Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 50: Teach me labor arbitration, I can learn it

What is labor arbitration?

This was the first time Yang Chaoyue heard this term.

"Forget it if you don't know."

When Jiang Yang was a social slave in his previous life, overtime work was a daily routine.

Sometimes we even have to work all night when we encounter urgent projects.

The commute is long, the workload is heavy and intense, and there is a lack of personal life. He often thinks about filing a labor arbitration lawsuit against his exploitative boss.

Now that I’m my own boss, I feel a little scared when I hear the word labor arbitration.

Jiang Yang tilted his head to look at Yang Chaoyue and found that Yang Chaoyue was looking up at him: "Teach me about labor arbitration. I will study hard and I can learn it."

"Don't learn this. It's useless and totally unnecessary."

"Sometimes I really feel like I'm dumb and a very slow learner. During the audition just now, if you hadn't helped me direct my emotions, I probably wouldn't have been able to cry."

"It's okay, Chaoyue. Your life has just begun. Gold will always shine." Jiang Yang encouraged: "Isn't that right, my friend?"

"My best friend?" Yang Chaoyue tilted his head.

Jiang Yang then remembered that the "tiezi" meme became popular in 18. In the early days, it was a kind of affectionate name for friends in the northern dialect, and was more commonly used in the Northeast region.

After chatting for a while, the two came to the alley where the noodle stall was set up.

The alley is wide and the ground is gravel.

He moved the noodle stall cart further in, and while the fire in the stove was still on, he put a pot on the stove to boil water. Jiang Yang sprinkled flour and salt in a wooden basin, beat an egg, and began to stir it.

Then knead the dough and use a rolling pin to form it into a ball.

My arms became sore after a while.

Although he was tired, Jiang Yang turned his head to look at Yang Chaoyue who was watching the wind at the entrance of the alley, especially the expectant eyes, and suddenly felt that this little tiredness was nothing.

Yang Chaoyue worked so hard during the audition that his eyes were swollen from crying. What's wrong with him cooking a bowl of noodles for her as a reward?

I favor my own company's employees.

At the entrance of the alley, Yang Chaoyue clung to the wall and stuck half of his head out, his eyes wide open: "Brother Yang! No one is watching, feel free to do it!!"

"Do you have a speaker in your throat? Keep your voice down."

"Oh."

Yang Chaoyue tiptoed into the alley, came to Jiang Yang, stood on tiptoe, and whispered to Jiang Yang, "No one has discovered us, don't worry."

Her tone was full of warmth. "I'll continue to stand guard. If you are discovered, run to the other side of the alley. Be obedient."

After saying that, Yang Chaoyue nodded solemnly to Jiang Yang, looking as if he was going to do something important. He tiptoed back to the entrance of the alley, sticking his head out to keep watch.

Seeing such a serious attitude, Jiang Yang's mouth twitched.

On the contrary, Tiangang, as an employee, still wants his boss to obey him.

I was just secretly cooking some noodles.

If they were wearing ancient knight costumes, people who didn't know them would think they were performing a murder and body burial scene.

A spy camera was recently installed on the eaves at the entrance of the alley.

This hidden camera is connected to the wires, has a flashing red dot, and a built-in microphone.

It was originally intended for tomorrow's filming. The camera director is in the director's car, debugging the filming equipment for the afternoon rehearsal to ensure that every camera can capture clear images.

The red dot on the lens lights up.

This scene in the alley was completely captured and appeared on the multi-screen splitter of the director's vehicle.

As the water in the pot was bubbling, Jiang Yang put the soft noodles that had been divided into small pieces and proofed into the pot, tossed them a few times, and when they were almost cooked, they were ready to be served.

There was no ready-made seasoning, so we could only use the seasoning poured into the wooden basin earlier.

Jiang Yang placed two ceramic bowls on the chopping board and waved to Yang Chaoyue, who was still keeping watch at the entrance of the alley. "Chaoyue, it's done."

"Come on, come on."

Yang Chaoyue came to the noodle stall, closed his eyes exaggeratedly, and took a deep breath: "Wow, this smells so good."

"Stop flattering me! I haven't even added the seasoning yet." Jiang Yang said with disdain, but couldn't help but curl his lips. He placed the noodles in a ceramic bowl, scooped hot water with a wooden ladle, added the seasoning, and stirred.

Jiang Yang took a sip, chewed it a few times, and felt an indescribable mixed flavor of seasonings.

Onion, ginger, garlic, salt, MSG, light soy sauce, vinegar and houttuynia cordata are mixed together. The houttuynia cordata is extremely aggressive when it enters the mouth and directly suppresses the aroma of other seasonings.

The combination of salt, MSG and light soy sauce tastes salty and bitter.

Swallowed it with difficulty.

Jiang Yang seemed to be able to foresee how Yang Chaoyue would mock his dishonorable noodles next, so he simply preemptively responded, "It's truly awful! If I had opened this noodle shop during the Three Kingdoms period, Zhang Fei would have smashed my stall after eating it."

"What's so difficult about it? It's obviously very good!" Yang Chaoyue responded comfortably, yelling incoherently while chewing.

"tasty?"

Jiang Yang turned his head and saw Yang Chaoyue holding the bowl, blowing on the noodles he had just picked up, and slurping the noodles.

The little mouth is stuffed full.

He must be playing the role of his boss. Yang Chaoyue learned bad things from him and started to play with the social skills in the workplace.

Jiang Yang waited for a while and found that he didn't hear the system prompt sound.

When he looked at Yang Chaoyue again, he found that most of the noodles in Yang Chaoyue's ceramic bowl had been sucked away, with an expression of enjoyment.

The oil stains at the corners of his mouth sparkled in the sunlight.

Jiang Yang then realized that Yang Chaoyue was not acting and was not flattering him, but was serious.

He took another sip, his lips dry from the saltiness. "The smell of houttuynia is a bit strong, and quite salty. Ugh, I can't stand it myself."

Yang Chaoyue leaned forward and said, "This is not your problem. The seasonings are all mixed together. Even if a top chef comes, it will taste the same. Besides, I'm a beggar now. Why should a beggar have such high demands? I just need to know that you cooked the noodles."

She smiled happily and said, "Jiang Yang, I am eating the noodles you cooked, regardless of the seasoning. It's really good. Give me another bowl."

Jiang Yang laughed out loud and offered Yang Chaoyue some noodles: "Call me Mao Jiangyang, how can you call the boss by his first name?"

"Okay, Mao Jiangyang." Yang Chaoyue said with a smile.

……

Inside the director's van, under the dim light, the blue light from more than a dozen surveillance screens was reflected on the bald head of the director of photography.

The director of photography is testing the built-in microphone reception of each covert device, and checking whether the connection lines of the hidden cameras are correct and whether the red dots are flashing normally.

The multi-screen splitter in front of you can only display 16 shots at a time.

The screen is constantly switching to ensure that every shot is captured clearly.

"what?"

When the image in the lower right corner showed the scene captured by the camera on the eaves of the alley at Jiang Yang's side, the director of photography felt something was wrong.

It’s not time for dinner yet, why are these two people eating?

It wasn't an audition for extras because there were no on-site assistants or stage managers.

"Which group are these two from? They're just being lazy."

The director of photography muttered, "A man and a woman, they're not just being lazy, they're probably in love, right? I remember someone had that noodle stall packed up."

Noodle stall?

Yan Min, who was checking the script at the side, suddenly remembered something when he heard the word "noodle stall".

He placed the script on his lap and tilted his head to look over: "Which two people are you talking about?"

"Just those two! So sweet and cute"

The director of photography recalled that when he returned home last month, his ex-wife and her lover had left their unwashed noodle bowls soaking in the sink. The divorce was complete, and now seeing this scene made him feel inexplicably irritated:

"Director Yan, look! I just found out by switching the screen."

"Which screen?" Yan Min's face was as serious as usual.

"The one in the lower right corner."

"Zoom in so I can see what's going on."

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