Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 37 The numb days in the textile factory become distant

Did Yang Chaoyue bring contraband?

Drugs? Guns? Ammunition?
impossible.

Yang Chaoyue basically stays with me every day, so where would he get these things?

Under the vigilant gaze of the security personnel, Yang Chaoyue took out six one-yuan coins from her small bag, stacked them neatly in her hand and showed them to the security personnel for inspection.

"That's okay." The security officer relaxed a little.

Yang Chaoyue took out another Xiaomi power bank: "Here is this one."

Realizing it was a small-capacity power bank, the security officer waved his hand and urged Yang Chaoyue to leave: "Go ahead, go ahead. Don't block the people behind you."

Jiang Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I made an exception and brought Yang Chaoyue on board, originally wanting to create an opportunity to take advantage of her. I almost thought that I would be dragged down by this girl and become a bad artist.

"Brother Yang..."

Yang Chaoyue came over with a grin on his face. Just as he was about to say something, a uniformed staff member passed by. Yang Chaoyue subconsciously stepped aside to check if he was blocking the passage, then continued, "Brother Yang, I'm through!"

"It's just boarding a plane, but you're making it sound like you're ascending the throne and I'm getting nervous too."

Jiang Yang urged, "Come on, let's go to the terminal area and rest for a while."

Sit down in a high-back chair in the waiting area.

Noticing that Yang Chaoyue seemed to be relaxing and was staring blankly at the vast airport runway outside the window, Jiang Yang took out his wallet and said, "By the way, Chaoyue, you've been here for a month, right?"

"Including today, it's been exactly one month." Yang Chaoyue came back to his senses.

She didn't know why Jiang Yang suddenly asked this.

The next second, I understood.

Because Jiang Yang took out the 5000 yuan he had prepared from his briefcase and handed it to her: "I've paid the five insurances and one housing fund for you extra, keep it."

Yang Chaoyue's eyes lit up and he accepted the money excitedly.

The thick calluses on the fingertips rubbed the edge of the banknote, making a slight rustling sound.

She subconsciously wanted to count the money, but stopped herself and stuffed the money into her bag: "Thank you, boss!"

"How do you say that in English?"

Yang Chaoyue thought for a moment and said, "I think you, boss."

Jiang Yang didn't hear the system prompt sound in his mind, but he knew that there was probably something wrong with Yang Chaoyue's spoken English.

He had learned some English vocabulary from Yang Chaoyue, and his vocabulary had expanded a lot, but he still only knew the basics of grammar.

After pondering for a few seconds, I realized what the problem was: "It's thank you, boss. You confused thank with think."

"Oh, yes, yes."

Yang Chaoyue suddenly realized and asked, "What does 'think you, boss' mean?"

"It means: I miss you, boss... Did you get it?"

"Yeah, I got it!"

Yang Chaoyue seemed to be lost in thought.

Jiang Yang was still waiting for the system in his mind to remind him that he had obtained the attributes from Yang Chaoyue.

A few minutes passed and the system was as silent as a mute.

Open the control panel and check the attribute values. There is only the Shanghai dialect attribute that I picked up earlier in the taxi.

It shouldn't be.

Didn’t Yang Chaoyue just learn it?

Is Yang Chaoyue playing him?

Impossible, even if you play him, you can still get the attribute value.

Did I teach it wrong?

Jiang Yang entered the sentence he had just taught Yang Chaoyue to translate into Youdao Translation, but the result showed that it could not be translated.

He glanced at Yang Chaoyue and found that Yang Chaoyue was checking his QQ space status on his mobile phone and was not looking at him. Jiang Yang then deleted the translation page with peace of mind and never mentioned the matter again.

In fact, Yang Chaoyue didn't care whether what Jiang Yang had just translated for her was correct.

At this moment, her mind was on the 5000 yuan salary she had just received.

I live in an air-conditioned commercial apartment in the community, eat fresh vegetables and poultry bought from the vegetable market every day, and cook the special dishes of my hometown.

I also learned a lot of knowledge that I could use later on, and I no longer lived in a hopeless state. This kind of dream life was something I had never dared to dream of when I was working in the textile factory.

I can even save all my 5000 yuan salary to buy my dad a good mobile phone.

I am so lucky to have a good boss!

In my QQ space, I saw Sister Yan’s update: I got my salary. Including perfect attendance, I got 3800 this month. If I don’t treat myself to a grilled fish meal, I’ll feel bad for stepping on thousands of loose threads this month.

The accompanying picture is a photo of a stack of cash spread out on the rusty iron bed in the dormitory.

Several former roommates liked it.

Here's a comment from a former factory colleague: "Sister Yan, my salary is 100 more than yours, hahahaha."

Sister Yan replied: "Let's go out tonight and drink draft beer."

In the past, every time we got our salary, Sister Yan, a few close colleagues and I would go out for a meal.

Sitting on the street in the factory area with a sour smell, eating barbecue, returning to the factory dormitory filled with the smell of engine oil at night, and falling asleep listening to the humming of machines.

Yang Chaoyue subconsciously typed the next line of comment: Sister Yan, my salary is twelve thousand more than yours, hahahaha.

About to send it out.

My fingers suddenly froze, and the buzzing sound outside the window suddenly drifted away.

I looked up and saw an airplane accelerating on the runway outside the window, leaving the ground and rushing into the sky.

Yang Chaoyue stared at Sister Yan's post for a few seconds.

The sounds of mechanical keys rang out one after another.

Yang Chaoyue deleted all the words he had typed, and just liked Sister Yan's post without commenting.

Looking back on the time when I was in the textile factory dormitory, we had to spread mats on the iron beds in the summer, and at night the sound of slapping mosquitoes filled the air.

Before turning off the lights and going to bed, I would chat with my roommates about the latest celebrity gossip.

Sister Yan’s cell phone ringtone “Love Business” is very catchy and all her roommates can sing it.

In fact, only a month has passed, but it feels like those two years of simple numbness, ignorance and confusion are becoming distant.

After a while, the boarding announcement sounded.

Sitting in the window seat, as the plane's engine roared and the feeling of excess weight as the plane climbed squeezed his chest, Yang Chaoyue clutched his seat belt tightly.

She watched the runway outside the window getting farther and farther away from her, and the bustling skyscrapers in the Magic City shrank little by little, until it became so small that she could not find the factory area where she used to live. Finally, it became as blurry as an ant.

The plane broke through the clouds.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly felt unreal.

After landing, he was picked up by a bus arranged by the program crew and taken to the film and television city in Xiangshan County.

Only after being led by the stage manager and reunited with a dozen extras arranged by Canxing did Yang Chaoyue gradually come to his senses.

I really came to the film and television city.

The bus went through the west gate of the film and television city. There was no bustling street market, it was quite desolate, and I didn't see any other crews along the way.

Everyone traveling with us wore a Canxing ID.

Most of them were young people like Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue, with middle-aged and elderly people being a minority. They then all came to a small rehearsal room of dozens of square meters.

There was no one inside.

The area is more than 50 square meters, with light-colored walls, simple props, tables and chairs.

There is a Gree air conditioner in the corner of the ceiling, and the fan blades are closed.

Incandescent bulbs cast bluish-white shadows on the plaster ceiling.

The stage manager asked everyone to sit down and wait for a while, then left.

As everyone sat down, twenty plastic chairs made a squeaking sound as they rubbed against the floor tiles. The atmosphere was a bit dull. Some people repeatedly adjusted their belts, while others used their fingernails to pick at the scratches on the armrests.

"Brother Yang, are you nervous?" Yang Chaoyue asked in a low voice, with a slight tremor in his tone.

"I wouldn't say I'm nervous, I just feel a little urgent to pee. I have an audition coming up soon, so going to the bathroom right now probably isn't the right time."

Jiang Yang looked around to see if there was a bathroom in the rehearsal room. "If I had known earlier, I should have gone to the bathroom with you while we were waiting to claim our luggage after getting off the plane."

"Audition?" Yang Chaoyue only paid attention to the unfamiliar word Jiang Yang said.

Her fingers unconsciously tugged at the corner of her clothes, her shoulders slightly shrugged, and she felt uneasy.

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