Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 33 Speak Politely and Respect Your Boss

Yang Chaoyue's heart beat faster and faster.

I have never been on a plane, nor have I been to Ningbo, nor have I been to a film and television shooting base, nor have I had contact with any staff from the variety show crew.

After becoming a contracted artist of Jiangyang Company, she has only spoken to Director Tang and Director Jiang of Canxing Company in this industry.

I never thought that I would have the opportunity to be on TV!

After the filming is finished and I get the money, I can buy my dad a second-hand smartphone.

There might even be a chance for Dad to see me on TV.

After signing a contract to become an artist of Jiangyang Company, I am willing to wait for a year, let alone a month, for this announcement that will change my life!
I have nothing, but I have plenty of time.

Yang Chaoyue grabbed three steamed dumplings and stuffed them into his mouth without even bothering to dip them in the chili sauce. He turned around and lay on his side, his forehead hitting the vertical edge of the door frame with a bang.

Judging from the noise, it shouldn't be a big deal. Jiang Yang sat up a little straighter and asked, "Is your little head okay?"

"No problem at all, very smart."

"You seem to be in a lot of pain. How about taking a rest for a day and going again tomorrow?"

"No, it doesn't hurt at all! Let's pack our luggage now." Yang Chaoyue covered his red forehead and hurried into the room to pack.

[Under your care, Yang Chaoyue's acting skills have improved. Your acting skills +1]

Yang Chaoyue swallowed the bun in his mouth in big gulps, and the frequency of his chewing increased, causing his esophagus to squeeze out the air and make a gurgling sound.

There was a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Eat slowly! The contract has been signed. If someone chokes and can't go to the shoot, I'll have to compensate Canxing!"

Jiang Yang reminded him calmly, letting Yang Chaoyue pack his things in a hurry.

Even if something big happened, he would still finish his breakfast comfortably.

Jiang Yang finished eating the fried rice that Canxing packed for him, but his stomach was still not full. He saw a cup of soy milk that Yang Chaoyue had half drunk left on the coffee table.

He didn't mind, he pulled out the straw, threw it into the trash can, and inserted a new straw to drink.

Lie on the sofa and check today's news.

The first one is:

The 7th Macau International Film Festival held an awards ceremony, and Zhao Liying won the Golden Lotus Award for Best TV Actress for her role in "The Journey of Flower".

He glanced again at the two documents of his placed on the coffee table.

I don’t know when Yang Chaoyue wiped it with a tissue, but the edge is smooth and clean enough to reflect light.

"Haven't you finished packing yet?"

Jiang Yang's peripheral vision would occasionally track Yang Chaoyue's busy figure.

Continue to read the next news:
Zheng Shuang and Hu Yanbing's curtain kiss was photographed and exposed, causing the Weibo server to be paralyzed for half an hour.

"Brother Yang, I'm ready." Yang Chaoyue was still wearing the chiffon skirt that had been washed several times. She tied her hair into a high ponytail and put a pink hairpin in it.

The thighs were bare, straight, slender and snow-white.

Perhaps because of working in a factory, there are obvious muscle lines on the outside of his thighs, which are slightly raised, forming just the right curve.

Only wearing leggings, no thermal stockings.

This was the best outfit she could muster.

Jiang Yang sighed. He had wanted to take Yang Chaoyue to buy a new set of clothes for a long time, but he always forgot because he was busy.

He also mentioned this matter to Yang Chaoyue, but Yang Chaoyue always shirked it by saying it was a waste of money.

This needs to be written down in the memo. I need to be more attentive to my employees. I'll take Yang Chaoyue to buy it directly later. Otherwise, what will happen if Yang Chaoyue gets frozen and can't get the properties? "Did you bring your ID card?"

"I brought it, but I'm not an adult. Can I take the plane?"

"You can do it even without becoming a spirit."

Jiang Yang packed up his two documents, went into the room and came out carrying a briefcase.

Yang Chaoyue has an impression of this briefcase.

When Jiang Yang was interviewed at Starbucks a month ago, he was carrying this briefcase. He had seen it several times, but he still felt subconsciously scared when he saw it this time.

Push open the door.

The cold wind suddenly blew away the heat in the living room.

Yang Chaoyue's legs were trembling and he got goose bumps from the cold.

Jiang Yang looked back at Yang Chaoyue's bulging backpack and said, "You've brought so much stuff! It's like you're going to the battlefield."

"Just some daily necessities. When I first came to Shanghai from my hometown in Yancheng to find a job, I brought more things with me." Yang Chaoyue said with a smile.

Seeing Jiang Yang about to close the door, she looked at the coffee table on the floor and suddenly called out, "Wait a minute, Brother Yang."

"Did you forget to bring something again? Hurry up." "No... I, I was a little reluctant and wanted to take a picture."

"Reluctant?"

"After all, I've lived here for a month."

Yang Chaoyue's eyes wandered around the empty rental house. "I often lie on the sofa and eat at the coffee table. I also learned English vocabulary and Mandarin pronunciation here."

"We'll be back in two days, and this place will be the same. Nothing will change."

"It's different. It feels different."

"Take a picture." Jiang Yang turned his head and looked towards the elevator.

The creaking sound of the steel cables rustling away faded away, and he pulled out his cell phone: "The elevator is going up, and it won't be coming down for a while."

Yang Chaoyue took out her old flip-phone Nokia 6650, and the spring sound of the mechanical shutter was heard.

Click on the photo to view.

In the photo, the morning sun shines through the balcony sliding door and slants into the empty living room.

The bacon sent by Jiang Yang's mother was hung on the clothesline on the balcony, and the fat reflected golden spots.

The air conditioner is turned off, the fan blades are folded, and the balcony outdoor unit no longer makes a humming sound day and night.

Jiang Yang was too lazy to take the IPAD on the sofa, so he unplugged the charger.

There was some dust on the floor that was not cleaned up in time.

The quality and details of the photos taken by the 200-megapixel camera are naturally not as good as the ones taken by Jiang Yang with his iPhone 6 behind him.

That's right.

While waiting for the elevator, Jiang Yang also took a photo.

In addition to the high-definition photos taken by the 800-megapixel camera, the photos also include Yang Chaoyue, who is wearing a pink chiffon skirt, bare thighs in the middle of winter, and carrying an old, bulging schoolbag.

Jiang Yang put away his phone: "Can we go now? Alright."

"What did you call me?"

"Isn't Aluo your nickname? Last time I heard your dad calling you on the phone, he called you that."

Yang Chaoyue turned around and patted Jiang Yang: "What's that? I told you last time, A-lo is what my father in my hometown calls his daughter."

"Oh, right, I forgot. Next time, pay attention... The Yancheng dialect and the Wudu dialect are very different. In my hometown, daughters are usually called "yaonu" or "mei'er". If you are addressing your own daughter to someone else, you would say "my daughter's mei'er."

"My sister next door." Yang Chaoyue imitated Jiang Yang's tone.

"Go press the elevator." Jiang Yang handed the briefcase to Yang Chaoyue. "You can't even speak Mandarin properly, why are you learning Wudu dialect? Wudu dialect isn't that easy to learn."

"I'll say something else."

"What can you do?"

Yang Chaoyue picked up his bag skillfully, took a few quick steps, and pressed the elevator button: "You're such a jerk!"

Jiang Yang's mouth twitched when he heard the shrewd dialect.

Happy is a swear word in the fog.

But Yang Chaoyue didn't pronounce that tune. His tongue wasn't curled enough and his voice wasn't high enough. It sounded really weird.

Where did Yang Chaoyue study?

If you think about it, there are plenty of opportunities to learn. Every time he talks to his family on the phone, he gets scolded from time to time.

Especially his father, when he heard that he had started a company outside, he was always worried that he was involved in pyramid schemes and would be cheated.

"Yang Chaoyue, speak nicely and show some respect to the boss."

"You idiot!"

After Yang Chaoyue finished speaking, he immediately covered his mouth and laughed.

[Under your care, Yang Chaoyue's ability to speak the Fog City dialect has improved. Your Fog City dialect level increased by +1.]

Although I was scolded by my own employees, I accidentally got some attributes!

Eh.

wrong.

This attribute is useless!

Do you really need to learn your hometown dialect from Yang Chaoyue?!

I got scolded for nothing.

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