Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 7: 100,000 Yuan Liquidated Damages

"Put the luggage in the trunk and get in the car." Jiang Yang stepped out of the security booth and led Yang Chaoyue to the parking space.

The old man finally reacted and came out holding an enamel cup filled with hot water.

The hot water in the enamel cup splashed onto his skin, but the old man didn't feel the burning pain at all. His fingers, like dry branches, gripped the rim of the cup tightly, his knuckles turning pale. "Yang Chaoyue, what are you doing?"

"Pack up your belongings and leave to work for a new boss." Yang Chaoyue jumped and stuffed his luggage into the trunk of the Corolla.

The old man recalled the look Jiang Yang had just given him, and he knew what was going on.

I'm old now, and this isn't the first time I've seen something like this.

The old man chuckled a few times and said, "I was mistaken. I really didn't see it at first. What a pity."

Sister Yan returned to the dormitory and continued to squeeze pimples with a small round mirror.

At first, people in the dormitory were talking about Yang Chaoyue, but soon they turned to the topic of the wedding of Huang Xiaoming and Yang Ying in the entertainment industry two months ago.

No one mentioned Yang Chaoyue again.

Everyone knows that a new factory girl will soon move into the empty bed.

The Foxconn employee who jumped from the building had his workstation replaced by a new person on the same day.

After the delivery riders left the group, the chat history was immediately flooded with orders.

That's life, I'm used to it.

After squeezing the pimples and feeling hungry, Sister Yan made an appointment with a friend to go out for dinner. When they were almost at the factory gate, they saw a silver Corolla driving out of the parking area.

There is no privacy film on the car windows.

The light from the security booth illuminated Jiang Yang, who was dressed in a suit and tie, and Yang Chaoyue, who was smiling brightly, in the car.

Sister Yan walked over and looked at the taillights of the Corolla: "Chao Yue even called a taxi."

"No matter what the car is called, it's probably kept by someone." The old man exhaled smoke from his mouth.

A female college student returned to school in a luxury car, and rumors of her being kept appeared on the bulletin board the next day.

A working girl used her first month's salary to buy a brand-name bag, and the whole village spread the rumor that she was a prostitute.

Sister Yan has heard a lot of this kind of thing.

She laughed out loud and clutched the 300 yuan Yang Chaoyue had given her in her pocket: "You are so old, and you are making such a joke. Chaoyue went back to her hometown to take care of her father. Don't spread it nonsense."

……

Jiang Yang had just driven the car out of the factory when he heard Yang Chaoyue in the back seat say, "Uncle Jiang, can we stop by the ATM business hall up ahead?"

Jiang Yang clicked his tongue.

He really is called old.

This is not Yang Chaoyue's fault. After all, when I tricked Yang Chaoyue into signing the contract, I just wanted to act more mature.

I've already signed the contract, there's no need to keep trying.

It can be seen that Yang Chaoyue is very satisfied with the salary and the house he lives in.

Yang Chaoyue shouldn't care too much about the company's size or how many employees it has, right?
I'll confront Yang Chaoyue later.

If he can accept it, he will continue to cooperate and provide Yang Chaoyue with accommodation, food and salary. At the same time, by cultivating Yang Chaoyue, he can gain his attributes.

If you can't accept it, then just break up, unbind from Yang Chaoyue in the development column, and then find other development targets as soon as possible.

At this time, Yu Shuxin had just entered the entertainment industry and played the minor supporting role Green Snake in "New Border Town Prodigal Son".

Zhang Jingyi is at Changsha Shenghu Experimental School, preparing for the college entrance examination and art examination.

There are many objects to choose from. These little flowers have not yet become famous, and they can all become targets for you to cultivate and extract their attributes.

Jiang Yang slowed down the car and stopped steadily at the curb of the ATM business hall: "We're here."

"Thank you, Uncle Jiang. It will only take 5 minutes!" Yang Chaoyue pushed the door and got out of the car.

Jiang Yang sighed again, leaned back in his chair, faced the warm air from the car's air conditioner, and checked the system panel.

The street light poured down, dividing his cheek into two parts of light and dark.

The fluorescent tubes in the business hall hissed in the twilight, and a faded 24-hour surveillance sign was posted on the glass door.

Yang Chaoyue pushed open the glass door, and the smoke from the food stall on the corner came in, carrying with it the sour and rancid smell unique to the factory area.

She took out 5000 yuan from her pocket, aligned the edges of the banknotes and stuffed them into the deposit slot. Her knuckles turned bluish-white under the cold light of the ATM machine.

Deposit the money into the bank card, and then transfer it to your father via mobile phone.

When Yang Chaoyue received the notification that the transfer was successful, veins bulged on the back of his hand.

This is the first time I've transferred such a large sum of money to my dad.

Finally I can help my dad.

I hope that with this money, my dad won’t have to work so hard on the construction site in the future.

Yang Chaoyue repeatedly rubbed the number 5000 on the screen with his thumb, as if he could touch his father's lumbar vertebrae, which had been covered with plasters for years, through the circuit board.

Watching Yang Chaoyue come back and sit in the back seat, Jiang Yang drove the car towards Fuli Community.

I don’t know if it was his illusion, but I always felt that Yang Chaoyue talked much less on the road this time.

Observing Yang Chaoyue through the central control rearview mirror, I always saw her staring blankly at the night view outside the window.

She pinched the corner of her clothes repeatedly, her eyelashes trembled slightly when the neon lights passed by, and no one knew what she was thinking.

When I changed jobs, even my living environment changed. It takes time to adapt to the change in mentality.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Yang carried the last piece of luggage into the elevator, pressed the door close button, and asked Yang Chaoyue who was leaning against the wall.

"No... I didn't think about anything, I just felt like I was dreaming." Yang Chaoyue stroked the black hair on his earlobe and smiled.

Jiang Yang said seriously, "You will have a regular training tomorrow. Adjust your mindset tonight."

"I understand! Manager Jiang, I won't let you down!" Yang Chaoyue took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

"What did you call me?"

"Oh, Jiang Su!"

"Jiang what?"

"Uncle! Uncle Jiang, retroflex consonant! I will pay attention to the pronunciation next time!" Yang Chaoyue said with his eyes wide open like copper bells, very seriously.

Jiang Yang sighed.

He helped Yang Chaoyue move his luggage into the rental house, and then let Yang Chaoyue make the bed in the room.

Jiang Yang sat on the sofa in the living room, planning the future training for Yang Chaoyue.

By practicing Yang Chaoyue's Mandarin pronunciation and receiving systematic feedback, your Mandarin can be improved.

Reminding Yang Chaoyue not to show off his wealth in the textile factory dormitory and getting feedback on his acting skills was a way for Jiang Yang to experience the effectiveness of the system.

This is not enough.

It's December 11nd.

There are still 2 months left before the art exams for Beijing Film Academy, Central Academy of Drama, and Shanghai Theatre Academy.

Jiang Yang clicked on the official websites of these three schools and checked the admission brochures again.

Age, eyesight, and appearance are definitely acceptable. After all, my appearance is only slightly inferior to that of Daniel Wu, who is reading this book. Areas that need improvement include recitation, dancing, and acting.

How to improve?

Of course, it is to pull out Yang Chaoyue's attributes.

"Uncle Jiang, I've almost finished cleaning my room. Is there anything else you need me to do?" Yang Chaoyue was standing at the door and noticed that Jiang Yang was looking at his phone and thinking about something, so he spoke carefully.

"Sweep the floor. The mop and broom are in the bathroom. Clean every corner of the room. After you're done, continue practicing Mandarin." Jiang Yang looked up and responded, continuing to browse the content on his mobile phone.

"Ok!"

Yang Chaoyue walked towards the bathroom.

When passing by Jiang Yang, his stomach made a distinct "gurgling" sound.

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Yang called Yang Chaoyue.

"A little bit." Yang Chaoyue gave a somewhat forced smile.

"Just tell me if you're hungry, and the company will reimburse you for your meal."

"I can handle it now. I can finish cleaning, practicing Mandarin, and then eating."

"You carry it. I can't handle it anymore. Let's go out for a midnight snack."

Jiang Yang stood up and was about to leave.

Yang Chaoyue ran out of the bathroom, a broom in his hand: "Let's go together! It's too painful to starve alone."

"Wait until you finish cleaning." Jiang Yang sat down and emphasized, "Clean every corner of the room."

"Do you want the master bedroom too?" Yang Chaoyue pointed to the master bedroom with its door closed.

"Yes, the door is not locked. You can go in by turning the doorknob."

"Ok."

First clean the living room, then the kitchen, then your room, and finally the master bedroom.

Yang Chaoyue gently turned the doorknob, wanting to see what the room of his future female group colleague looked like.

Push open the door, press the large switch on the wall, and the incandescent light on the ceiling illuminates the room layout.

The room was clean and not cluttered.

There was a soft mattress on the pine bed. The sheets and quilt covers were not the pink that girls liked, but dark blue, and the quilt was very thick.

There is a book called "An Actor's Self-cultivation" next to the pillow.

There is a Xiaomi power bank on the bedside table.

The material of the bedside table and wardrobe is the same as that of my own room.

The space is slightly larger and has an additional wood-grain desk.

Of course Yang Chaoyue would not open the wardrobe and bedside table to look, as that would be very impolite.

There were no cosmetics to be seen, but there was a Feike electric shaver lying across the desk.

It should be used to shave the legs of girl group members.

What about the dumbbells placed on the bay window?

Yang Chaoyue cleaned the floor of the master bedroom, but he always felt something was strange. It didn't look like a girl's room at all.

But I saw an ID card under the bed.

The ID card is covered, with the national emblem visible.

"What do my colleagues in the girl group look like?"

Yang Chaoyue wiped the dust off his ID card with his sleeve and turned it over to take a look.

The face in the ID card portrait has a high and straight nose, deep eyebrows and eyes, slightly upturned lips, and a prominent lip bead.

Even with a buzz cut and a simple round-necked shirt, you can still tell how handsome he is.

It looks good and feels familiar.

"Have you finished cleaning my room?" Jiang Yang's voice came from the door.

Yang Chaoyue looked up and saw Jiang Yang's face, which was exactly the same as the one on his ID card.

The difference is that Jiang Yang has a slicked-back hair and wears a mature suit.

"Your ID card?" Yang Chaoyue asked in surprise.

"How did you find it? I've been looking for it for days. It saves me the money to get a new one. Thanks." Jiang Yang took the ID card and put it in his wallet. "Just sweep it once with a broom, no need to mop it. Let's go out and have a nice meal."

"Your room?" Yang Chaoyue reacted belatedly, the blood vessels behind his ears throbbing with his breathing.

Before Jiang Yang could say anything, Yang Chaoyue remembered that Jiang Yang's ID card had the same birth year as hers: "Are you really 18 years old this year?"

"Pay attention to pronunciation." Jiang Yang raised his eyelids.

"Are you really 18 years old this year?"

"You see, ID cards never lie."

It turned out that Jiang Yang didn't act naive in the car and told him the truth.

Then it is indeed inappropriate for me to call Jiang Yang uncle.

Yang Chaoyue's toes curled and unclenched in his canvas shoes, the sweat from his palms left water marks on the broom handle, and his body felt fear before his consciousness.

Putting Jiang Yang's age aside, she suddenly realized one thing.

The person living in the master bedroom was not a colleague from the girl group, but Jiang Yang, who had interviewed and signed a contract with her during the day!
Maybe I'll have to live with a boy in the future? No, this is too sudden, I can't accept it.

"Regret signing this? Think about it."

The contract was signed in triplicate. Jiang Yang took one of the copies out of his briefcase and handed it to Yang Chaoyue, pointing to the door of the rental house: "You can terminate the contract. It's up to you to stay or leave."

Termination of contract?!
Yang Chaoyue's fingers were tangled in the corner of his clothes, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

The ceiling light of the rental house shone palely. She looked up at Jiang Yang's back as he turned and walked towards the living room.

Before today, Jiang Yang was still a stranger to me, but from now on, I will live with Jiang Yang?
No.

Even if you can earn 5000 yuan a month, it won’t work.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly understood why he was able to get this job even though he was so bad in every aspect.

It's like being kept!

Is Jiang Yang greedy for her body?

Even though Jiang Yang was the same age as her, and even though Jiang Yang had a perfect image, Yang Chaoyue could not accept it.

She flipped through the contract, the pages rustling in her palms. When the lead type of "termination compensation" caught her sight, Yang Chaoyue suddenly clenched the edge of the paper and saw the compensation amount in the termination column.

A string of zeros, like dense thorns, instantly squeezed into his pupils: "Ten, ten..."

Yang Chaoyue's throat felt like it had been rubbed by sandpaper, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

One hundred thousand yuan! ! !
Even if I sell myself, I'm not worth that much money.

(End of this chapter)