Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Yang Chaoyue wondered what he was doing at this time last year.
Wearing work clothes stained with machine oil, they mechanically sew, hem, and fasten on the assembly line.

Gradually, they became out of touch with the times and entertainment, and their thinking became numb from repeated processes.

I don't dare to take a day off even if I cut my finger on metal, because taking a day off will deduct eighty yuan.

My biggest wish back then was to get an extra 200 yuan in overtime pay at the end of the month so I could buy my dad some nice things and feel more confident going home for the New Year.

But now.

It's absurd that someone would even consider buying a house in Beiping.

Without a temporary residence permit and without five years of social security contributions, you can't buy it even if you have the money.

250,000 yuan isn't enough to buy a house in Beijing, and it's also not enough to make a down payment on a house in the Fuli Community in Shanghai.

However, he can afford the down payment for a house in his hometown of Yancheng.

The average price of new homes in Yancheng is now over 5,000 yuan per square meter. Since this is my first home purchase, I can afford it with a 20% down payment.

This idea, which I never dared to think about before, has now come to mind naturally.

Yang Chaoyue's eyes trembled.

At the launch ceremony a week ago, the host introduced himself, saying that the harder he worked, the luckier he became.

It's actually quite clear.

Your own efforts can't change anything.

I used to work much harder in textile factories and zipper factories than I do now, but I couldn't even afford a cheap eyebrow pencil.

I was just lucky to have followed the right person.

And the moment Yang Ge tore down the recruitment advertisement posted on the factory bulletin board, he stole all the luck from the other female workers in the factory.

Yang Chaoyue opened Weibo.

Log in to your alternate account.

After gaining some fame, those with large social media accounts lose the space for private expression.

I can no longer freely post my random thoughts on social media like I used to.

I posted one using my main account the day before yesterday.

The content is:
"Today I saw a post on WeChat Moments from my old friends who worked at the textile factory. It reminded me of the hottest time of summer when a few of us chipped in to buy an ice pop. We shared it, taking bites from each other, and had a really great time."

Back then, I thought, "I wish I could eat popsicles whenever I wanted someday."

We can afford it now, but the joy of sharing an ice pop with several people is hard to find again.

At the previous press conference, the makeup artist used an eyebrow pencil that cost several thousand yuan on me. My first reaction was, "How many popsicles could that buy?"

Sure enough, someone like me can't shake my ingrained stinginess.
It was sent out immediately.

Only two minutes.

Two negative comments appeared below:
[They're at it again, trying to create the "factory girl's comeback" persona. Isn't that annoying?]
[Pretending to miss the poor days even after becoming rich—how hypocritical!]
I realized something was wrong and quickly deleted it.

Open your Weibo side account.

Her nickname is Rose Girl.

Edit a Weibo post.

The accompanying photo was taken last year in the living room of the Fuli residential complex in Shanghai. It shows Jiang Yang sitting at the coffee table, eating the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) she bought.

The caption is:
[On this day last year, I was on the assembly line when my finger was cut by the metal edge. I secretly wrapped it with tape and continued working.]

At that time, I thought that this was probably what life was like: repetitive, numb, and endless.

Later, I met Brother Yang, who suggested I try a different way of life.

I thought to myself, it can't get any worse than it is now.

It turned out that he was just like me, an ordinary person who stumbled and fell along the way.

We argue about work, suffer from insomnia due to stress, and sometimes we buy two cans of beer at a convenience store late at night and sit by the roadside chatting until dawn.

Looking back now, the most precious thing is not money, but having someone willing to climb out of the valley with you, even if they themselves are covered in mud.

But I really do love money.
This Weibo post only has a handful of followers.

After posting it, no one liked it or commented, which actually felt quite nice.

I opened the voice message my mom sent me the day before yesterday when I transferred money to her:

"Yueyue, Mom went to town today and bought a new set of stationery for my little sister. She was so happy that she jumped for joy all the way there."

In the background audio, she could still hear her younger sister's chattering voice, a joyful sound she had never heard before.

The phone screen went dark, then she turned it back on.

I stared blankly at the balance on my phone. This money could buy back my sister's childhood.

It can save mothers from the hard work on the assembly line.

So that my younger sister can study with peace of mind, and my parents can live a decent life.

Most importantly, it bought back the home that had been torn apart. Although Mom has a new family now, at least now Mom can accompany my younger sister to study.

My younger sister won't have to grow up without her parents' presence, just like I did when I was a child.

Yang Chaoyue took a deep breath and put his phone back in his pocket.

Being able to pay my mother's salary and ensure my younger sister has a happy and fulfilling education is more important than playing the lead role myself.

250,000, this is just the beginning.

We must make this number reach 500,000, then 1 million.

Because they know that every extra penny earned will bring them and their families greater happiness.

After dialing Jiang Yang's number, he answered and heard Jiang Yang's lazy tone: "What?"

"Brother Yang, are there many people in your room right now?"

"Don't scare me, it's late at night."

"I want to sleep with you tonight. I'm going home tomorrow, and I'll miss you."

"You're reluctant to leave? Then don't go back. Wait until the day we're filming the Yancheng scenes before you leave. You won't be here, and I can't keep having Haochun buy me breakfast."

Yang Chaoyue pouted: "No way, my mom went home and I have some free time. I want to go see her. Ugh, enough of this. Will you let me sleep with you or not? Ugh, will you let me or not? If you don't, I'm going to yell."

"What are you shouting?"

Yang Chaoyue took a deep breath and shouted into the phone microphone, "Burn my calories!!!"

Jiang Yang sat on the sofa in the room, his head buzzing.

I know Chaoyue is oversleeping again.

He stayed in his bed.

Ultimately, they did not agree to Yang Chaoyue's request.

Because there were indeed people in my room.

He casually chatted with Yang Chaoyue, with the equity swap agreement he had received from Xu Xiaou a week ago spread out on his lap.

It's clear that as his work gains wider public recognition, Xu Xiaoou is considering exchanging shares with him.

The conditions are decreasing.

However, if the conditions are lowered to an acceptable level, will he still need Xu Xiaoou's company's equity?

Forget it.

The initial idea of ​​equity swap was mainly to save time.

With the resources of Lemon Pictures, things become much easier.

Having been reborn, I initially just wanted to enjoy life and didn't have a strong ambition for it.

I was just thinking of signing a few young actresses and exploiting their popularity.

Open the album of the cast and crew of "Fighter of the Destiny" and find that group photo.

Zhang Ruonan stood in the last row corner, smiling as she looked at the camera, her eyes shining.

Xiwei stood behind him, and when taking photos, she didn't forget to put her hand next to his ear and make a peace sign.

Liu Haochun, standing next to Xiwei, neatly placed his hands on his lower abdomen, stretched his neck, and smiled at the camera.

Yang Chaoyue took her arm.

In the eyes of the four girls, you can see their own beautiful hopes for the future.

"It's really troublesome..."

He had a great plan at first: sign a few promising young actresses, sell their contracts when their value increased, and make a profit while lying down.

It's like playing a management game where you exploit bugs to farm resources; you don't really need to put in any real effort.

but.

These past few days, every time I look at this photo, I feel a deep sense of dread that the light in their eyes will be extinguished in the future.

The phone vibrates.

Received a message from Yang Chaoyue: ["Goodnight, Brother Yang."] (End of Chapter)