Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 4: Get the attribute, dialogue skills +1
As Jiang Yang pushed open the glass door of Starbucks, the cold wind made his legs tremble, and Yang Chaoyue gradually woke up.

Did you really pass the interview?
When Yang Chaoyue saw Jiang Yang take out 5000 yuan in cash from his leather bag and said it was an advance of one month's salary for her, she was completely stunned.

The 5000 yuan note smelled of ink, mixed with the sandalwood scent of the leather briefcase, giving it a very complex smell.

I thought of my father who worked on the construction site and his fingerprints that he repeatedly counted when collecting cash at the end of the year.

This money can be used to buy medicinal herbs to treat my father’s back injury at the construction site.

Most importantly, she got the job.

As if she was afraid that Jiang Yang would take the money back, she quickly glanced at the contract Jiang Yang took out and signed it. Then Jiang Yang led her out and said he was taking her to her dormitory - Fuli Community.

She knew this community, which was a few streets away from the textile factory. It was neither a factory area nor an urban village area. It was full of commercial houses with gardens.

Yang Chaoyue had tried renting a house before. He had looked at many rental houses in urban villages and was satisfied with them. However, when he asked about the price, he backed off and finally chose to live in a factory dormitory.

Although the noise from the machines in the factory was heard all day long, the air was filled with the smell of engine oil, and the space in the dormitory was so crowded that it felt oppressive, it was a good thing that I saved money.

She didn't even dare to look at the houses in the Fuli community.

Nowadays, Jiang Yang’s silver Corolla is certainly not considered a luxury car on the street, but when Yang Chaoyue came to the car, she didn’t dare to open the passenger door. After sitting in the back seat, she felt very cramped.

There is no car at home, but my dad has a second-hand Suzuki motorcycle that he bought three years ago.

Sometimes when I go home, I try to save as much money as possible on the green-skinned train, and usually take the bus.

It was her first time riding in a car.

As for the brand of the car, of course I don’t know it. As long as it is a car, it is a good car that can protect you from wind and rain and keep you warm when you sit in it.

As if afraid of dirtying the leather seat, Yang Chaoyue used the hem of her skirt to cushion her buttocks in the back seat, with her knees pressed together in an pigeon-toed position.

The stiff back is the memory of material scarcity engraved into the muscles.

I didn't dare say a word along the way.

Looking at Jiang Yang's handsome profile in the rearview mirror, I silently listened to the music "Ordinary Road" playing on the car radio: "I have crossed the sea and walked through the crowds of people."

When Jiang Yang drove into the underground parking lot of Fuli Community, the car radio changed to a news broadcast: "The two-child policy has just been implemented. How to balance family pressure..."

Until he followed Jiang Yang into the elevator, entered Jiang Yang's two-bedroom, one-living-room rental apartment, and came to the empty side bedroom.

There was a single solid wooden bed inside, which was an arm's width wider than the 1.2-meter-wide upper bunk in her factory dormitory.

There are also bedside tables covered with beautiful wood-grain paper, simple-shaped LED table lamps, wardrobes that separate the hanging area and stacking area, and a window that can be opened to see the scenery outside.

The glossy tiles on the floor were spotlessly clean, and the air was so good that there was no smell of engine oil and no sound of machines.

The space was larger than her 12-person dormitory.

Yang Chaoyue asked tentatively:
"Is this really the room I can live in from now on?"

"It may not be the case in the future, but it is like this now. As the company's business develops, the dormitory may change, but the living conditions will not be worse than this. Let's just make do with it for now." Jiang Yang responded.

Just make do with it?
Is this what you call living together?
It was simply the best room she had ever lived in.

"Um, Manager Jiang, do I really not have to pay for the rent at all?"

"If you can come up with one."

"Oh no, I was just kidding."

There was no sheet on the solid wooden bed, but Yang Chaoyue was already lying on it happily.

Watch and enjoy this kind of satisfaction which is the minimum configuration for yourself.

Jiang Yang was in a trance for a moment.

Suddenly I remembered that when I first stayed in a high-end hotel, I didn’t dare to use the bathtub for fear of breaking it and having to pay for it.

He smiled and decided not to rush to the textile factory with Yang Chaoyue to move the luggage.

Let Yang Chaoyue walk around the house excitedly.

Jiang Yang leaned on the sofa in the living room and carefully read the admission brochures of the Beijing Film Academy, Shanghai Theatre Academy, and the Central Academy of Drama.

三所院校的报名时间在明年的1月6日到16日之间，艺考时间在2月中旬到3月初。

As far as I can remember, the candidate for the Beijing Film Academy's art exam was Guan Xiaotong.

And Zhou Ye.

Among the candidates for the Central Academy of Drama's art examination is Zhang Yingying.

There was Tian Xiwei at Shanghai Theatre Academy, and Wang Rongran was a year later.

As for Liu Haochun, he was admitted to the Beijing Dance Academy with the first place in the art exam this year.

Jiang Yang knew very well that with his current level, if he really took part in the art exam, he would not be able to pass the skit test or the non-property performance in the third round, and he would not even be able to pass the poetry recitation in the first round.

After all, his Mandarin is not standard.

Fortunately, it has been bound to Yang Chaoyue.

"Manager Jiang, is there anyone in this room now?" Yang Chaoyue pointed to the closed door of the master bedroom.

That was Jiang Yang's own room: "There's no one in that room now, but you can't live there, someone else is living there."

"Oh, I understand."

Yang Chaoyue understood what he meant.

She must be another member of a girl group signed by the company, and she will be her roommate in the future.

We must have a good relationship, like sisters.

"Chaoyue, are you in a hurry to go back to the factory to move your luggage? If not, practice your Mandarin first."

"I'm not in a hurry."

Now that Yang Chaoyue has been bound as the training object, you can now try to extract attributes from Yang Chaoyue.

Jiang Yang took out a piece of A4 paper from his briefcase and placed it on the coffee table.

Write four words on it: eat, socket, know, uncle.

"Chaoyue, read it again."

"Eat the rice, wipe the seat, Zidao, Susu."

After following Jiang Yang through the lines a few times, Yang Chaoyue gradually discovered the characteristics of his pronunciation: "It's true. I didn't make any retroflex consonants, all were flat consonants."

"People in the Jianghuai region generally have this trait in their speech. It can be changed. Start by practicing on the word 'eat'."

Jiang Yang patiently taught: "When pronouncing the retroflex sounds zh, ch, sh, and r, the tip of the tongue should be raised and pressed against the front of the hard palate to block the airflow. Then the airflow will push away the obstruction of the tongue tip. Try it and have a meal."

Yang Chaoyue followed the technique Jiang Yang had taught him, curling his tongue and clumsily correcting his pronunciation: "呲饭."

……

5 minute later.

"Stab rice."

……

10 minute later.

"Female rice."

...15 minutes later.

It’s really hard to teach.

Jiang Yang's tongue was numb from teaching, and Yang Chaoyue was still talking about eating. Jiang Yang felt hungry.

"Eat!" Yang Chaoyue suddenly said cautiously.

Jiang Yang was stunned when he heard this.

"Are we eating? How's my pronunciation this time? Did I read the retroflex sounds?" Yang Chaoyue asked tentatively.

Jiang Yang came back to his senses and nodded.

The reason why I was stunned just now was not only because Yang Chaoyue finally pronounced it correctly, but more importantly, the system prompt sounded in my mind:

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

Got the attribute!

Jiang Yang clearly felt that his understanding of the lines and the tone of the lines seemed to have changed.

"There's progress. Your pronunciation is correct this time. Let's continue learning." While Jiang Yang felt the change in himself, he did not forget to encourage Yang Chaoyue.

Just finished speaking.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly raised his eyes to look at Jiang Yang: "Eh? Manager Jiang."

"how."

"Your speech seems to have changed a bit. It's become more pleasant."

"is it?"

Jiang Yang was a little stunned. He had just spoken because he had used the system's enhanced skills to feel the changes in his lines. Now he tried to speak in a normal tone: "Didn't I speak like this during the previous interview?"

"Eh, it seems, it seems there is no difference. Maybe it's my illusion."

Yang Chaoyue was a little confused.

Jiang Yang pointed to the water dispenser in the corner of the living room and said, "I've been teaching for too long, and my mouth is a little dry. Chaoyue, go get a glass of water. There's a disposable cup on top of the bottled water."

"Saw."

As Yang Chaoyue stood up obediently, her ponytail swung in an arc, and the ends of her hair brushed across Jiang Yang's neck.

It was like the electric shock moment when your high school deskmate's ponytail brushed against the back of your hand when he turned around.

It's itchy.

He looked up and saw Yang Chaoyue pulling out two disposable paper cups from the packaging bag.

"Manager Jiang, do you want hot or warm?" She tucked a strand of her black hair behind her ear, her eyelashes casting butterfly-wing shadows under the ceiling light, and turned to look at Jiang Yang.

"Warm."

"okay."

Yang Chaoyue pressed the water filling button on the water dispenser.

The porcelain-white neck is faintly visible among the scattered hair, and the calves are stretched out in flexible curves.

The waistline is narrow and the back is graceful.

A glimpse of a youthful body.

An ordinary chiffon skirt has a unique youthful flavor when worn.

When you take the cup of water, you can feel the subtle warmth.

I could smell the unique scent of hand cream used by female workers in textile factories on Yang Chaoyue's fingertips.

It’s the taste of childhood memories.

Like the classic Pechoin model.

It's more like the scent of shampoo wafting from the collar of your first love's school uniform.

Cleanliness and decency in a life of material scarcity.

"Today's Mandarin pronunciation training ends here. It's getting dark. Go to your factory and move your luggage."

"Aoao, okay."

Yang Chaoyue had just stood up and was walking towards the door reluctantly when he heard some movement behind him.

Looking back, Jiang Yang picked up the car keys on the coffee table and asked, "Is there no traffic jam near your factory now?"

"There's no traffic at this time... Um, Manager Jiang, are you planning to drive and help me carry my luggage?" Yang Chaoyue tucked her hair at the temples, seeming to understand the meaning behind Jiang Yang's words and looking a little surprised: "Do you want me to pay for the ride?"

"Why pay for the car? It's so cold, if you get sick from the cold, the company will have to pay for your medical expenses. Put on your long johns later."

Manager Jiang had such a serious and cold face during the interview, but now he can say such warm words.

Gummy care.

Yang Chaoyue felt warm in his heart: "The company is so good to me. I can't wait to report to the company tomorrow."

"If you want to pay for the car fare, that's not impossible." Jiang Yang opened the door and said with a smile.

"Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Yang Chaoyue followed Jiang Yang out like a little follower, and did not forget to take Jiang Yang's briefcase.

As she entered the elevator, she muttered, "The factory withheld my salary for last month. I don't know if I can get it if I quit."

"Take the salary if you can, forget it if you can't. The company will compensate you. There's no need to argue over such a small matter. Just think of it as buying wreaths for the factory. Your time is precious." Jiang Yang's rough words were filled with consideration.

"Really? That's great!"

"Get a good rest tonight. I'll make a regular training plan for you later. I'll start training you tomorrow."

After getting in the car, Jiang Yang looked at the central console rearview mirror and saw Yang Chaoyue sitting neatly in the back seat. "By the way, don't call me Manager Jiang anymore. It sounds awkward. We're family now. My real name is Jiang Yang."

"Okay, Manager Jiang."

"Ok?"

Meeting Jiang Yang's gaze, Yang Chaoyue's throat suddenly seemed to be stuck, and he struggled to change his words: "I understand, Jiang Yang."

As the car started, Yang Chaoyue looked at Jiang Yang's handsome profile: "Jiang Jing... Yang, you look really young. You must use skin care products regularly."

Jiang Yang's bony hands rested on the gear lever, the light from the street lamps flickering across his cold white wrists. His Adam's apple trembled slightly as he chuckled softly, "Your compliment is a bit awkward. What kind of skincare products do I use? The secret to staying young is eating lots of snacks and staying up late."

"Tsk, you're kidding." Yang Chaoyue laughed, with a faint dimple at the left corner of his mouth.

They all work as entertainment managers in the company and must be over 30 years old.

Just by looking at Jiang Yang's face, Yang Chaoyue could imagine that if Jiang Yang changed his mature-looking suit into a sweatshirt and let his slicked-back hairstyle down, she would believe that Jiang Yang had just graduated from high school.

How can you stay young if you don’t use skin care products and stay up late every day?

After chatting for a while, Yang Chaoyue was still curious about Jiang Yang's age: "How old are you this year?"

"I've been 18 and a half years." Jiang Yang replied casually.

(End of this chapter)