Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Jiang Yang replied: ["Yes, director, my old man is ignorant."]
Zhong Shujia puffed out her cheeks.

Is the ignorant one Jiang Yang's old man? They are Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang was essentially telling him straight to the point.

I disagree; I want more money.

How dare Jiang Yang do that?

I had already spoken kindly to Jiang Yang on set, and I had given him face. Most people would just suffer in silence and let it pass if they encountered something like this.

He was like that when he was young.

Back then, I was just a junior director. The director approached me and said, "Zhong, you didn't check the continuity error in this scene, did you?"

Was it him? Every time I think back on this incident, the memory is still vivid. It was clearly the producer at the time who was being lazy.

He took the blame.

"You're young, so just endure the hardships and accumulate more experience."

One sentence caused him to miss his family's elders' funeral back then.

Back on set, I still had to teach new actors how to do comedy, teach them to smile broadly, and then, while they were smiling, they started to cry.

He was almost thirty when he overheard his boss say to him, "I'll let you direct the next film."

Two years passed in the blink of an eye.

After one wrap party after another, despite working hard, he still hadn't gotten the director's position.

Every time we celebrate a victory, we eat char siu rice.

I feel like throwing up whenever I see char siu rice now.

Hearing the leader, who was holding a wine glass and had drunk too much, say with a flushed face, "At TVB, the last thing we lack is people; we have plenty of people willing to work."

It was jarring to hear.

I had no choice but to drink.

So once he had his own team, he immediately left TVB and Hong Kong to develop his career in mainland China.

They told the public that times had changed, the mainland was rising, and they were coming to the mainland to find opportunities.

The real reason is known only to himself.

That tiny patch of land is filled with images of my younger self, the figures of those who persevered through hardship.

I don't want to look back on the path I've walked.

Who hasn't gone through this? Back then, how could he not know the ulterior motives of those directors, leaders, supervisors, and producers who took advantage of him?

I know.

We still have to endure it.

They dare not resist because they are getting old, have families, have children, and have no way out.

Now that I'm a well-known director, I subconsciously apply those old tricks to the actors in my crew.

It works every time.

Why did it not work on Jiang Yang?

Understood.

Because we are young.

“Young man, so arrogant and ignorant, it’s enviable,” Zhong Shujia said softly in Cantonese.

In fact, a clarification plan was prepared for Jiang Yang.

We'll just have to wait for the hype to die down before releasing the original video; that will serve as a clarification.

How many people will be able to see it is another matter.

He's a director; he values ​​profit.

I do admire Jiang Yang.

I also admire Jiang Yang's ability to train actors.

I was on the set with Jiang Yang for a while, but this kind of friendship that transcends age is nothing compared to money.

Young people act on emotion; he's over fifty.

Jiang Yang was able to persuade Lu Han and Gulnazar to quit the show.

Cruel enough.

The film crew is a corrupt organization.

He treats extras with utmost politeness on set, yet he uses this ruthless tactic on himself as a director.

My phone vibrated; I received a message.

It turns out it wasn't sent by Jiang Yang.

Instead, it was his wife.

After coming to the mainland from Hong Kong to develop his career, he got married. His wife is from Chongqing: [“Old Zhong, didn’t you tell me the other day that you told Jiang Yang that our son liked the character Zhang Xiaoyu that Jiang Yang played in ‘A Little Reunion’? We just received a package; Jiang Yang had someone deliver the school uniform he wore as Zhang Xiaoyu, and it even has his autograph on it.”]
This was followed by a photograph.

Click to enlarge.

Zhong Shujia moved her phone further away; her eyesight was failing, and she couldn't see it clearly up close.

Besides the school uniform laid out, there was also a postcard written to his daughter.

It's a signature from Jiang Yang.

It says.

[to Zhong Duo:]

Your father is the most amazing director I've ever met, but he always says he's just an ordinary person.

When I was young, I would fight with people over a boxed lunch in Hong Kong. I took out loans to make movies and was chased by debt collectors. After my movies were box office hits, I was criticized for being greedy.

But I've seen him on set.

He would revise the script details on set until the early hours of the morning, squatting on the cement floor of Hengdian, wiping the lens and saying, "There should be a beam of light here."

He schemes against investors, flatters cinemas, and attracts netizens' attention. He's shrewd with everyone, but when you cry and whine to your mother, he can't do anything with you and your mother.

All the undignified things he did in his life were used to give you and Mom dignity.

Those who say his movies are vulgar don't understand.

He taught me that in a world dominated by capital, romance can sprout like weeds from the cracks in the concrete.

You have a father you can be proud of, who is also the director I respect most.

—Jiangyang.
Zhong Shujia stared in stunned silence.

The martial world isn't just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social interactions. After a moment of daze, he murmured, "This young man..."

He smiled.

Sitting back down in front of the monitor, she sent Jiang Yang a message: "Let's chat when I have time."
Another post: ["The costume you sent to my daughter arrived. She's a fan of yours, loves your portrayal of Zhang Xiaoyu, and enjoys your songs. I also saw the autograph you gave her. Thank you, Jiang Yang. No matter what, you're still my favorite actor I've ever worked with."]
Jiang Yang replied: [“My old man just said we should talk about money. He said I helped the production team attract so much traffic, so they should give me some compensation.”]
Zhong Shujia typed heavily: [“Money, money, money, all you ever think about is money, you good-for-nothing! I’ll come find you after I finish work.”]
Judging from Jiang Yang's appearance, he definitely won't be coming to the film set today.

He had to personally train the actors.

His efficiency is definitely not as good as Jiang Yang's, because he speaks very fiercely, and the actors might even be scared and not perform well.

It's enough to get by for a day.

I received another message from my wife.

It's a video.

When I opened it, I saw my daughter reading the postcard Jiang Yang had written. She said to the camera, "After reading what Brother Jiang Yang said, I realized how hard you work out there. I will study hard, not be playful, and grow up healthy. I love you so much. Dad, I hope you are happy every day on set. I have pocket money. What toys do you want to play with? I will buy them for you."

Zhong Shujia found it hilarious.

Her eyes were slightly red.

Filming time flies by; sometimes, a single light shines back and forth, and night falls.

A light drizzle was falling outside.

That's how the weather is in Hengdian, unpredictable.

One second the sun is shining brightly, and the next second it's pouring rain.

The rain won't last long.

So when it rains on set, they usually wait for the rain to stop before continuing filming, or they simply add a rain scene on the spot.

Jiang Yang was talking to Chen Ming, the same person from Cushman & Wakefield, about building a company in Yancheng.

Find out which cultural enterprises Yancheng is currently supporting.

What special subsidies are available for the cultural industry?

How to calculate the cost of recruiting recent graduates majoring in media arts from Yancheng Normal University?

Implement these measures one by one.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door.

"Zhong Shujia, that old man, finished work so soon?"

He subconsciously assumed it was Zhong Shujia who had come to talk to him about paying more money.

Don't say that once a contract is signed, the salary cannot be changed.

There are plenty of people who don't follow the contract; there are many unspoken rules in film crews.

Even adding an art consultant position would be fine; just give him the title, and you'll still get paid.

It depends on how you talk about it.

Take advantage of Zhong Shujia's sabotage to create an opportunity.

He wants traffic, he wants money, and he also wants to whitewash his image.

Moreover, the artists they sign also have to get benefits.

Open the film crew's WeChat group.

I haven't seen any news about the work being completed.

"Not Zhong Shujia?"

Jiang Yang knew who it was; Bai Lu had finally arrived.

The knocking continued, growing more urgent. Jiang Yang yelled, "Coming, coming! Stop knocking! Are you trying to get information out of me again? Bai Lu, I made you my assistant, and you've been dawdling until now..."

Open the door.

Jiang Yang's words came to an abrupt end.

He met a pair of slightly reddened eyes, accompanied by disordered breathing: "Brother Yang."

The asymmetrical twin ponytails, with the left one higher than the right, look like they were scattered during a hurried run.

A few stray hairs clung to the side of her neck, the ends of which showed signs of being wet from the rain.

A denim jacket over a pure white tank top, revealing a prominent bust.

She was wearing thigh-high stockings.

Wearing canvas shoes, the laces were untied and covered in mud, indicating that they had been hurriedly stepped into puddles.

It wasn't Bailu, but Yang Chaoyue.

"Chaoyue, what brings you here?"

"Bai Lu told me your address. Are you alright, Yang Ge?"

"I'm fine."

Yang Chaoyue quickly scanned Jiang Yang's entire body to confirm his condition.

Only after realizing that Jiang Yang was truly alright did I breathe a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yang beckoned Yang Chaoyue in and untied the rubber bands binding Yang Chaoyue's pigtails.

Tell her to sit still.

He took out a hairdryer and dried Yang Chaoyue's hair: "You should have told me you were coming. It's not your turn to join the crew yet. You didn't even bring an umbrella on the way, and your cuffs are all wet."

"I saw that you were trending on social media for being attacked online, and I'm worried about you."

"What's the big deal? We actors always have our share of..."

The words are not finished yet.

Yang Chaoyue stood up, grabbed Jiang Yang's clothes for support, and then hugged Jiang Yang: "I missed you. When I saw that trending topic, I missed you so much. I'm just glad you're okay."

She first placed her hands loosely around Jiang Yang's waist.

After sensing the warmth of the body, it gradually tightened.

I was worried all day and rushed over from Yancheng. Luckily, the boss was alright, otherwise, who would she be embezzling money from in the future?

Yang Chaoyue stood on tiptoe, tilted his head back, and leaned closer.

This time.

It wasn't aimed at Jiang Yang's neck.

"What are you doing, Chaoyue?" Jiang Yang asked, noticing that Yang Chaoyue wasn't planting strawberries.

"Yang-ge, give me a kiss." (End of Chapter)