Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 8 Manager Jiang, Can I Come Back?
"10 yuan is just a symbolic number. You don't have to pay it back." Jiang Yang looked over.

Hear the words.

The tense string in Yang Chaoyue's mind moved. He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Yang, his fingers unconsciously grabbing the side seam of his cotton pants.

Jiang Yang sat on the sofa. Seeing that Yang Chaoyue didn't say anything, he continued, "You want compensation? That's fine. I'll send you my bank card number."

"No no no."

Yang Chaoyue finally reacted: "Thank you, thank you so much, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Pay attention to pronunciation." Jiang Yang reminded.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Yang Chaoyue subconsciously changed his words.

Jiang Yang didn't even look at Yang Chaoyue. He lifted his feet and lay on the sofa, flipping through the book "An Actor's Self-cultivation" that he had just taken from the bedside of his room, his fingertips casually stroking the edge of the pages.

Flip through two pages.

There was a rustling sound of paper.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Yang saw Yang Chaoyue timidly walking out of the master bedroom.

Instead of going to the side bedroom to pack up, I went to the bathroom to wash the mop and mop from the balcony to the living room.

When she bent over to wring the mop, her waist, wrapped in old cotton pants, showed a slender curve faintly under the bulky fabric.

The strands of hair on her forehead were stuck to her porcelain-white cheeks by sweat, and trembled slightly with her movements, like reed ears covered with morning dew.

The rural girl's outfit looks fresh and beautiful on Yang Chaoyue.

Jiang Yang just watched Yang Chaoyue swaying in front of him, holding the mop handle, mopping the living room, then the side bedroom, and then the master bedroom.

I passed by him several times, but didn't dare to look up at him.

Since the contract is about to be terminated, I will no longer be an employee of his company. Why am I still working for him? "Isn't the contract going to be terminated?"

"No...you don't even have to pay the penalty. You've been so nice to me. I just wanted to help you clean up." Yang Chaoyue looked at Jiang Yang timidly and repeatedly wiped the door frame that had already been cleaned.

Humble compensation mentality.

Even though the sweat on his forehead soaked his bangs, he still didn't stop.

"Okay, whatever you want."

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "When you leave, throw away the trash at the door."

Seeing the smile on Jiang Yang's face, Yang Chaoyue felt better: "Okay, Uncle Jiang."

"Tsk."

"Brother Jiang!"

Yang Chaoyue quickly changed his words.

For some reason, even though he was about to terminate the contract with Jiang Yang, Yang Chaoyue's heart still subconsciously beat fast when he heard Jiang Yang's sigh.

Jiang Yang suddenly reminded: "By the way, you don't have to worry about the termination compensation, but you have to pay back the 5000 yuan I advanced you. After all, I'm not a philanthropist."

Yang Chaoyue's knuckles turned white as he gripped the mop. Water droplets meandered down the metal rod, leaving dark marks on the tiles and teeth marks on his lower lip.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the mop stains in silence for two seconds before answering: "It's my duty. I'll go get the money after I finish mopping the floor."

Her voice was soft, but her eyelashes were trembling violently.

Jiang Yang raised his eyes from between the pages of the book and caught the curve of her lips as she turned around.

The room was quiet.

Jiang Yang read the book quietly, and Yang Chaoyue didn't say anything.

Occasionally, there was the scratchy sound of fingertips rubbing against book pages, and the dull thud of a mop hitting the leg of a table.

The tiles in the room were mopped until they were shiny by Yang Chaoyue.

When Yang Chaoyue went out, he took the garbage at the door with him as Jiang Yang instructed.

Jiang Yang tilted his head to glance at Yang Chaoyue's departing figure, raised his eyebrows slightly, and thought to himself:
"You're not being honest. You're trying to show off your acting skills to me."

Just when Yang Chaoyue had just finished speaking to him, Jiang Yang took out another attribute from Yang Chaoyue:
[Received feedback on your acting skills from Yang Chaoyue, +1 to your acting skills]

Yang Chaoyue is acting with himself.

Yang Chaoyue previously said: Mopping the floor was her job, and she would go get the money after she finished mopping the floor.

Which statement is false?

It doesn’t matter. Jiang Yang doesn’t care much.

The door is closed.

A barely audible sigh from Yang Chaoyue was heard outside the door, mixed with the rustling of plastic bags and dissipated in the corridor.

After arriving downstairs in the community and throwing away the garbage, Yang Chaoyue walked out of the community gate and headed towards the nearest ATM business hall.

A cold wind blows on my face.

I can't accept living with a boy I just met.

What's more, the treatment Jiang Yang gave was indeed very much like that of a mistress, which was even more unacceptable.

Next, I just need to ask my father to transfer the money back, then pack my luggage and go back to the textile factory, and life can be the same as before.

I am very lucky that I don’t have to pay liquidated damages to terminate the contract.

Yang Chaoyue took out his cell phone and clicked on his father's number, but he didn't have the courage to call him.

The old flip-phone Nokia was flipped over and over in the palm of my hand, the metal shell warmed by body temperature and then quickly cooled by the cold wind.

Suddenly a bell rang.

It was my dad calling.

Yang Chaoyue answered the call and called out, "Daddy."

My father's voice came from the receiver: "Hey, where did you come from? Why are you transferring so much money to me?"

A-lo means daughter in Yancheng dialect, and my father often calls me that.

My father doesn’t speak Mandarin and speaks Yancheng dialect when he communicates with me.

I could tell that my dad's tone was full of surprise.

But a familiar electrical noise came from the receiver, mixed with the roar of the construction site mixer.

Yang Chaoyue felt as if a ball of water-soaked cotton was stuffed in his throat, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

I didn't know how to ask my dad to transfer the 5000 yuan he had just transferred to me back to me.

"Hey." "Hey, can you hear me?"

"Is the signal bad?"

Dad called out several times, but Yang Chaoyue didn't respond, and his throat felt blocked.

Until my dad asked, "Hey, are you living well in the big city?"

Yang Chaoyue was stunned for a second, then gave a bitter smile: "Daddy, I'm doing pretty well!"

The words just left his mouth.

My dad hung up the phone.

At the same time, a system prompt sounded in Jiang Yang's mind:
[Received feedback on your acting skills from Yang Chaoyue, +1 to your acting skills]

Jiang Yang closed the book and said, "Yang Chaoyue can act out a scene just by throwing away trash, so how can he act out a scene with a trash can?"

Followed by.

Yang Chaoyue's mobile phone rang with a text message reminder that a payment of 5000 yuan had been received.

The tingling sensation from the vibration of the phone spread from the palm of my hand to my heart.

Yang Chaoyue was stunned and called his father: "Dad, how can you transfer the money?"

"There's a signal, I can hear you talking right now."

Dad smiled innocently, "I can't afford to spend so much money in my hometown. You spend a lot of money in the big city, and things are so expensive. Buy more fruits and eat more to gain weight. You'll feel less stressed if you have some money. Dad is incompetent and can't help you. Dad just wants you to be happy."

Yang Chaoyue's eyes suddenly turned red.

I think of my father raising me alone.

I remember my father having to smile when he was scolded by the foreman on the construction site, I remember the white hair that was exposed when he took off his construction helmet, and his back that could not be straightened because of the physical work.

"Dad, I want a good life in exchange. I don't have to work in a factory. Food and accommodation are provided. I can earn 5,000 yuan a month, and the boss will give me 5,000 yuan in advance."

The cold wind blew away the white breath Yang Chaoyue exhaled: "Dad, you have to be willing to spend this five thousand yuan to buy medicine to heal your back injury. When I earn more money in the future, you don't have to work on the construction site, I will support you."

"Haha, great, great, Ah Luo has made great progress and found a good life."

Listening to my dad's laughter on the phone.

Yang Chaoyue also laughed.

As I laughed, my eyes became sore and tears flowed.

The cold wind stung my earlobes, but it was no match for the tinnitus caused by the noise from the construction site in the receiver.

It was as if I could smell the fishy smell of concrete that could not be washed off my father’s cotton-padded jacket.

After chatting with his father about family matters for a while and hanging up the phone, Yang Chaoyue transferred another 5000 yuan to his father and attached a text message, asking his father to take care of his health.

She stopped walking towards the ATM machine and turned around, heading towards Jiang Yang's Fuli Community, looking up at the building where Jiang Yang was.

She tried to smile, but found that the muscles on her frozen cheeks were somewhat out of control, and the white mist she exhaled blurred the floor where Jiang Yang was.

The red and white sign of the convenience store on the corner swayed in the wind. Yang Chaoyue shrank her neck and tightly grasped the spare key to the rental house that Jiang Yang had given her in her pocket.

Mixed emotions.

The old flip Nokia ringtone is ringing again.

Yang Chaoyue answered with a smile on his face: "Daddy."

Sister Yan's cheerful laughter rang out from the receiver: "Hey! My dear daughter!"

Yang Chaoyue glanced at the phone screen and realized that the call was from Sister Yan: "Sister Yan, you are taking advantage of me. I was just talking to my dad on the phone."

Chat for a while.

Sister Yan talked about business:

"No kidding, my supervisor knows you're resigning, and I want to ask you if you're serious. It's not too late to regret now. You can come back tonight and go to work as usual tomorrow. Otherwise, by tomorrow, a newly hired female worker will be taking your bed."

Sister Yan advised: "Yueyue, you probably haven't boarded the train yet, why don't you come back? The job at the textile factory is pretty good..."

Yang Chaoyue held the phone without saying a word.

The roar of the textile factory assembly line, the pungent smell of engine oil, and those mechanically repetitive days and nights suddenly flooded into my memory.

Assembly line post-traumatic stress.

"Sister Yan, I'm on the bus back to my hometown. I won't be going back to the textile factory. Please keep in touch."

At the same time, a system prompt sounded in Jiang Yang's mind:
[Under your care, Yang Chaoyue's acting skills have improved. You have received feedback, and your acting skills have increased by +1.]

Jiang Yang, waiting for Yang Chaoyue to return the 5000 yuan advance payment, wondered, "Is he acting like he's playing tricks on the ATM machine again?"

He called Yang Chaoyue.

The call was connected quickly, and the receiver was filled with the noise of whistling wind.

Jiang Yang put the book upside down on his knees and said, "I was just throwing away the trash for half an hour and got kidnapped by the trash can?"

"Jiang Yang, can I not terminate the contract?" Yang Chaoyue's timid tone sounded like a taut string in the receiver.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Yang asked, "Have you thought it through?"

"You are a good person, I believe you."

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

Jiang Yang clicked his tongue and said, "Speak properly."

"You are a good man."

There was no response from Jiang Yang in the receiver.

This time, Jiang Yang did not hear the system's reminder about Yang Chaoyue's acting skills.

This shows that Yang Chaoyue really thinks he is a good person, but he does not trust himself.

This is normal since we've only just met.

Yang Chaoyue's original living environment was already harsh.

It's like when there is no other choice, grab him as the last straw, even if this straw has barbs.

Yang Chaoyue was a little nervous, but he mustered up the courage to ask, "Um, Manager Jiang, can I come back now?"

After a few seconds of silence, Yang Chaoyue finally heard Jiang Yang's response: "See if there are any fast food restaurants open on the street and bring back two servings of pork knuckle rice."

(End of this chapter)