Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 79: Uncomfortable with the Sudden Enthusiasm

Hear the words.

Luo Zhixiang's temples throbbed slightly, and he spread his palms upwards, smiling awkwardly: "I know, I know, I must listen to what Brother Lei says. I was also born in a low-income family. When I was a child, I lived in a 9-square-meter tin house with my parents. I was even splashed with paint because I couldn't pay back my debts. Girls who work hard at the bottom of society to give their families a good life are all angels. I won't touch them."

Huang Lei understands Luo Zhixiang's family background.

I also know Luo Zhixiang’s childhood.

Without connections, background, and even with his family holding him back, it wasn't easy for Luo Zhixiang to struggle his way up.

I would order more food because I was afraid of going hungry when I was a child.

Even after buying a mansion for my mother, I would still wake up in the middle of the night to hear the sound of banging on the door.

Now that he is famous, he is really fickle, but he is also really filial to his mother.

My only regret is that I can’t let my father see my current glorious side.

Although we finally paid off our father's debts, our family still couldn't live happily together because my father had passed away.

Only by visiting my father’s grave to pay homage every year can I say a few words from my heart to him.

"Xiaozhu, as someone who's been through this, Brother Lei wants to tell you something from the bottom of his heart. I'm too lazy to talk about your private affairs. Have a good talk with Zhou Yangqing. It's time to focus on your work. It hasn't been easy for you along the way. Don't let any negative news come out that will affect your future. Listen to Brother Lei and build a happy family. It's really wonderful and life will be stable."

"I know, Brother Lei, I will be careful." Luo Zhixiang said with a smile.

He has no resources in the mainland and has only just gained fame through "Go Fighting".

Huang Lei has not only taught at the Beijing Film Academy for 20 years and has countless students, but even Huang Bo, one of the MC guests on "Go Fighting", is Huang Lei's student.

The bond between students and teachers can stand the test of time better than that between drinking buddies.

Huang Lei has also had in-depth collaborations with many famous directors in the circle.

Huang Lei also has connections in the drama circle in Wanwan Province, Luo Zhixiang’s hometown.

The relationships in the mainland entertainment industry are complicated and deep.

If he had a good relationship with Huang Lei, Huang Lei would be his credit currency in the mainland entertainment circle.

There is a saying among Taiwanese artists who come to the mainland: Ten Golden Horse Awards are not as good as one like on Huang Lei’s WeChat Moments.

There is a reason why this saying has spread so widely.

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at the same time.

the other side.

Yang Chaoyue, wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket and with his hair washed and smooth, came to the square where food was served, registered his name and received a wristband.

Just like yesterday, the staff were counting the number of people having meals and reporting to the lifestyle producer.

The extras lined up one by one, handed in their wristbands, and received their lunch boxes.

Uniformed security guards maintained discipline on site.

There were dozens of people in the line, all of them extras from Cao Wei Street.

Most of the extras have already changed their costumes, but some who are still wearing coarse linen clothes have not had time to change.

"Brother Yang hasn't arrived yet?" At first glance, Yang Chaoyue did not see Jiang Yang's tall figure in the team.

She quietly came to the end of the line, but heard someone calling her, "Chaoyue, over here!"

It was a female voice.

Looking for the source of the voice, I saw a plump woman wearing a white down jacket standing at the front of the line.

Yang Chaoyue recognized him at a glance.

This person was also signed by Canxing. When she first arrived at the rehearsal room yesterday, the Shanghai auntie was sitting next to her.

I encountered this before after an audition. The other party's audition result was very bad. I was in a bad mood at the time, so I chatted with her for a few minutes and asked her if she had any connections in the program crew. After knowing that she didn't, I didn't talk to her much.

The relationship between the two is just acquaintance, not very good.

But at this moment, the aunt leaned half her body out of the group and waved to Yang Chaoyue vigorously, with extraordinary enthusiasm: "Chaoyue, come here, don't you recognize me? We talked yesterday!"

Yang Chaoyue was not used to the other party's enthusiasm.

It wasn't like this before. Especially when she noticed that everyone in the team turned around to look at her, she hunched her shoulders slightly, didn't respond, and was so embarrassed that she didn't know where to put her hands.

"Come here."

The aunt took a step and almost ran towards Yang Chaoyue: "You are standing at the back of the line. How long will you wait? Your lunch box will get cold. I have a seat right there, in the front row!"

As she spoke, she took Yang Chaoyue's wrist and walked towards the front row.

"Ah, no, no, Auntie, I'll just queue up at the back. You can't cut in line. The security guard is watching."

"You didn't cut in line. I gave you my seat. What does the security have to do with it?"

When Yang Chaoyue came to his senses, he had already been stuffed into his aunt's original team.

The aunt did not queue up herself, but just stayed beside Yang Chaoyue, moving her position little by little, and enthusiastically chatting with Yang Chaoyue about the interesting things that happened when she was an extra today.

Praising Yang Chaoyue for his good acting, there must be a lot of shots.

Yang Chaoyue forced a smile and tried her best to keep it up. She was not used to her aunt's sudden enthusiasm.

Their relationship is obviously not that good.

"Auntie, what about you? I've taken your place, what will you do?"

"It's fine with me. I'll go to the back of the line. It's fate that we met. Can we exchange contact information?"

I exchanged phone numbers with the aunt, and she happily went to queue at the back of the line.

I just noted my aunt's cell phone number.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Yang Chaoyue!"

A man's voice.

Looking up, I saw the stagehand at the front of the line, wearing an orange vest and a baseball cap, serving meals to the extras. He was also nicknamed "meal boss" by the extras.

Yang Chaoyue was deeply impressed.

It was he who served food to me yesterday, with a serious expression on his face.

If he found someone cutting in line, he would yell at them loudly and rudely, and the extras were very afraid of him.

"Yang Chaoyue, come here!" the dining hall attendant said loudly.

Yang Chaoyue shrank his neck, not daring to look directly at the other person, and stepped forward: "Sorry, I'll queue up again..."

The words are not finished yet.

The groundskeeper grinned and said, "You don't have to queue up, just get your lunch box directly."

As he spoke, he took out a box lunch from a disposable foam box and gave it to Yang Chaoyue.

Before Yang Chaoyue could come to his senses, he took the lunch box back and said, "I almost forgot. This is an ordinary lunch box. Don't eat this. Wait for me for a moment."

He quickly ran to the van that was delivering lunch boxes. When he came back, he was holding a layered insulation box with a heating function. It looked very heavy and was slightly smaller than an electric rice cooker. "Chaoyue, have this."

"This is?"

"Special meal."

The staff opened the thermal box, and the metal knives and forks neatly arranged on the top layer shone coldly in the sunlight.

When I opened the middle layer, an aroma mixed with black pepper and lemon juice suddenly rushed out.

The shredded potatoes are golden and crispy, the green pepper and pork slices are shiny with slightly burnt lines, and the braised chicken legs are rich in sauce and shiny, with crystal-clear fat hanging on the skin.

The most eye-catching thing is the three extra layers spread out on the side.

The salmon is orange-red and tender, with obvious fat lines. A wedge of lemon is squeezed on it, and the juice is slowly seeping into the fish meat.

The imported beef was diced, with an alluring pink center and gravy that seemed ready to burst with a fork-tip.

The organic vegetables were dazzlingly green, drizzled with transparent salad dressing, and crushed nuts stuck to the leaves.

The next layer of rice is snow-white and fluffy.

The pork rib soup at the bottom was shaking slightly, with green wolfberries and chopped green onions floating on the surface of the soup. The hot steam wrapped in the aroma of meat rushed straight to Yang Chaoyue's little face.

Yang Chaoyue's throat rolled violently twice, and he unconsciously took a half step back, his voice tense: "This... is for me?"

(End of this chapter)