Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"That's fine, don't write it like that next time."

Seeing Jiang Yang frown, and realizing he wasn't joking, Yang Chaoyue understood the seriousness of the situation.

The joy on her face froze.

Like a punctured balloon, his shoulders slumped slightly.

He softened his tone and asked cautiously, "Is there a problem?"

"A lot of this content may be misinterpreted by netizens before it airs, which could negatively impact the entire program and make it unlikely to pass the program team's review."

After listening to Jiang Yang's explanation, Yang Chaoyue understood the situation.

The underlying logic of variety shows is usually to ensure controllable viewership, minimize risk, and maintain a positive tone.

This is especially true for variety shows with high-caliber casts.

Her proposal completely violated these taboos.

"The production team makes talk shows, which rely on conversations to create topics. Therefore, they need to avoid negative public opinion on the level of values. In your proposal, you said that money is omnipotent and power will never be open to ordinary people. These words are too straightforward and sharp. If they are broadcast, they will be easily taken out of context."

“But Brother Yang, what I’m talking about is my own experience.”

"Netizens won't delve into whether you've ever been poor or whether you've had a low-income experience earning money on your own. They'll just accuse you of being materialistic and saying things with distorted values, and then criticize you. In severe cases, it might escalate to the issue of the show's direction. To avoid this kind of public opinion risk, the production team is very likely to cut out your kind of content that is easy to incite conflict during the review process."

There was another reason, which Jiang Yang didn't mention.

For newcomers like Yang Chaoyue who are just starting out, variety shows are a key channel for establishing a persona and gaining popularity.

He couldn't teach Yang Chaoyue how to create a persona.

Yang Chaoyue's statement in her proposal was indeed sincere, but when placed on camera, it easily made the audience feel that she was too utilitarian.

The production team needs a genuine and likable image, not an artist who talks about money without reservation.

Even if the audience agrees in their hearts, they will still complain verbally.

Sometimes the truth is barbed and shouldn't be casually presented in front of the camera.

Therefore, from the perspective of artist image management, this content would not pass the review.

This kind of persona might make someone a social media influencer, but it won't make them a star.

Yang Chaoyue understood the reasoning, but she just couldn't accept it.

Yang Chaoyue slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on the tips of his shoes, his voice as soft as a mosquito's hum:

"Brother Yang, do you think sincerity is so worthless in the face of traffic? I didn't make up a single lie, but it seems like the world just doesn't like to hear the truth."

"how could be."

Jiang Yang knew that Yang Chaoyue was starting to get stuck on a futile thought.

As he said this, a hint of hidden heartache was in his eyes.

They deliberately concealed it.

After all, Yang Chaoyue could only figure out the rules of this industry himself.

The first step to becoming a star is to transform your inner truth into words that the audience wants to hear.

Jiang Yang sighed, reached out and patted Yang Chaoyue's shoulder lightly, with a hint of reassurance: "I love to hear it. Just tell me the truth."

"Then let me tell you how I figured out that the three sides of an equilateral triangle are not equal."

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang's eyes widened in horror: "Shut up!"

"The college entrance exam results just came out, please let me rest for a few days, I beg you, Yang Chaozhong."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell Ruth."

Jiang Yang didn't even think about it.

He raised his hand and gave Yang Chaoyue's butt a hard slap: "When you see Ruth, tell her about your new research. Ruth is your best friend, she'll definitely love to hear it."

Yang Chaoyue's gaze was still following the departing fans of Yang Mi.

When will she have such a moment?

The online discussion is like a bubble; it looks exciting, but it's fleeting.

But if you turn off the screen, no one in real life would scream like that for her.

No one would go to great lengths to squeeze to the front row just to catch a glimpse of her.

Watching other people's fans crowd together like a sea, I secretly hoped that a ray of light would shine on me too.

Yang Ge is right. Popularity is just something people talk about over tea, fleeting gossip. True liking, like Yang Mi's overwhelming support, is extremely rare.

She was very clear about Yang Mi's experience.

She was standing in front of the camera when she was only four years old.

From the innocent young princess in "Tang Minghuang" to the charming little daughter in "King of Beggars".

Sixteen years have passed, and we have gradually come to where we are today.

Those countless days and nights unknown to anyone, those acting skills honed repeatedly in front of the camera, and that resilience in the face of all kinds of opinions have built up the glory that has led to being surrounded by millions of fans today.

For me, this journey has only just begun.

Yang Mi's current position represents a long, long road ahead for her.

Just then, a slightly abrupt shout pierced through the air.

With a slightly cracked, urgent tone, and a touch of crude bluntness: "Yang Chaoyue! Jiang Yang! I fucking love you both!!!"

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue paused for a few seconds before slowly turning his head.

His eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief.

Is it an auditory hallucination?

Ignoring my earlier disappointment.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly tugged at Jiang Yang's arm, so hard that Jiang Yang almost stumbled: "Brother Yang, this is unbelievable! Among Yang Mi's fans, there is actually one of our fans!"

While speaking.

Yang Chaoyue's cheeks flushed with excitement, and he unconsciously stood on tiptoe to look in the direction from which the voices came from the crowd, craning his neck.

"Where?" Jiang Yang looked up.

Faintly, he could hear someone calling his and Chaoyue's names.

The problem is that his and Chaoyue's schedule has never been made public.

Where did these fans come from?
"I don't know, I can't find where it is at all, but someone is calling our names!" Yang Chaoyue said with surprise.

"Stop staring at Yang Ge, let's go, let's go!"

She grabbed Jiang Yang's shoulder and led him into the crowd.

He stretched his neck and scanned back and forth with his eyes.

After hearing it more clearly, Yang Chaoyue muttered, "My fan seems a bit rude. Is he swearing?"

Follow the sound.

I finally saw it!
Yang Chaoyue stopped.

In the corner that was just submerged by the crowd, a lone figure still stands.

Zhao Lushi's hair was a mess, and the stray hairs on her forehead were stuck to her face with sweat.

He was short, with both arms raised high, each holding a brightly lit sign.

The following are written on them:

[Burn an incredible amount of calories!!]
[Rose Boy, Born Towards the Sun!!]
The light strips were all squeezed and twisted.

Zhao Lushi was still shouting, her voice almost hoarse.

Her face, however, was filled with unbridled enthusiasm, and her eyes, which had been irritated by the crowd, were now sparkling.

"Oh, it's my sister-in-law!"

My mom has been here the whole time!

Yang Chaoyue was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood everything.

Pretending to be her fan, she cheered for her in the most clumsy and straightforward way.

A surge of surprise coursed through my body like an electric current.

What followed was an overwhelming surge of emotion, and my eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Zhao Lushi squeezed into the crowd, and even though she was bumped and knocked around, she still called out her name.

The disappointment and confusion I felt earlier vanished completely with that rough yet sincere shout.

Without thinking twice, Yang Chaoyue started running towards Zhao Lushi.

The ground beneath her feet was still a bit messy, but she didn't care; she only felt a warm current flowing through her heart.

When Zhao Lushi saw her running over, her eyes widened even more, and she waved the light sign even more vigorously, shouting, "Chaoyue! I'm here!"

Yang Chaoyue ran up to Zhao Lushi and hugged her tightly.

She could feel that Zhao Lushi's body was still warm from being squeezed by the crowd, but it made her feel incredibly at ease: "What are you doing, Ruth? Your voice is hoarse."

“Yang Mi has so many fans, so I thought I couldn’t let her down. You and Jiang Yang are celebrities, after all.”

"We're no celebrities at all," Yang Chaoyue laughed.

Jiang Yang pondered Ruth's thought process without revealing her intentions. The problem was, if Ruth didn't shout, no one would actually know that he and Chao Yue had arrived, which would be incredibly embarrassing.

They chatted for a few minutes. Yang Chaoyue buried his face in Zhao Lushi's shoulder, feeling the gentle patting on his back, and heard Zhao Lushi say slowly:
"I just wanted you to hear my shout too. Even though I'm all alone, I can't lose in terms of spirit!"

Her light sign was squeezed and twisted.

But the voices calling out Yang Chaoyue and Jiang Yang's names were louder than anyone else's.

Zhao Lushi paused for a few seconds.

He chuckled and said, "But Yang Mi's fans are really fierce. I almost got crushed by their crowd. When you guys first came out, I didn't even have time to call out to you. I was just yelling at them not to push me. Damn it, it was so noisy, I couldn't even hear my own voice. Damn it!"

Once we arrived at the hotel arranged by the production team, we headed to the studio for rehearsals.

We stayed at the InterContinental Beichen Hotel, which was booked by the program team.

It's one of the top hotels in Changsha's Binjiang New City area these days, very close to the broadcasting center's studio; it only takes less than twenty minutes to get there by the program crew's car.

It has upscale restaurants and conference rooms.

This allows the production team to hold impromptu meetings and adjust the script.

Most importantly, it offers a high degree of privacy.

If he stayed in a regular hotel, not to mention anything else, Xue Zhiqian, one of the guests, would be mobbed by fans as soon as he stepped out.

Online variety shows emphasize improvisation.

However, the first episode of "Mars Intelligence Agency" will have a clear format.

I've seen the flowchart.

The show begins with a stand-up comedy routine, followed by a proposal from an agent, then an interactive discussion, and finally a vote to decide the outcome.

Therefore, guests need to be familiar with the process, understand the script and rhythm, and avoid awkward silences.

At the same time, we also need to meet the guests of the first episode.

As soon as Jiang Yang finished putting his luggage in his room, he received a video call from Yang Chaoyue: "Brother Yang, how's your room? Mine is super nice."

While speaking.

Yang Chaoyue turned the camera around, and Jiang Yang could clearly see Yang Chaoyue's room.

It's the same as his.

It has an area of ​​70 to 80 square meters, with a separate living room and a balcony with a view.

The Xiangjiang River is right across the river.

On the desk were program schedules, artist schedules, and some Changsha snacks and tea bags.

“Brother Yang, my room has a high view. I can see the Broadcasting Center from my window.”

"Hurry up and pack your things, we're about to leave," Jiang Yang urged.

I was very excited to learn that this was Yang Chaoyue's first time visiting Changsha.

I want to go shopping.

I want to eat at Cha Yan Yue Se, and I want to go to Orange Isle.

I want to eat authentic Changsha stinky tofu, the kind where if it's not good, I'll give you a cash refund of 10,000 yuan on the spot.

But all of this can wait until the work is finished.

He's still unsure whether Chao Yue's three proposals will pass the program team's review. He'll discuss it with the director and Wang Han when they get to the studio.

I noticed an open math notebook on Yang Chaoyue's desk.

Jiang Yang was very familiar with this thing. It wasn't prepared for Chao Yue by the production team, but rather brought by her herself. The notes on it related to trigonometric functions had given Jiang Yang a lot of headaches: "Chao Yue, what are you doing?"

"Write that, prove the formula. Didn't we say before that we had to prove it for Ruth?"

Do you really have to be so persistent?

"Very soon, really."

Jiang Yang sighed after hanging up the video call.

Chaoyue is more obedient than Bailu, not as short-tempered as Xiwei, and smarter than Haochun. He is only greedy for a little money.

She even considered giving him her savings to make movies.

It's good everywhere.

The only downside is that they're always so slow and indecisive.

In comparison, while Ruth may lack manners, she is undeniably efficient.

After arriving at her hotel room, she quickly combed her hair, washed her face, and went out. She wasn't too concerned about her appearance, since it wasn't a formal recording anyway. She hurriedly knocked on Jiang Yang's door a few times, urging him to take her there quickly.

In particular, it was confirmed with Jiang Yang that Xue Zhiqian would be present.

She was both nervous and excited, banging on Yang Chaoyue's door: "Hurry up, Chaoyue, Xue Zhiqian is here! Holy crap! I absolutely love his song 'The Actor'! Hey, are you putting on makeup? Want me to help you?"

Yang Chaoyue's voice rang out from inside the room: "I'm not wearing makeup, just light makeup is fine."

"So what are you doing?"

"I'm writing something, it's my research, and it's especially for you, Ruth. It'll be finished soon."

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang's heart tightened.

He understood the situation and instinctively took two steps back.

It was exactly what he thought.

Zhao Lushi looked at him curiously: "Did Chaoyue also prepare a surprise for me?"

"Mmm! That's Chaoyue's hard work!"

"Wow, that's awesome!"

Zhao Lushi stopped urging her and waited expectantly.

Jiang Yang was taken aback when he heard the word "awesome".

Suddenly, I feel like I'm experiencing an internet renaissance.

I reckon in a few years, nobody will use this word anymore.

A joke you casually make might become an old relic that nobody understands in a few years.

Jiang Yang hadn't known Zhao Lushi for long, and this was the first time he'd seen her so closely.

He wasn't tall, about half a head shorter than Yang Chaoyue.

However, his nose bridge is very high.

Great bone structure.

Despite being the shortest among Xiwei, Haochun, Zhouye, and Bailu.

But his fighting power is the strongest; he can spout nonsense the moment he opens his mouth:

"Damn it, hurry up! Most of the other agents from 'Mars Intelligence Agency' are already in the studio! Xue Zhiqian might even be here, probably waiting to die!"

As a fan of Xue Zhiqian, Zhao Lushi has watched many of Xue Zhiqian's interview clips.

There's a scene where Xue Zhiqian says he was waiting for a friend at a train station in winter, and he waited for a very long time, until he felt like he was going to die.

The words fell.

The door to the room next door opened.

A man in a long, wide suit came out, looked at Jiang Yang and Zhao Lushi, and said cautiously, "Hey, you two, are you also guests on 'Mars Intelligence Agency'? Um, beautiful lady, let me clarify something, I'm still alive and well, I'm not dead."

Done.

Xue Zhiqian chuckled self-deprecatingly: "What the hell? Are you crazy? I'm not even married yet, how could I die so easily?"

Zhao Lushi was stunned.

She turned around and there was her idol standing behind her.

Was Jiang Yang doing this on purpose? Knowing that on the way here she kept saying that her idol was Xue Zhiqian, he deliberately arranged for her to have a hotel room next to Xue Zhiqian's.

I've come to understand what Chaoyue often says.

What a great boss.

“Teacher Xue!” Jiang Yang said with a smile and composure.

Zhao Lushi, who was eager to apologize, immediately interrupted him, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Teacher Xue. I was just joking with my friend. I don't usually swear."

"It's okay, it's okay, I was just joking. I can be as carefree as I want in private. But I'm really sensitive to the word 'death,' because my wish is for world peace... Why aren't you guys laughing? Ugh, this is so awkward, it makes me seem so rude."

Xue Zhiqian's attention was on Jiang Yang: "You're Jiang Yang?!"

“Yes, it’s Teacher Xue, it’s me,” Jiang Yang said with a smile.

Xue Zhiqian smiled.

Since the other party is Jiang Yang, then the girl beside him must be Yang Chaoyue.

He continued, "I've heard about you from Brother Han before. It's really my first time recording a variety show with the champion. It feels like the whole show has become much more sophisticated. Your music is also very good, especially the lyrics."

Once the topic of songs comes up, Xue Zhiqian becomes very talkative.

Jiang Yang initially wanted to say a few words.

They discovered that the connection couldn't be established at all.

Xue Zhiqian speaks faster than Bai Lu, rattling off like a machine gun: "I'm someone who takes lyrics very seriously, let me tell you."

While speaking.

Xue Zhiqian looked at Zhao Lushi beside him and said seriously, "Really, Yang Chaoyue, I'm not joking with you. There are several lines in your boss's song 'Rose Boy' that made me want to kneel down in admiration." (End of Chapter)