Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"No."

Yang Chaoyue shook his head: "I'll use my own money to do this myself. I don't want to get involved with the film crew."

"What?"

“The production team will definitely hype it up. I hated Zhong Shujia behind his back when he was using you for publicity. Even now that you've cleared your name and gained a lot of fans, and I've benefited too, with my fan count reaching 120,000, I'm still unhappy about it.”

Yang Chaoyue buried his face in Jiang Yang's shoulder, smelling the scent of Jiang Yang's collar, and slowly said, "Goodwill is tainted once it's hyped up."

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then hugged Yang Chaoyue in his arms even tighter.

With her chin resting on Yang Chaoyue's head, she said, "Yes, yes, I understand, it's my heart."

He then asked, "Chaoyue, why do you want to do this for the primary school in your hometown? Didn't you say you were going to use the money you saved to buy a house?"

"There's no rush to buy a house. Last time I went home, I visited several sales offices in Yancheng and asked around. Yang, you know what? In some areas, the price has already risen to seven or eight thousand yuan per square meter. It's so expensive, how many people can afford it? So I have a feeling that the house price will drop this year. I've been advising my elementary school classmates not to buy a house, not even for their weddings. They should rent instead. Buying now will definitely result in a loss. Wait two years until the house price drops, and then you'll have made a lot of money!"

Jiang Yang understood what he was hearing and was deeply shocked.

I wonder if Yang Chaoyue's elementary school classmates listened to his advice.

If you listen to it.

Let's try to contact each other less often in the future.

Yang Chaoyue continued, "Brother Yang, the times I went home, I saw those kids in the alley wearing rubber shoes, and it was like seeing myself in the past. The soles of my shoes were cracked and I used staples to fix them. In winter, my ankles were frozen red and I was still running on the cobblestone road."

The car is almost at the Qin Palace.

Yang Chaoyue paused for a moment and looked out the car window.

You can see the main gate of the Qin Palace through the visitor passage.

Majestic and imposing.

The film crew's vehicles used the crew's access road.

The Qin Palace tourist area and the photo area are separate.

The car drove towards the side entrance of Han Street, and after showing my ID to the gatekeeper, the barrier gate was raised.

A van belonging to the same film crew followed behind.

The film crew logo for "God of War Zhao Zilong" was affixed to the car window.

It's from the group that Meng Ziyi belongs to.

It's almost lunchtime.

Yang Chaoyue continued, "When I first dropped out of school, I went to work at my mother's zipper factory in Jiaxing. Back then, I was full of fantasies about the future. I thought I would become rich, drive a nice car, and live in a nice house. Although I didn't even dare to go into places like KFC or Starbucks at that time, I dared to dream. Actually, it was because of ignorance that I was fearless. I was telling everyone in the factory that I was the youngest at the time, which made my colleagues laugh non-stop. Until one time, we were chatting on the assembly line, and someone hadn't done their job well. The team leader was in a bad mood. She heard me talking about this and said to me fiercely..."

Speaking of it.

Yang Chaoyue's tone suddenly softened.

Recalling that experience, her eyes reddened slightly, and she took a quick breath: "The team leader said very loudly, 'Yang Chaoyue! You're already in the factory, what are you thinking about? In two years you'll find out, these hands of yours will only be used for zipping zippers for the rest of your life!!!'"

When these things are mentioned...

Yang Chaoyue could see that scene again.

As soon as I close my eyes, I see the team leader standing by the assembly line, his name tag tucked into his belt, his fingernails black with soot.

The team leader's Mandarin is not standard. He emphasizes it with a regional accent.

The surrounding area was filled with the clattering sounds of injection molding machines.

“I don’t blame that team leader. I was resentful at the time, but after a few months, I gradually came to believe that what the team leader said was true, and it still is now. If I hadn’t met you, I might have spent my whole life struggling on the assembly line. So these past few times when I went home and saw those kids in rubber shoes in the alley, it was like seeing my younger self, with cracked soles held together by staples, and my ankles frozen red in the winter while I was still running on the gravel road.”

Yang Chaoyue lowered his head.

Look at your hands.

I rubbed them a few times. The calluses from working in the zipper factory and the textile factory were still there, but they were much thinner.

Jiang Yang reached out his hand.

Take Yang Chaoyue's hand.

Feeling the warmth rising in his palm, Yang Chaoyue continued, "You know my class monitor from elementary school, right? The one I just told you about."

"Yeah. I know."

“He used to have better grades than me. If he hadn’t dropped out of school and gone to university, he might be like me now, knowing that there’s more to life than just working on an assembly line.”

When I was a child, I thought studying was hard, but now I realize that when you get your fingernail pierced by a machine in a factory, you have to watch your team leader's face even if you cry out in pain. That's what real hardship is. Let me tell you, Yang, in my hometown, in the countryside, some ideas are hard to change. Under the influence of their families, those kids might think that everyone does it this way.

They think dropping out of school is normal.

I feel that getting injured is inevitable when working on an assembly line.

As I grow up, I feel like I want to work hard, but I no longer have the chance. Life forces me into a numb state, and I gradually lose my dreams. I think this is normal, and my family tells me that everyone goes through this.

“My grandpa always says that Yueyue is doing well, but every time I go back to the village and see those uncles squatting at the door smoking pipes and waiting for the foreman, I feel that if I hadn’t met you, I would be the female version of them now.”

Housing prices will fall in the future, but I believe that the books we read into our children's minds will be an irreplaceable source of security.

I have a total of 280,000 yuan in savings now. I need it for myself and to give my family a good life. With the rest, there's not much I can do, but it's enough to buy some nice shoes for the students at the elementary school in my hometown. Anyway, I just want the children who wear these shoes to remember that those who can run in complete shoes shouldn't be trapped in a life of worn-out shoes. Yang-ge, you don't need to help me with this; I can handle it myself.”

"Okay, I won't help," Jiang Yang replied.

Upon hearing the figure of 280,000, he barely listened to what Yang Chaoyue said afterward.

I've been thinking about it.

Yang Chaoyue's current income is recorded in his accounts. His film remuneration and salary all go through him. After adding them all up and deducting expenses, it should be 250,000 yuan.

Where did the extra 30,000 come from?

They're all after his money!
I felt a little sorry for Chaoyue.

Now I feel sorry for myself.

A buzzing sound came from outside.

getting bigger.

You can tell at a glance that it's the sound of the film crew's generator truck.

The car approached the film set and stopped next to the generator truck.

This is the outer perimeter of the film set.

In addition to the generator truck, there were also costume trucks, prop trucks, and trucks carrying filming equipment and lighting—all vans, totaling more than a dozen. (End of Chapter)