Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 2: Adulthood
Yang Chaoyue had to go back to the factory to change his clothes for the interview. As the interviewer, Jiang Yang naturally had to change into a formal suit.

I drove to the Fuli community where I rented a house, and saw a promotional poster for the movie "One Hundred Thousand Bad Jokes" in the elevator.

Jiang Yang pressed the button for the 6th floor. When the elevator door was about to close, he caught a glimpse of a blue figure outside the corridor rushing towards him.

Jiang Yang opened the elevator door, and the Ele.me guy squeezed in carrying a blue canvas bag. He nodded and smiled at Jiang Yang, "Thanks, buddy."

"How's the takeout business lately?" Jiang Yang chatted as the elevator door closed.

The Ele.me delivery guy chuckled: "It's not bad. One order can make six or seven yuan including subsidies. Ele.me and Meituan are competing fiercely. The subsidies to universities are very generous. It's simply because they have too much money to burn. They lose money to gain publicity, which makes it cheaper for us riders."

Nowadays, group buying, food delivery, and e-commerce markets have not yet been monopolized by giants, and capitalists are spending money to seize the market.

After a few years, when one company dominates the industry, it will be time to reap the profits.

Jiang Yang has thought about seizing the opportunities of the times and starting a business to make money.

What's the point of living a new life and working so hard to make money instead of enjoying life?

Anyway, the supermarket business opened by my parents in the foggy city has always been good. Although it is not as big as large supermarkets like Walmart and RT-Mart, it is not small in scale and has some brand influence.

If it weren't for the awakening of the Little Flower Cultivation System, Jiang Yang really wanted to live off his parents.

Jiang Yang arrived at the rental house and just as he took out his keys, he received a call from his mother. She spoke in a thick Wudu dialect: "I sent you the bacon. Did you get it?"

"It's in the refrigerator. It's over-salted and very salty."

"I've been out there for a month, but have you found a job? Where is it?"

"In Shanghai's Songjiang District, manufacturing is concentrated here, with many factories. I interviewed for accounting and finance positions at several small factories, but failed every time."

I was reborn a month ago when I had a quarrel with my father and ran away from home to pursue my career.

Adolescent rebellion.

Always wanting to prove myself to my parents.

It's ridiculously childish, but it's consistent with my style ten years ago.

I closed the door and looked around my rental house.

A two-bedroom, one-living room apartment that costs 2000 yuan a month is certainly not luxuriously decorated.

Gas stove, air conditioner, refrigerator, private bathroom, everything you need is available.

Xiaomi's first-generation air purifier is placed in the living room, and physical copies of "Grave Robbers' Chronicles" are piled on the coffee table.

The setting sun shines through the balcony's electrostatic window grilles with the word "Fu", making the room bright.

The familiar supermarket announcement at home came from the mobile phone receiver: Scan the QR code with Alipay to receive a red envelope, and get 5 off for purchases over 50.

My mom was probably busy at her supermarket when she found some time to call me: "Are you still looking for a job?"

"I can't find it anymore."

"Don't look for someone to talk to!"

As if it was a long-awaited answer, my mother laughed out loud:
"Don't be angry with your old man. Come back and continue your senior year of high school. Your old man said that you shouldn't come back unless you make something of yourself. It was all just angry words. Your old man knew that your grades were not good, but he didn't say anything to encourage you. He insisted that you go out into society to suffer. You have to take a step forward."

My mother added, "Our supermarket is doing very well. Why don't you major in business administration in college? You can inherit the family business."

His parents wanted him to take over the family business, but he thought it was boring and decided to make it on his own.

This conflict of values ​​due to the generational difference made me particularly resistant to my parents' arrangements at that time.

"I'm not angry with Dad. Give me some more time. Maybe I can really make a name for myself and appear on TV to make you proud."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Seriously, the company is already open, and we're about to discuss signing a future female star, chosen from among the female workers in the textile factory."

“You’re really joking.

The mother on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief.

I raised my son by myself, don’t I understand him?

If you can’t even issue a receipt, how can you run a company?

Let’s not talk about anything else, just in the first half of this year, the head teacher called her to school several times because of her son’s love affair.

A female worker in a textile factory chose a future actress to discuss signing a contract?

Bullshit!
Which factory girl can change her fate and become a female star? In all likelihood, her son couldn't find a job, so he went to the factory to pick up girls.

Jiang Yang came to the master bedroom and opened the wardrobe: "Mom, if you feel sorry for me, please transfer 10 yuan to me later. I need to pay the employees in the future, and money is a bit tight."

"Another 10? Don't even think about it! I gave you 10 when you ran away from home, and you spent it all so quickly? If your husband knew you were having so much fun out there, he'd give you a slap in the face when he got back!"

My mother scolded me a few words.

His tone softened again: "Your sister is thinking about you. Come back soon. Pay attention to safety measures and don't get anyone killed. No one can protect you outside."

"I'll be back after the Chinese New Year, and I'll also take the college entrance exam. Love you, Mom!"

Jiang Yang was telling the truth.

Jiang Yang not only plans to take the college entrance examination, but also the art examinations of Beijing Film Academy, Central Academy of Drama, and Shanghai Theatre Academy, otherwise it would be a waste of time to register half a month ago.

As for what kind of results will be achieved, of course it depends on how many attributes he can get from Yang Chaoyue.

The phone hangs up.

The mobile phone payment SMS notification sounded, and 10 yuan arrived.

Although they claim to be independent, they still rely on their family for financial support.

My dad told him not to come back after he left, hoping that he would suffer outside so that he could study hard when he returned. In fact, he must be extremely worried about him, but he just couldn't let go and called him.

My mother said she would not transfer money to him, but after hanging up the phone, she transferred it to him.

Jiang Yang knows all too well the little thoughts of his family members.

Cruel in words, but heartbroken in reality

Take a quick look at the clothes in your closet.

The most expensive item is the custom-made suit in the closet that he brought from home.

A custom model costing RMB 2.

In her previous life, she wore it to find a job, but now she was using it to fool Yang Chaoyue, who was still a factory girl.

He put on his suit neatly and stroked the lapel of his suit with his fingertips. The texture of the wool and silk blend was very real.

The waistline is just right, and the moment the cuffs are embedded in the grooves, the forearm muscles form a smooth arc under the custom-made shirt.

This 18-year-old body has not yet been eroded by tobacco and alcohol. It is 1.8 meters tall and looks like a straight poplar.

Jiang Yang couldn't help but sigh: "It's great to be young."

The body functions have become younger, but the mindset remains the same as in the previous life.

I always like beautiful 18-year-old girls.

An instinctive nostalgia for youth.

When buttoning up, the spider-web-like cracks on the lower right corner of the full-length mirror seem to divide the person in the mirror into two time and space: 2015 and 2025.

On the left is Jiang Yang's handsome and taut jawline, while on the right is reflected the relaxed eyes that were trained from socializing at drinking parties in his previous life.

On one side is the former naivety, and on the other side are infinite possibilities.

Both familiar and unfamiliar.

……

Yang Chaoyue returned to the factory, took off his work clothes, dressed up, and tried his best to wash away the smell of machine oil from the textile factory.

Half an hour early, I arrived at the Starbucks coffee shop where I had previously agreed to interview Jiang Yang.

The glass curtain wall reflected the pink chiffon skirt that Yang Chaoyue borrowed.

This is a closed-end model that my roommate bought at a shopping mall in my hometown. There are still some uncut threads on the cuffs.

It was also the best-looking piece of clothing she could borrow from the textile factory.

In order to maintain my image, I naturally didn't wear warm autumn trousers.

Counting the steps as he walked inside, Yang Chaoyue's nose was red from the cold. Pushing open the glass door, the warm air blew into his chiffon skirt, causing it to wrinkle. The sudden temperature difference made Yang Chaoyue feel a little uncomfortable.

After all, she had never eaten at Starbucks and felt that it was not a place that someone with her income could afford.

In the past, they were either roadside stalls or stores like Shaxian.

There's a feeling of being out of place, like I don't belong here.

Afraid that what I wear will look out of place.

The clerk at the front desk wearing a green scarf glanced at Yang Chaoyue.

Inside, there were several urban white-collar workers wrapped in cocoon-like down jackets, typing on the backlit keyboard of the first-generation MacBook Air.

On the table is the latest rose gold IPHONE6.

The customer who was ordering food at the front desk had a green WeChat bubble icon on his phone that Yang Chaoyue had never seen before.

She has an old flip phone Nokia, and the most commonly used chat tool is mobile QQ.

Others are used to it, but I feel like an intruder

Yang Chaoyue found a seat by the window in the corner and sat down. He listened awkwardly to the piano piece "All of Me" playing in the store for a while. He stood up and went to the front desk. He glanced at the price list timidly, then looked up at the metal nameplate on the clerk's chest that read "Welcome to use Starbucks Gift Cards" and asked:

"Do you need to apply for a Star Gift Card to make purchases here?"

“You can pay directly in cash.”

Hearing this, Yang Chaoyue breathed a sigh of relief.

I looked at the price list again and found that the cheapest hot American coffee cost 35 yuan.

"I'd like two hot Americanos, small ones."

"No small cups, beautiful lady, at least a medium cup."

"Oh..." Yang Chaoyue shrank his shoulders. He was not used to this kind of consumption scene and was timid in his heart: "Then I'll have two medium cups."

Take out the neatly stacked change from your wallet.

When I was a student, I would save money to buy a piece of clothing.

When I first started working in a factory, I would calculate what I could buy with an hour's wage.

Two cups of coffee cost 70 yuan, which would cost me 300 threads in a textile factory to make back.

This place is definitely not something she can afford.

In order to give the interviewer a good impression, this money cannot be saved.

Consume despite the odds.

Yang Chaoyue held two cups of hot American coffee and came to the window seat, placing one cup on the seat opposite, waiting for Jiang Yang to arrive.

The coffee aroma was unfamiliar.

She took a sip of her own cup and found it bitter, not as delicious as Wahaha.

Why do rich people like to drink this?
Yang Chaoyue didn't understand, but he was envious.

I envy others for their high income and good jobs.

When I was little, I envied my classmates for wearing designer clothes, while I could only wear cheap clothes.

After I started working, I envied young people with high incomes who could travel abroad, as I had a limited budget.

I envy others for having a complete and reunited family.

What is the process for interviewing the women’s team?
What questions will the interviewer ask you later?
Yang Chaoyue had no idea what to do. In the past, whether working as a female worker in a textile factory or a waiter in a restaurant, there was no need for an interview, as long as you could do the job.

No matter what, I must perform well in this opportunity.

Even if you are unsure, you have to hold on.

The old flip-phone Nokia on the table started ringing.

It was the same phone number that appeared in the previous recruitment advertisement, and Yang Chaoyue noted it was Manager Jiang.

"Manager Jiang." Yang Chaoyue answered the phone, feeling nervous. "I'm at Starbucks."

"I just walked in. Where are you sitting? Stand up and wave."

Yang Chaoyue subconsciously stood up and waved. When he looked up, he saw Jiang Yang pushing the door in at first sight.

He was wearing a neat suit, but I couldn't tell what brand it was. I just felt that when he wore it, he looked like the chaebol's special assistant in Korean dramas.

He was over 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders that were very noticeable. He had a slicked-back hair and looked smart and capable. He was carrying a briefcase in his hand.

He had a high nose bridge, narrow eyes, a clear and smooth jawline, fair skin, and was so handsome that she was a little dazed.

He doesn't look like a middle-aged man at all.

Putting aside her clothes and appearance, her face alone seemed to be about the same age as her.

This is, her interviewer?

If you work your way up to the position of Human Resources Manager in an entertainment company, you should be around 30 years old.

Or does the other person just look younger?

Yang Chaoyue subconsciously pinched the hem of her skirt, not even thinking about appreciating the handsome guy, and looked at Jiang Yang nervously as he walked towards her.

"Excuse me, is this Ms. Yang Chaoyue?"

"Yes, it's me."

Yang Chaoyue subconsciously adjusted his sitting position, trying to cover up the threads on his clothes.

There is immaturity, embarrassment, and the stubborn desire to become better.

Jiang Yang extended his hand to Yang Chaoyue with the demeanor of a seasoned professional. He smiled and said, "Hello, Ms. Yang. I'm the HR manager of Sunshine Entertainment. I'm Jiang Yang, and I'm your interviewer this time."

Jiang Yang's smile was so beautiful that it dazzled Yang Chaoyue.

She became even more nervous.

Because the temperament that Jiang Yang exuded was mature and sophisticated, completely different from the people she had met in the factory before.

"Hello, Manager Jiang." Yang Chaoyue extended his hand hastily.

Jiang Yang gently squeezed Yang Chaoyue's fingers and asked him to sit down: "You are an adult now, right?"

"I'm an adult! This is my ID card." Yang Chaoyue quickly licked his front teeth with the tip of his tongue to hide his nervousness, and kept a smile on his lips.

When Jiang Yang's eyes swept over the date of birth, her lower eyelid twitched slightly, and she suddenly added: "Counting the lunar age, I'm an adult!"

"In principle, the age of artists signed by our company must be calculated according to their ID cards."

Jiang Yang unzipped his briefcase, took out the interview registration form and a Montblanc fountain pen, took off the pen cap, and wrote the three words "Yang Chaoyue" in the name column according to the ID card handed to him.

The Montblanc pen tip reflected the warm light from the overhead lamp, casting a slender shadow on the registration form, and the ink seeped into the paper fibers.

The handwriting was very neat with strokes, which made Yang Chaoyue inexplicably nervous.

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she pushed the coffee cup forward, revealing the thin calluses typical of textile workers on her slender wrists. "Manager Jiang, your coffee."

Yang Chaoyue was not used to the bitter and expensive hot American coffee, but she did not dare to say it out loud. She kept a smile on her face and said, "It tastes good. Eat it while it's hot."

"Thank you."

Jiang Yang took the coffee and took a sip. The condensation on the cup wall spread out on the wooden tabletop. "Time is precious. Let's get straight to the point. Let's officially begin the interview."

"Ok!"

"Ms. Yang, what is your height?"

"1 meters."

"weight?"

"100 kilograms."

Jiang Yang picked up his pen and wrote it down, then glanced up at the other person: "Kilograms? Is the food at the textile factory so good? Yang Chaozhong."

(End of this chapter)