Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 23: Seeing Hope of Changing Destiny

Jiang Yang pulled out his car keys and pointed to the printing shop. "Director Tang asked us to fill in our resumes and go through the formalities. We'll have them reviewed by the external producer of the "Go Fighting" production team."

"Don't worry about such a small matter. I can go alone."

something wrong.

Even your name is used.

After getting to know Yang Chaoyue, the girl rarely called him "you", and Jiang Yang would not have so many requests in private.

In response to Yang Chaoyue's sudden attentiveness, Jiang Yang uttered, "Hmm?"

"Aren't you sleepy? I just want you to take a nap in the car." Seeing Jiang Yang's fixed gaze looking at him, Yang Chaoyue's eyes dodged slightly, and his lower eyelids trembled slightly.

[Under your care, Yang Chaoyue's acting skills have improved. You have received feedback, and his acting skills have increased by +1.]

Even without the system prompt, Jiang Yang could tell from the subtle expression of Yang Chaoyue's eyelids trembling when he spoke that Yang Chaoyue was worried.

Playing him again.

My acting skills were not shown during the audition at Canxing Company, so all the credit went to him.

"I finished my resume last night and sent it to your email. Please print out three copies."

"Oh! All right, all right!"

Yang Chaoyue breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Jiang Yang had folded down the seat back and lay down on it, with no intention of getting out of the car.

The phone beeped, indicating that the QQ mailbox had received a new email from Jiang Yang.

Placing the phone on the center console, Jiang Yang's fingertips rested on his temple for two more seconds, fatigue seeping out from under his half-closed eyelids: "Then I won't get out of the car. I'll lie down for a while. You can handle it by yourself, right?"

"I can!"

Yang Chaoyue's throat slid up and down slightly, like swallowing an unripe green plum, sour but with a firm sweet aftertaste.

Although Yang Chaoyue calls Jiang Yang "Brother Yang", she understands that Jiang Yang is actually her boss.

The boss helped me a lot.

This is the first time that the boss has assigned me to do something alone, so even if it is just a small thing like printing a resume, I have to take it seriously.

"Is there anything else you need me to do, Brother Yang?"

"Can you cook?" Jiang Yang asked.

“I can cook the special dishes from my hometown of Yancheng!”

“I wonder if there’s a vegetable market nearby.”

"Yes, Brother Yang! Just around the corner is the factory where I used to work. I'm very familiar with this area."

"After you've printed your resume, go pick up some groceries. I'll reimburse you for them when I get back. We've been very busy these past few days and are tired of eating takeout. I'll make a meal today because we'll be filming in a few days."

"Okay!"

Yang Chaoyue stepped out of the car, but his shoulder was stuck.

Jiang Yang pressed the buckle of the passenger seat belt, and with a whoosh, the seat belt around Yang Chaoyue's shoulders was unfastened: "Fasten your seat belt when you get in the car, and unfasten it when you get out. Remember this."

"Yeah!" Yang Chaoyue closed the car door gently and walked towards the printing shop opposite.

The air was filled with oil smoke, and the familiar smell made Yang Chaoyue feel a little strange.

The fried noodle stall owner swung an iron spoon and hit the edge of the pot, and the smoke and the smell of chili spread over the telephone pole covered with small advertisements.

The vendor in a pink apron collected money while looking at the intersection, ready to push her cart to avoid the urban management at any time.

The bottom of the trash can was filled with fast food boxes and beverage bottles.

Crossing the drainage ditch filled with a foul and sour smell, Yang Chaoyue entered the printing shop.

The smell of ink mixed with old cardboard hits my nose.

The hum of the printer was mixed with the sound of the proprietress cracking sunflower seeds.

There were several customers inside, and it would take more than ten minutes to print her and Jiang Yang's resumes.

Yang Chaoyue sat on a plastic stool at the door.

The iron gate of the textile factory at the street entrance creaked open, and groups of female workers rushed to the fast food trucks on the street. Yang Chaoyue exhaled white air from his mouth and gazed slightly.

In the crowded crowd of female workers, she seemed to see herself a few days ago.

At that time, I never thought that today I would go to the downtown area of ​​Shanghai, see the Foxconn building, cross the Songpu Bridge, pass by the old Xujiahui Catholic Church, and come to Canxing Company in Star Plaza. I passed the interview, completed the audition, successfully signed the contract, and won the role of an extra in the second episode of the second season of "Go Fighting!."

Not only can you get close to the stars.

There is even a chance to act opposite stars such as Luo Zhixiang, Sun Honglei, Huang Bo, Huang Lei, and Zhang Yixin.

more importantly.

She can get 3500 yuan for a day's performance.

This is just the income after Brother Yang paid taxes for her. If the pre-tax amount is included, the amount will be even greater.

Yang Chaoyue's eyes brightened. "Luckily, I mustered up the courage to call Brother Yang in front of the job board that day..."

Yang Chaoyue's gaze moved from the mottled and cracked concrete road to the front of the silver Corolla parked opposite, and through the car window glass, fell on Jiang Yang who was dozing off.

She saw hope in Jiang Yang's handsome profile.

The hope of changing her fate so that she no longer has to work as a migrant worker on an assembly line in a big city.

I hope to earn money to treat my father's back injury, so that he can live a better life without having to do hard labor or fatigue.

After printing his resume and arriving at Jiang Yang's car, Yang Chaoyue suddenly heard a familiar voice:

"A new female worker has come to the dormitory, and Yueyue's bed has been taken. I don't know if Yueyue has returned to her hometown in Yancheng. It's been half a month. Before, at this time, I would lie on the bed in the dormitory, waiting for Yueyue to bring me food."

Yang Chaoyue unconsciously rubbed the rough edge of his resume with his fingers and tilted his head to look.

It’s Sister Yan.

A former colleague on the textile factory assembly line and also a roommate in the dormitory.

(End of this chapter)