Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Early the next morning.

Tongliang Middle School.

Tian Xiwei was wearing a blue and white school uniform, and the school gate was right in front of her.

The first time she came to school with an empty backpack, it was for her own use.

She was also carrying another empty backpack, which was for Jiang Yang.

It's almost time for morning reading.

Steam rose from the pancake stall diagonally opposite the school gate. The proprietress deftly scooped up the last pancake with an egg, and several boys sprinted into the school gate while munching on it.

I overheard someone say, "Did you finish your math test last night? Can I borrow the multiple-choice questions to copy?"

Look back.

More and more students, dressed in school uniforms, rushed towards the gate.

The entrance to the bike shed was crowded with several boys who were cursing and swearing as they lifted the front wheels and forcibly pulled the bicycles out through the gaps.

There was a snap.

A bicycle that hadn't come to a complete stop tipped over, knocking over a row of bicycles that crashed to the ground like dominoes. The rider had already run towards the classroom without looking back.

Tian Xiwei slowed her pace.

I don't know why, but during my three years of high school, I used to see this scene almost every day, but now I'm reluctant to look at it more often.

Perhaps it was because she knew that after today, she would be like Jiang Yang, having to end her high school life early.

The phone vibrates.

She received a message from Jiang Yang: "Xiwei, will you be here this afternoon?"
Tian Xiwei typed a reply: ["It should be possible. I just arrived at school. I'll ask the teacher for leave in a bit. I brought two backpacks with me. I'll bring back the books from your desk drawer."]
Jiang Yang replied: [“It’s okay, it doesn’t matter if I lose those old books.”]
Tian Xi sent a voice message: [“How can it not be related! This is our youth back in high school!”]
Jiang Yang lay on the king-size bed at the Hengdian Marriott Hotel, groggily opening his eyes.

The film crew's walkie-talkie was on the bedside table; I only realized last night that I'd forgotten to return it to them.

I have to go there again in a bit.

There were several role scripts next to it.

The transcendent, the faint, the pure, and the lingering.

Bai Lu does want to have her; she's dreaming.

There's no room left to squeeze in.

Let Bailu understand how each department in this industry operates first; filming can wait.

Jiang Yang sent a message to Tian Xiwei.

I'll have to urge Haochun to come over in a bit.

If Ruonan is nearby and can come quickly, she can confirm the schedules of the company's artists and coordinate with the artist coordinator of the production team so that they can arrange specific call sheets.

In other words, he had a lot of influence on the film set.

With Xu Xiaoou protecting him, and Jiang Yang controlling the trending topics on social media, he holds the title of art director. Although it's not very useful, it sounds impressive to others. He's also the acting coach for Gulnazar and Lu Han, which can improve the filming efficiency of the crew. Zhong Shujia doesn't dare to do anything to him now.

For other ordinary artists, the schedule wouldn't be arranged according to the artist's schedule; instead, the schedule would be arranged first, and the artist would adjust their schedule accordingly.

You must arrive early.

I received a voice message from Tian Xiwei.

After listening.

Jiang Yang opened his drowsy eyes and smiled.

He sent a voice message: "[Okay, first I'll put that pile of old books in my drawer at school at your house.]"
I received a voice reply from Tian Xiwei: [“Why are you speaking Mandarin with me again?”]
Jiang Yang pressed the voice send button, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke in his usual Mandarin, then switched to a Chongqing accent: ["Do you think I'm in Chongqing like you? There's no environment here where you can speak the Chongqing dialect! If you stay outside for a few years and come back, you'll be lucky if you can understand the Chongqing dialect, you'll definitely stutter when you try to speak it."]
I opened the group chat I created last night.

It was discovered that Yang Chaoyue had changed the group name.

Originally titled "[The Cast of Zetianji]", it was changed to "[The Farmer's Daily Life]".

Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [“How about this group name?”]
Tian Xiwei chimed in: [“Much better than the cast of Fighter of the Destiny.”]
["Okay, that's fine."] Jiang Yang didn't care about the group name; girls just liked to fuss over these things.

Bai Lu sent a message: [“Who is Dang Wu?”]
[@BaiLu, retract.] Jiang Yang posted a few words.

Bai Lu immediately retracted the message she had just sent.

I received a private message from Bailu: ["Sorry, boss, I lost control for a moment and forgot that everyone in the group is a high school student. I promise I won't send these kinds of messages in the group anymore; we can just chat privately."]
Jiang Yang replied: [“You can’t even talk to me privately, I’m a high school student too.”]
Bai Lu sent a message: [“What makes you seem like a high school student? You've slept with college students like Ruonan, and even big stars like Nazha have been with you for several nights. What high school student is like you?”]
"Stop talking about sleeping all the time, I'm not sleeping with you."
"It's like nobody cares if you get to sleep."
"Call Chaoyue and ask her to bring me breakfast."
[“Why can’t I bring it for you?”] Bai Lu sent a message.

Jiang Yang typed: [“Chao Yue knows what I like to eat, do you know that?”]
"You like to eat breasts."
"What nonsense are you spouting? Go to sleep!"
I realized I had probably angered my boss.

Bai Lu didn't dare to send any more messages to Jiang Yang. Anyway, after touching Jiang Yang's bottom line a few times, she would be able to roughly figure out where Jiang Yang's bottom line was.

As long as you don't exceed Jiang Yang's bottom line, there's no risk of being fired.

Bai Lu got out of bed and found that one of her slippers was missing; the other was near the bottom of the bed.

I didn't want to get up so early.

no way.

I was woken up by the urge to urinate.

After urinating comfortably, I went back to bed and texted Yang Chaoyue: "[Chaoyue, why are you up so early too?]"
"I need to pee so much, my bladder hurts."
["Haha, me too."]
["My morning pee was so yellow, it smelled awful."]
["Haha, me too."]
I received a message from Yang Chaoyue: [“Just kidding, my pee isn’t yellow, yours is the yellowest.”]
"You're definitely not awake yet. I'll wake you up with a little spray one of these days."
Bai Lu then sent a message to Yang Chaoyue: [“The boss asked me to remind you to bring him breakfast. I wanted to bring it for him, but he refused, saying you know what he likes to eat.”]
"Okay, I'll go right now, you lazybones Yang."
[“What does the boss like to eat? Let me write it down.”]
[“Yang-ge likes to eat braised pork trotters with rice, the extra spicy kind.”] Yang Chaoyue sent a message.

Bai Lu saved this message: [“Got it!”]
Tian Xiwei didn't go to her own class; instead, she went to Jiang Yang's class first.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard Old Li's scolding voice: "Look at the countdown on the blackboard behind you! How many days until the college entrance exam? Huh! One by one..."

Tian Xiwei arrived at the back door and saw Old Li slamming his fist on the podium, causing the chalk dust to vibrate violently. The students in the front row squinted, afraid of getting chalk dust in their eyes.

The classroom was suddenly filled with the chaotic sound of students reading aloud.

Tian Xiwei arrived at the front door and heard a girl in the front row earnestly reciting: "We are like mayflies in the vastness of the universe..."

Old Li on the podium turned his head to look, his brows furrowed deeply.

Thinking it was a student who was late, he was about to yell at them when he realized it wasn't one of his students: "Who are you looking for?"

"Teacher, I'm here to help Jiang Yang pack his things. I'm Tian Xiwei, from the art class."

"Tian Xiwei?"

Old Li understood what was going on.

After walking down the corridor and chatting with Tian Xiwei for a while, I glanced at the contract photos on Tian Xiwei's phone and got a sense of what was going on.

"Jiang Yang is really going to become a big star in the future," Old Li said with a smile.

He led Tian Xiwei into the back row of the classroom.

The students in front turned around to look.

Old Li, his face stern, said, "What are you all looking at!"

He gave a stern look, and the sound of reading aloud in the classroom grew louder again.

Old Li helped Jiang Yang put the books from his drawer into Tian Xiwei's backpack.

After going outside.

He called out to Tian Xiwei: "Hey, Xiwei."

"Hmm? What's wrong, teacher?"

"I just want to ask, will Jiang Yang still come to school in the future?"

Tian Xi was slightly taken aback.

I was just about to say I wouldn't come again.

Because Jiang Yang will be busier and busier in the future, with the college entrance exam in just one month, he won't be a high school student anymore and won't be coming back to Tongliang Middle School. The words were on the tip of his tongue.

Meeting Old Li's expectant gaze, Tian Xi swallowed the words she was about to say: "I will come! Jiang Yang said he will come back to see you in the future, this is his alma mater."

"It's good that you'll come back to visit, it's good that you'll come back."

Old Li gently patted Tian Xiwei's shoulder.

When I raised my hand, I found that my fingers were covered in chalk dust.

He withdrew his hand from the air and smiled at Tian Xiwei, saying, "Xiwei, go ahead and do your work."

He added, "When you become a big star, don't forget to come back to visit your school."

"I can do it too!"

She watched Tian Xiwei walk towards her class with a smile on her lips.

She took out a piece of paper torn from her notebook, with Tian Xiwei's signature written on it:

[to Lao Li:]

With disciples all over the world, why plant more flowers in front of the hall?

Although students are not trees in front of the hall, they still receive the grace of spring breeze and rain.

—Tian Xiwei, Tongliang Middle School.
"She's really talented. She's written it perfectly. It's much better than the essay Jiang Yang wrote for his last midterm exam. Once Xiwei becomes famous, it should be able to sell for a lot of money."

Thinking back to the essay Jiang Yang wrote last time, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

They say Jiang Yang's writing wasn't good, yet he got full marks.

As for Jiang Yang's writing being good, this kid definitely didn't understand the essay topic at first; he wrote nothing but 'My Campus'.

The theme is clearly 'My Mother'.

Then, at the end, there's a twist: "I'm an orphan, and my school is my mother."

When Lao Li saw it, he wanted Jiang Yang to take the test paper back to his parents for signature.

They have so many clever ideas.

Hopefully, all of this will be used for the right things. Everyone says the entertainment industry is a murky place, but hopefully Jiang Yang won't go astray.

I noticed that the students' reading voices in the classroom had become quieter.

Everyone was looking out the window.

Old Li, his face taut, stormed into the classroom and yelled, "Look at the countdown to the college entrance exam!!! How much time do you all have left!!!"

The classroom was immediately filled with uneven recitations.

Jiang Yang and Gulnazar traveled to the film set in the crew's van.

Jiang Yang went to return the walkie-talkie.

Gulnazar went to say goodbye to the director and check on the progress of the filming location so that her schedule could be arranged.

Actually, she doesn't have to go.

These things can be clearly communicated online.

The main reason is to make a trip there, to be more respectable, and to show some human touch.

The filming location this time was Chang Le Street in Tang City.

The bluestone path is paved with antique-style floor tiles, and the black electrical cables are pulled as close to the ground as possible to avoid being visible.

The film crew was still setting up the set at the stalls on both sides.

They hung signs for Tangji Silk, Zuixianlou, Baicaotang, and others.

Jiang Yang walked through the lighting setup that was adjusting the giant softbox to the main shooting area and greeted Zhong Shujia.

Let's chat for a bit.

I'm certain I don't have any work to do today.

I saw the martial arts director, holding a script, demonstrating the moves to today's stunt doubles.

The wooden sword made a clattering sound as it cleaved.

He heard Zhong Shujia's walkie-talkie ring: "Director, the guards have finished their styling and are changing clothes with the costume department."

Zhong Shujia held the walkie-talkie: "Got it. Tell them to hurry up. The first scene is the guards' scenes. Ask them if they've had breakfast. If they have, have the production assistants buy it for them. Filming on an empty stomach will make them look tired and lacking energy."

Coming out of the film set.

The clothing crew's trucks were right at the entrance.

The Legend of the Condor Heroes is currently a large production team in Hengdian, employing many people.

The guild will arrange actors for the group as soon as possible.

This time, the first batch of guards alone numbered more than thirty.

The male leader also wore a hood.

It's Zhou Qi. I even received his business card before, and the two of us chatted last night.

When Zhou Qi met Jiang Yang's gaze, he nodded slightly without saying anything, and urged the actors he had brought: "Hurry up! The first scene is ours! Go line up to sign in, and those who brought shoes, put a checkmark next to their names."

The actors lined up to receive their costumes.

Jiang Yang got into the car to go back in a while. When Gu Lina came over, he sat by the car window and saw a familiar face in the line of extras waiting to receive their costumes.

Wu Guangsheng, who was short in stature, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

I haven't spoken with Wu Guangsheng during this period.

Last time, Wu Guangsheng asked Jiang Yang if he wanted him to release a clarification video.

Jiang Yang naturally refused.

Because he cannot bring himself to say it.

Some things cannot be said outright, otherwise they may leave a handle for others to use against you.

I opened my phone and saw my chat history with Wu Guangsheng.

Wu Guangsheng's last message to him was: ["Jiang Yang, I'm sorry, I probably can't help you release that clarification video. I'm afraid I'll be affected by public opinion and lose my job. I'm really sorry, I'm too cowardly."]
A transfer notification followed immediately.

It was a transfer of 900 yuan.

Wu Guangsheng posted again: ["This is the money I earned from being an extra these past few days. Jiang Yang, please accept it. I'm really sorry."]
Jiang Yang returned the money.

She replied, "[It's okay, Guangsheng, don't put so much pressure on yourself. I understand. Every artist in my company who speaks up for me gets dragged into it and gets a lot of flak. I understand.]"
This time, the guards wore a lot of clothing: a water jacket, a long robe, shoes, knee pads, trousers, armor, two belts (one large and one small), a helmet, a mask, two shoulder pads, and two gauntlets.

All of them together weighed more than ten pieces, totaling seven or eight kilograms.

It feels heavy when you wear it.

Fortunately, the weather wasn't hot; in the summer, there would be a high-temperature allowance.

When the team filmed Wu Guangsheng, the costume designer shoved the list in front of him and asked in a harsh tone, "Did you bring your shoes?"

"I brought my own."

"Then put a checkmark! Hurry up!"

Wu Guangsheng quickly signed his name and went to the performance assistant next to him to collect his costume. (End of this chapter)