Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 19: The first time I was fooled by the acting skills of the extras in the audition
Knowing that his performance was over, Yang Chaoyue finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he also felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Look at Jiang Yang again.

But she saw Jiang Yang lying by the door, hunched over, one hand covering his neck, his head tilted, looking at her.

His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but only came out with a hissing sound.

His eyes widened, and the look in them changed from shock to pain.

His eyes were first weak, then desperate.

The arc of his chest rose and fell smaller and smaller, like a candle in the wind, and every breath he took was accompanied by a trembling sound like a broken bellows.

The red dot of the camera focused on Jiang Yang's pale face.

Tang Shuliang was clearly using a prop dagger, but the warm air from the air conditioner seemed to carry the smell of blood and penetrate into everyone's nostrils.

Tang Shuliang's hand holding his glasses was suspended in mid-air, the reflection of the lens obscured his suddenly shrunken pupils. His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the shock in his heart.

Jiang Yang didn't make any unnecessary body movements, but rather displayed micro-expressions.

Because a dying person cannot do anything.

The red dot of the camera was aimed at Jiang Yang lying on the ground.

The entire audition room was silent.

It was so quiet that the only sound could be heard: the unconscious twitching of Jiang Yang's calf muscles caused the soles of his shoes to rub against the ground, making a dying sound.

As Jiang Yang's breath weakened, the sound gradually died down.

The hand covering his neck fell limply and twitched slightly.

As the hand covering the wound on his abdomen fell to the ground, Jiang Yang became completely motionless.

His eyes changed from powerlessness to despair, and his pupils lost focus at this moment.

"Brother Yang..." Yang Chaoyue murmured.

For some reason, even though Yang Chaoyue knew Jiang Yang was just acting, he still felt a pang of sadness.

"Surprise! The last time I saw such talented extras was last year." Tang Shuliang adjusted his glasses.

"Students from the Shanghai Theatre Academy who have received systematic professional training are different," Jiang Fang said with a smile.

She glanced at Yang Chaoyue and said, "This girl acted quite well. The look in her eyes when she saw the shopkeeper's death was very real. Her nose even turned red."

"Oh?"

Tang Shuliang looked back at Yang Chaoyue beside him, only to find that not only was Yang Chaoyue's nose red, but his eyes were also shining with a crystal light.

She clutched her apron with one hand and pinched her arm with the other.

It seems that this little girl can act well.

"Are you expressing your true feelings, or are you acting?" Tang Shuliang asked with a fixed gaze.

"I just feel bad seeing Brother Yang like this."

Yang Chaoyue's mouth pursed, and the sourness in his throat made his temples throb. His tone was hoarse and crying, and there were some sudden tightening gasps.

Her performance actually amused Tang Shuliang: "Excellent performances are very emotionally contagious... Never mind, you passed. The audience will definitely love your genuine reaction."

"Director Tang, that wasn't a real knife you used just now, was it?" the cameraman suddenly said.

"How can it be."

Tang Shuliang took out a retractable prop knife from his pocket, glanced at Jiang Yang, and his heart suddenly tightened.

Jiang Yang was still lying there.

Through the loose white sweater, you could see a pool of blood spreading from the abdomen where he had stabbed her with a prop knife.

It seemed as if blood was flowing out of Jiang Yang's lining.

Dye the sweater red from the inside out.

"Don't scare me, can this thing hurt people?"

Tang Shuliang's heart was beating so fast that he could hear it, and he hurried towards Jiang Yang.

"Jiang Yang!"

"Hey, Jiang Yang!"

"Stop acting, get up! We've passed!"

Jiang Yang didn't move.

Looking at Jiang Yang and his death without any change, even his pupils were out of focus, and Tang Shuliang's feet felt a little weak as if he was stepping into water.

Come on, fuck it…it was an accident!

Why is there blood?!
Jiang Fang stopped talking and didn't dare to go over.

Yang Chaoyue's heart was in a knot.

Tang Shuliang came to Jiang Yang, squatted down, held his breath, and tremblingly lifted up Jiang Yang's sweater, revealing a thick blood-red stain on his shirt.

"Fuck! When did you put ketchup on it? Why didn't I notice when I was acting with you just now?"

Tang Shuliang slapped Jiang Yang's thigh hard, causing him to sit up instantly in pain. "Director Tang, I'm dead now. Hitting me will bring bad luck."

"You are quite capable. You make it look like the real thing." Tang Shuliang pulled Jiang Yang up and said with a smile.

"I did it when I pushed you out the door. How was the show?"

"That's awesome! Damn, I've been in this business for years, and this is the first time I've been fooled by an extra in an audition. I really think you've died before. There's not even a trace of acting left."

……

Simply change clothes in the dressing room, confirm the roles of extras, and sign contracts.

The entire process was handled by Jiang Yang.

Yang Chaoyue followed Jiang Yang, responsible for carrying bags and handing him pens.

When Yang Chaoyue wrote his name on the contract, his hands trembled a little, and the rustling sound of the pen scratching across the paper was drowned out by his heartbeat.

The last time she signed was a hastily executed contract for Jiang Yang's company. The last time before that, it seemed like she was impersonating her father on a test paper a few years ago.

Whether working as a female worker in a textile factory or as a waitress in a restaurant, she had never signed an employment contract.

So much so that after signing his name, Yang Chaoyue felt that his handwriting was crooked and ugly, and not presentable enough.

But the 3500 yuan salary in the contract made her eyes burn.

She can get a salary of 3500 yuan for one day of filming, which is equivalent to her monthly salary as a female worker. The crew also provides boxed lunches.

You don’t need to work all day, just act according to the role when the camera is shooting.

It’s so easy to make this money!

Following Jiang Yang in the elevator downstairs, Yang Chaoyue took the initiative to push open the embossed door with the Canxing logo and felt that the door handle was burning hot.

The sun was high in the sky outside, but I could still feel the cold wind blowing into my collar.

In winter, the trees around Starry Sky Square are so bare that only the bare trunks are left.

The flow of people has increased significantly.

The hawker wore a scarf and carried candied haws on his shoulder, selling them.

An office worker in a thick business suit just finished his afternoon shift.

From time to time, deliverymen wearing Meituan or Ele.me uniforms come in and out of the office building.

"Brother Yang, did I really pass the audition?"

Yang Chaoyue asked in a daze, breathing out white air from his mouth.

"What do you think? The contract has been signed."

"It passed, it must have passed!"

Recalling the entire interview and audition process, Yang Chaoyue's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken, and the hem of her chiffon skirt swayed with her steps.

I want to get into Jiang Yang’s car as soon as possible.

As if this is the only way to make myself feel more at ease.

Arriving at the parking lot, Jiang Yang pressed the car key, the headlights flashed twice, and the car door unlocked.

The white Cayenne originally parked next to it was replaced by a BMW.

The bright red car cover and the smooth shape burned the eyes in the gray and white parking lot in winter, making Yang Chaoyue stop for two seconds when he opened the back door of Jiang Yang Corolla.

"Brother Yang, what car is that next to us?" Sitting in the back seat again, Yang Chaoyue was no longer as cramped as before.

She curled up her legs and pressed them against the air vent to warm her frozen red ankles. She exhaled a puff of white air out the window and drew a smile with her frozen fingertips.

"BMW Z4, sports car."

"Sports car? It must be expensive!"

Jiang Yang slowly reversed the car: "After choosing the configuration, including insurance and tax, the on-road cost is over 500,000 yuan, which can buy five of my crappy cars."

"Fuck!"

More than 50 million!

Yang Chaoyue gasped when he heard this.

Building a three-story brick house in his hometown of Yancheng, including building materials, labor costs and decoration costs, only cost 20 yuan.

The price of this car is equivalent to two houses in my hometown.

"This car looks nice, but it's too expensive and only has two seats... What about that one?"

Yang Chaoyue pointed at a black jade Porsche Cayenne in front of him and said, "That one looks pretty expensive too."

Jiang Yang started the car: "That one, two damn ones."

Yang Chaoyue was shocked when he heard this.

One million is an astronomical figure for me, but if I use it to buy a car, I will be really rich.

She tutted, leaned forward, and poked her head out to say to Jiang Yang, "Brother Yang, your car is so comfortable. If I work for a few years, I can buy a car like yours and drive it back home for my dad to ride in. He'll definitely be so proud of me in the village and think I've made it."

"This day will come." Jiang Yang tapped his knuckles on the steering wheel in a determined rhythm.

Not long after the car drove out of the parking lot, Jiang Yang parked the car on the side of the road and asked: "Have you brought all the contracts?"

"I have it with me. It's in your briefcase." Yang Chaoyue replied.

"Don't sit in the back seat, sit in the front. We have to drive more than 20 kilometers back. I'm a little sleepy. Come talk to me."

"Oh, all right, boss."

Yang Chao jumped out of the car, opened the passenger door, and leaned in to sit.

The sun is pouring down from the azure sky, and strands of hair are bobbing in the sun.

Sitting in the passenger seat of a car for the first time, Yang Chaoyue felt a little uneasy, kneeling together and folding Jiang Yang's briefcase on his legs covered by his chiffon skirt.

"Fasten your seat belts." Jiang Yang reminded.

"Oh, seat belt..."

Yang Chaoyue leaned sideways and felt around in the gap between the seats for a long time, but couldn't find the seat belt.

Hearing the horn of the car behind her urging her to go, she became a little flustered.

"Don't panic, we haven't violated any traffic rules. Take your time, there's no rush. This is how you fasten your seatbelt."

Suddenly I felt a warm breath approaching.

Jiang Yang leaned over, and his slender, bony hand passed in front of her, grabbed the seat belt near the car door, and gently pulled it over.

The cool metal buckle pressed against my collarbone.

Yang Chaoyue turned around and saw Jiang Yang's handsome face with three-dimensional features.

(End of this chapter)