Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Jiang Yang laughed and said, "The production crew can't possibly abide by the labor law for you, and following the contract is even more nonsense. If it's a two-day weekend and a nine-to-five job, a film can't be shot. Nobody's stupid. If we don't let you make any extra money, who's going to risk their life for the production crew? You see, even the makeup artists wear back braces. How many of them have good backs at such a young age? As long as it's not too outrageous, everyone tacitly approves."

"It turns out...that's it."

I've never thought about things from this perspective before.

Bai Lu took out her phone and opened the photo album.

Jiang Yang glanced at it and was greatly shocked. In just one week, Bai Lu had recorded more than two hundred videos on set.

It's as if she's in control of everything behind the scenes.

She clicked on one of the videos, which showed a makeup artist running back and forth.

Today, when she discovered that these makeup artists were using counterfeit products to impersonate high-end brands and embezzle money from the production crew, she felt an urge to expose them.

But now.

Bai Lu looked at the makeup artists wearing waist supports and with dark circles under their eyes, her gaze somewhat complicated.

"That's how film crews survive."

"I'm clearly skimming off the top, but for some reason, I feel at ease now?"

That fixed salary that's on the table certainly doesn't cover the workload these people are doing.

I remember the makeup artist who was still helping extras put on their wigs in the early hours of the morning.

I remember the costume designer who couldn't straighten up because of back pain, but still insisted on working on set.

I think of those assistants who were shivering in the cold wind but still diligently touching up their makeup.

These people may have the profit margin from selling cheap cosmetics, but their dedication and hard work are real.

"Jiang Yang, after you told me all this, I have a strange feeling."

"What does it feel like?"

"It's the first time I've felt that this kind of tainted money actually makes me feel at ease."

"Do you understand?"

"I understand." Bai Lu smiled and said, "You're right, they really are working their butts off. They start work at two in the morning and finish at midnight. They even have to time their meals. If they don't even get a little bit of extra income for such hard work, who would want to stay?"

"Are you envious?"

"I'm not envious, not at all. Sigh." Bai Lu pursed her lips.

"Aren't you just like Chaoyue, who also loves money?"

"I'm not as money-loving as Chaoyue, Jiang Yang, you're exaggerating. Besides, the money they earn..."

Bai Lu paused slightly, then continued, "They traded their health for it."

I buy the best plasters and see the most expensive doctors just so I can keep going in this industry.

They take every scene seriously and will revise their makeup repeatedly to achieve the perfect look.

"So it is this kind of greed that makes people feel at ease, because they know that once they have received the money, they will definitely make a good film and take good care of the actors. This is more reassuring than any contract."

I also felt somewhat helpless.

In this industry where there is no labor law protection.

How ironic that these unspoken rules have become the most reliable promises.

"Watch carefully and learn well. If you don't understand anything later, ask me. Or you can ask Chaoyue when he comes. It's getting late, go back and rest." Jiang Yang got up and urged them to leave.

"I will study hard, boss! I've learned something today."

Bai Lu walked towards the door.

He opened the door and went out, then turned back and said, "By the way, boss, transfer me the money you used to buy the fruit."

"How many?"

"One hundred and eighty."

"Okay, I've transferred the money to you via WeChat. Get some rest."

The door is closed.

Jiang Yang had a slight smile on his face.

Allowing Bai Lu to experience the ins and outs of a film crew will definitely be beneficial for her future acting career.

It is a very low-cost method of cultivation.

We're not worried about Bailu running away after learning, because the contract we signed for Bailu is different from the one for Chaoyue and the others in terms of penalties for breach of contract.

It's no longer 100,000.

It was two million.

With more resources at hand, the company gradually started to get on the right track, and naturally, the contract terms also needed to be revised.

Back when he had nothing and was just relying on deception, if you had offered Chaoyue a two million yuan penalty for breach of contract, he probably would have called the police on the spot.

Jiang Yang sent Yang Chaoyue a message: ["Chaoyue, I need to discuss something with you."]
Yang Chaoyue replied: [“Speak.”]
"Change the penalty for breach of contract to only 100,000. You might use that to threaten me later if you get angry. I'm the boss; do you think you can control me?"
"No change."
[“If you don’t change the script for ‘Fighter of the Destiny,’ I won’t let you act in it. I’ll let Bai Lu play your role.”]
[“Okay, okay, okay, okay. Hey, Yang-ge, what kind of relationship do we have? We've lived together for two months, why are you still worried about this? How much do you want to raise it to? Let's just go for five million, so you can feel more secure.”]
Jiang Yang sent a message: ["I want to increase it to one billion."]
After waiting a full minute, Yang Chaoyue sent a message: ["You might as well just kill me outright."]
She sent another message: ["Yang-ge, I still prefer the way you were when we first met, when you were aloof and rational, and you barely paid any attention to me. Now you seem to value me so much, as if I'm going to become incredibly famous someday."]
Jiang Yang replied: [“You talk as if you know me very well.”]
Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [“Tell me, in the company, who knows you better than me? My understanding of you is like a farmer's understanding of manure.”]
Jiang Yang frowned: ["When I first met you, I never realized you talked like this."]
Yang Chaoyue replied: ["I was just pretending before, but now I'm telling the truth. Love you, Yang-ge, goodnight."]
The phone vibrates.

The screen showed that 180 yuan had just been transferred to Bailu, and Bailu accepted it.

Bai Lu sent a message: ["Thank you, Jiang Yang, I learned something from you."]
Jiang Yang did not reply.

Staring at the fruit Bailu bought on the table: three banana peels and a watermelon.

Take another look at the 180 yuan I transferred to Bailu.

Jiang Yang fell into deep thought... What did he teach Bai Lu?
Shouldn't it be about understanding the interpersonal relationships and favors of the crew members who try to make extra money?

How did they start trying to squeeze money out of him?!

Row.

really do.

No wonder he was recommended by Chaoyue.

The advantages of leapfrogging were not learned, but the disadvantages of leapfrogging began to be amplified.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

The white paparazzi are here again, perfect timing.

Jiang Yang opened the door and just said, "Bai Lu, you..."

The words he was about to say stopped.

It wasn't Bailu outside, but Gulnazar.

I didn't wear the costume from the film crew like I did during the day.

She was wearing a men's shirt, the same shirt she had taken from Jiang Yang's room last time.

The hem just covered the top of her thighs, revealing two straight and slender legs.

The shirt collar was slightly open, revealing a glimpse of the silk slip dress underneath.

He was wearing a denim jacket over his clothes.

She was barefoot on the carpet, her toes painted with dark red nail polish.

Her hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands hanging down beside her ears, and the ends were still damp, as if she had just taken a shower.

The phone screen I was holding was lit up.

"Jiang Yang, is Bai Lu in your room?"

"No, no one is in my room."

Gulina didn't speak, but looked up at Jiang Yang, her eyes slightly red and moist.

The phone screen displayed the chat history with Zhang Han.

The last few messages were all sent by Gulnazar: "Don't pester me after we've broken up."

I don't necessarily have to be a good person.

You used to be able to manage me at the same time and get entangled with Zheng Shuang.

Now that I'm single, why can't I keep posting on Weibo while openly protecting Jiang Yang?

Can't we be more dignified? Why should I be controlled by you after we break up?
You said my posting on Weibo would ruin your public image? That's laughable. I was called a homewrecker, and because of that, netizens started criticizing you, and you deleted all the comments defending me.
A screenshot followed.

This is a screenshot of a Weibo comment from Gulnazar yesterday, where she spoke out in support of Jiang Yang.

The number of comments criticizing her has already exceeded 50,000.

Gulnazar's last message to Zhang Han was: "Look, I've been scolded much worse than you, but I'm not afraid anymore. I'm not the same person I used to be. It turns out being a bad woman is so enjoyable. No wonder you can't bear to break up with Zheng Shuang."

I will never try to please you again.

You have people you want to protect, and I have people I want to protect.
Gulnazar pressed the lock screen button.

The screen light went out.

After entering Jiang Yang's room, I closed the door.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Jiang Yang's neck.

"Nazha, what's wrong?" Jiang Yang put his arm around Gu Lina's slender waist and gently wiped away the moisture from the corner of Gu Lina's eyes with his fingertips.

"miss you."

Gulnazar's denim jacket slipped off.

She casually tossed her phone onto the bed.

I don't want to see any news about Zhang Han.

She nestled against Jiang Yang's neck, nuzzling her nose against it, and whispered, "I miss you, chisel me."

Supermarket.

Jiang Yang understood what was going on with Nazha.

Got a fever.
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