Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 35 Just work hard and leave the rest to me.

Hou Peng knew that Jiang Yang was an expert when he heard his accent and the questions he asked.

His Adam's apple rolled, he nodded, and said nothing.

"Hongqiao Airport, can we use the meter?" Jiang Yang asked.

"Okay, okay, get in, get in. I've opened the trunk for you."

Hou Peng muttered.

It doesn’t matter whether this young man is from Shanghai or not, he definitely knows how to handle him.

If a taxi does not use the meter, it is an illegal taxi. Under the increasingly perfect system in the industry, a small matter of making a complaint and getting scolded by the supervisor will mean that your trip today will be in vain and your performance bonus for this month will be deducted.

After putting away the suitcase and getting into the car with Jiang Yang, Yang Chaoyue noticed the red meter on the center console.

The starting price is 15 yuan for 3 kilometers, and the price per kilometer is unknown.

Yang Chaoyue took out his mobile phone and searched it, and found it.

During the day, the fee is 2.4 yuan per kilometer after 3 kilometers, and 3.6 yuan per kilometer after 10 kilometers.

A simple calculation of the distance to Hongqiao Airport shows that it will cost less than 100 yuan at most.

The driver really ripped her off.

Brother Yang saw it at a glance.

After looking at the phone for a few minutes, I felt a little dizzy. Hou Peng was driving very fast, braking and accelerating continuously. His driving skills were much worse than his boss's.

Yang Chaoyue put away his cell phone and looked at the rusty red iron sheets of old factory buildings passing by outside the window for a while. He tried to roll down the window, but the cold wind made him shiver and squint, so he quickly rolled the window up.

After recovering a little, she whispered to Jiang Yang beside her, "Brother Yang, you must have been in the Magic City for a long time. You even speak the Magic City dialect."

"Want to learn?"

"Yeah! Next time you take a taxi, pretend to be a Shanghai local. It can save a lot of trouble and save the company money."

Jiang Yang really likes employees like Yang Chaoyue, who always think about saving money for the company.

In fact, he doesn't know much about Shanghai dialect.

In my previous life, I often came to Shanghai to expand business, visit customers, and participate in exhibitions. I needed to communicate frequently with local dealers in Shanghai, which led me to learn some Shanghai dialect.

To put it bluntly, it can't actually be considered Shanghai dialect, it's mainly Mandarin with a Shanghai accent.

It was the local dialect of Shanghai, and he himself didn't understand how to pronounce it.

The taxi drove into Minhang District. The scenery outside the window was no longer low-rise factory buildings, but corporate office buildings with glass curtain walls rising from the ground.

The Bund Clock Tower appears in the distance.

There was a long line at the breakfast stall in the alley.

"My name is Yang Chaoyue." Jiang Yang spoke in Mandarin with a Shanghai accent.

Start calling from this sentence.

Fortunately, Yang Chaoyue had been taught Mandarin before, so he could pronounce the front nasal sounds, back nasal sounds, and flat and retroflex tongue sounds skillfully.

It won’t be difficult to learn.

Jiang Yang slowly teaches:

"The pronunciation of the word 'I' is closer to 'wu', with the tongue retracted when pronouncing it. The pronunciation of the word 'jiao' makes 'iao' more like 'ia'. The pronunciation of the initial 'ch' in the word 'chao' should be closer to 'c', and the pronunciation of the final 'ao' should sound more like 'a'. The pronunciation of the word 'yue' should make 'ue' sound like 'eh'."

Jiang Yang spoke slowly: "The tone is relatively steady, without the obvious ups and downs of standard Mandarin."

He taught me word by word.

Yang Chaoyue studied very seriously, his thick eyelashes blinking, full of curiosity, and he didn't even bother to look at the scenery outside the car window.

After a while, Yang Chaoyue said, "I am Yang Chaoyue... Brother Yang, does what I said sound right?"

[Under your care, Yang Chaoyue's Magic City dialect proficiency has improved. Your Magic City dialect proficiency level +1]

I got the attribute.

Jiang Yang felt the newly acquired attribute values ​​in his mind. The five tones of the Shanghai dialect, yinping, yangping, shangsheng, qusheng and rusheng, as well as the continuous tone change rules became extremely familiar at this moment.

Jiang Yang also mastered words like Nong, Ala, Yi, which were handed down from the ancient Wu language period, as well as Longtang and Baixiang, which are very characteristic of Shanghai.

Nong means you, Ala means we, and Yi means he or she. Jiang Yang smiled at Hou Peng and said, "Master, did you hear that? Does Yi just speak like Shanghainese?"

The taxi drove into the intersection of Changning District and Minhang District. While waiting for the traffic light, Hou Peng looked back at Jiang Yang with a rather depressed look: "Yes, yes, he said it was very similar, and you said it was even more similar. Are you the Magic City Ning?"

As the taxi sped along the asphalt road, the magnificent outline of Terminal 1 became clearer and clearer in Yang Chaoyue's eyes.

"We're here, get off." Jiang Yang took out his wallet to pay.

"Okay."

Yang Chaoyue pushed open the car door and the biting cold wind made her shiver.

After skillfully taking the luggage out of the trunk, Yang Chaoyue looked up at the huge building in front of him, a little dazed.

The huge glass curtain wall reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight, causing her to squint subconsciously.

Taxis, private cars, and airport buses shuttle back and forth in an orderly manner.

A traffic director wearing a reflective vest stood at the intersection, waving his command post skillfully and blowing his whistle from time to time.

At the entrance of the terminal stood several security personnel wearing dark uniforms, police hats and walkie-talkies on their waists.

Yang Chaoyue's heart beat faster and faster.

Jiang Yang got out of the taxi. She turned around and looked at the taxi meter, which showed 92 yuan.

"It's only 92. The driver initially agreed to 550."

"You'll have experience next time, right?" Jiang Yang walked towards the terminal gate.

"Yeah, I got it!"

Yang Chaoyue nodded vigorously, shrank his neck, and followed Jiang Yang.

The moment I stepped through the automatic door, the warm air mixed with the smell of disinfectant hit me in the face.

The steel-structured arched dome comes into view.

Flight information kept flashing on the huge electronic screen.

Multiple languages ​​echoed alternately in the broadcast.

Business travelers in suits and ties walked past with their suitcases, and the wheels of the luggage carts made crisp sounds as they hit the marble floor.

The glass curtain wall reflected countless Jiang Yangs carrying briefcases and myself shrunk into a smaller dot.

In a trance, I couldn't tell which side was the real world.

The airline staff, dressed in neat uniforms, smiled as they processed the passenger's paperwork. They looked at Yang Chaoyue, gave him a professional smile, and said, "Hello."

Yang Chaoyue immediately lowered his head awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.

Her ears turned red as she took the briefcase from Jiang Yang's hand: "Brother Yang, let me help you with the bag... The airport is bigger than I imagined."

"Are you afraid of getting lost?"

"A little."

Noticing that Yang Chaoyue was as uneasy as a young elk about to get lost, clutching his briefcase tightly, Jiang Yang gently asked, "If you're not used to it, how about I help you with the registration procedures?"

"I can do it myself!"

Yang Chaoyue shook his head vigorously, his voice low and his tone unusually firm: "I have to learn it eventually. When I grow up, I will bring my family to the airport again."

"My father raised me by farming, working tirelessly in the fields. Compared to my peers in the city, he's aged very quickly."

"Every time I go home for the New Year and see my dad getting old, I feel so sad."

"My dream now is to save money to buy a plane ticket. I want to take my dad on a plane, fly into the blue sky, and look through the plane window with him to see what our hometown, Yancheng, looks like. He will be proud of me."

Jiang Yang looked at Yang Chaoyue's high-spirited expression and seemed to see himself in his previous life when he just entered society.

"You will achieve your dream, Chaoyue. Just work hard... and keep up."

Jiang Yang smiled, walked towards the check-in hall, and silently repeated the unfinished sentence in his heart.

You just work hard and leave the rest to me.

"I'll follow you!" Yang Chaoyue carried Jiang Yang's briefcase, looked around the airport hall nervously, and followed Jiang Yang closely.

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(End of this chapter)