Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Zhao Lushi replied: [“Why bother with social niceties when playing billiards? It’s just a game, and the point of playing games is to win.”]
Jiang Yang was too lazy to talk to Zhao Lushi about interpersonal relationships and social etiquette.

I know Ruth is still young.

He has a fiery temper.

Her parents didn't care about her when she was young. She lived with her grandparents and had a distant relationship with her parents. She went to register for high school alone, carrying her own luggage to complete the enrollment procedures.

No one will teach her these things.

It's normal for her to gradually develop a reckless and strong-willed personality, because she was studying in another city and had no family around to protect her. A weak personality would make her easy to be bullied, while being more assertive would actually attract friends and form a social circle.

Jiang Yang still felt a little guilty about standing Zhao Lushi up.

If it were Huang Lei or Zhong Shujia.

If it's a scam, so be it.

Ruth was just a college student.

He couldn't bear it.

Jiang Yang sent a message: [“If you really want to pursue acting, why don’t you come to me? I can let you into the filming area and see what the filming process of ‘Fighter of the Destiny’ is like.”]
["Really? I'm not part of the crew, can I still get into the filming area?"]
[“I'll just give you an assistant's ID. We recently hired a new assistant named Bai Lu. She just uses my assistant's ID to wander around the various filming areas.”]
Zhao Lushi replied: [“Okay, I’ll come when I have time. But I have to go to Beiping in the next few days. My dad wants me to sign with a company, and it turns out he’s friends with Huang Lei. He wants me to ask Huang Lei about it, which made me quite embarrassed. I scolded Huang Lei so many times that time.”]
After talking with Jiang Yang.

Zhao Lushi refreshed the comment section of the Weibo post she had just made.

Sure enough, a large number of people criticized her again.

Surprisingly, the number of followers increased significantly, but I know they are all haters.

I really wanted to yell back, but then I thought better of it.

refresh.

I was surprised to see Yang Chaoyue's comment:

"It's okay, Ruth. I posted on Weibo, and a lot of people cursed me. Those trash who stole your photos, those scum who spread rumors about my boss, they don't understand us girls who fought our way through the Tieba era. We all have five words engraved in our bones."

The darker the color, the more red it should appear!
Zhao Lushi replied: [“Chaoyue, I love you to death!”]
Suddenly I realized that spending 50,000 yuan to buy a VIP seat at the launch event for "Fighter of the Destiny" to cheer on Chao Yue was totally worth it.

It felt even more therapeutic than petting the cat last night.

I decided to randomly give my roommate a few of her leftover skincare products.

The afternoon class is a clothing structure design class.

The teacher spent the first half of the class explaining the theory, using chalk to break down the structural lines of a dress on the blackboard.

The second half of the class was for students to work in groups, and the teacher checked their progress one by one.

Zhao Lushi drew paper patterns, transforming two-dimensional designs into three-dimensional garment frames. After finishing, she remembered what her father had told her about which company to join.

My father suggested Galaxy Cool Entertainment.

I know absolutely nothing about this.

My dad is a very capable businessman; listening to him should be the right thing to do.

Lying in my dorm bed that night, I read Yang Chaoyue's comment under her Weibo post again, and it warmed my heart.

I really want to do something for Yang Chaoyue.

She messaged Jiang Yang: "Jiang Yang, are you busy right now?"
Jiang Yang replied: ["We're filming a night scene. The crew is rehearsing with the extras. I'm resting in Nazha's car. It's not busy right now."]
Zhao Lushi typed: ["Do me another favor."]
Jiang Yang sent a message: [“?”]
Zhao Lushi replied: [“Give Chaoyue a kiss.”]
A message came from Jiang Yang: [...]
Zhao Lushi posted again: [“Then go give Nazha a kiss.”]
Jiang Yang sent a voice message: [“Zhao Lushi, are you sick? Is this never going to end?”]
Zhao Lushi was amused.

Because you could tell that Jiang Yang's tone was very aggressive.

This clearly crossed Jiang Yang's bottom line.

I understand what a great boss he is, as Chaoyue said.

I will never do anything inappropriate to the company's artists, and I have no designs on any girls in the industry. It's very safe.

Jiang Yang put away his phone and looked up.

The set design team has almost finished setting up the street.

The streets are lined with antique-style buildings.

The building features upturned eaves and is entirely constructed of wood.

Under the eaves and corridors, lanterns hang in abundance, and when they are lit, the atmosphere of an ancient night market is instantly created. The ground is a smooth brick and stone path.

I heard someone shouting in front of you: "Soldier, come here! Soldier! Hurry up, haven't you changed into your uniform yet!"

An actor immediately ran past him.

Wearing a red robe with a layer of armor over it, without putting on a helmet, and holding a prop sword, he strode quickly toward the camera crew.

Jiang Yang passed by the lunch area.

I saw that Gulnazar's RV had its lights on.

The RV door was open, and Gulnazar's personal assistant was standing guard at the door, wearing a loose t-shirt and without makeup.

Jiang Yang remembered that her name was Xiao Jing, but he didn't know her full name. He heard Gulnazar call her that.

She was a girl with a low level of education, a plump figure, and a large bust.

He is obedient and flexible in his work, and has been following Gulnazar since her debut.

According to Nazha, this girl was only seventeen years old when she first became Nazha's assistant, and she was not yet an adult.

Before I knew it, I was already in my early twenties.

She has a very good relationship with Gulnazar.

Because they are good with their mouths, sweet with their tongues, and know how to keep their distance.

Every year, the red envelopes that Nazha secretly gives her are equivalent to several years' worth of her salary.

A group of extras who had finished work were returning to the costume truck to hand over their clothes. As they passed Gulnazar's RV, they saw that the door was open and slowed down to peek inside out of curiosity.

Xiao Jing immediately blocked the car door and waved her hand, gesturing, "Hurry up, hurry up."

One of the extras scoffed, "What's with the act? She's just a celebrity, acting like everyone likes her and wants to take a picture with her."

After the group of extras left, Jiang Yang strode over.

In the RV.

Gulnazar was dressed as the female lead and holding a script in her hands.

A warm-toned nightlight was on, and on the table was a glass of iced Americano that Xiao Jing had bought from outside while she was filming.

If you want to film someone ordering takeout, the delivery person can't get in.

I had to send my assistant out to buy it.

The iced Americano isn't cold anymore.

Gulnazar was wrapped in a white plush blanket, and had taken off her embroidered shoes, revealing her toes.

Her mind wasn't on the script.

The phone screen on the table was lit up.

It's a Weibo page.

I logged in with a secondary account, and it showed content posted by a user with only a little over a hundred followers and a numbered nickname.

Here's a question: [If many years later, you've lost your parents, have no other close relatives left, and are still unmarried, what would you do?]
There are seven or eight comments below.

The first rule is: [Work during the day, play games at night, and just wait to die.]
Someone replied below: [So real it's suffocating.]
Then came: "[I'm going to dig up all my relatives' graves, just for how they bullied my parents back then.]"
A reply below read: "[You're awesome, include me!]"
The next comment reads: "[Actually, I'm terrified this day will come, but my parents are still alive, so I can't bring myself to admit it.]"
Gulnazar read this comment for quite a while.

My fingers trembled slightly, and I didn't scroll down.

Because it's so much like her thoughts.

Perhaps I'm too emotional when it comes to things.

I often get so upset by a single harsh comment from a netizen that it hits the nail on the head that I don't speak for a whole day.

A kind word from a netizen can also warm one's heart.

To confirm again, I'm logging in with a secondary account. Gulnazar typed a line in the comments: "[On that day, I will sit at my doorstep, waiting for my parents to pick me up, just like when I was a child.]" (End of Chapter)