeding me three chicken drumsticks and a lucky charm... Time never speaks, yet it answers all questions."

Zhao Lushi: "Thanks to LeeMineMine for the little chicken leg... People say you're no good? That's bullshit!"

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(End of this chapter)