Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 92: Guilt of Being Loved But Missing the Response
The clerk caught up with Yang Chaoyue and asked if he needed to adjust the size or recommend shoes, bags or accessories.

By the way, please invite Jiang Yang into the exclusive rest area to wait.

Yang Chaoyue pushed open the hinged door of the fitting room.

There are three full-length mirrors in different sizes and angles, with fill light function.

There is an art painting on the wall.

Next to it is a call button that allows you to directly contact the shopping guide to provide size adjustment and size change services.

It's the best fitting room I've ever seen.

Although I feel reserved, I also feel at ease and can move freely.

Because I know Brother Yang is waiting for me outside.

Taking off his old cotton-padded jacket and putting on a patchwork fur coat, Yang Chaoyue did not hold the cotton-padded jacket to his chest as awkwardly as before. This time he hung it on the clothesline naturally.

He looked up at the full-length mirror in front of him.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he frowned in surprise, feeling that the person in the mirror looked a little strange.

"Is this...really me?"

Her fingertips gently stroked the collar of the fur coat. The fur was fine and trembling slightly, giving off a soft luster under the light.

The tightness of the shoulder line is just right.

The waistline is naturally gathered, making the figure look taller.

The cuffs just cover the wrists without any excess bulk.

The fur on the collar rubbed her chin gently, feeling soft.

Just like a rustic factory girl turning into an urban beauty.

Play as a more expensive version of yourself.

When I put on this patchwork fur coat, the unfamiliar self in the mirror seemed to have a more charismatic aura.

When he has no expression on his face, he makes himself a little scared.

The aura transformation brought by the fur coat.

A temporary identity granted by consumerism.

The feeling that clothes make the man is embodied at this moment.

"This dress must be very expensive."

I remember when I looked at the label before, I vaguely saw several zeros.

It must be more than a thousand.

Hey...where's the label?!
Unable to find the label, Yang Chaoyue was stunned for a moment, his heart pounding.

There is an instinctive fear of consumption levels beyond cognition.

Jiang Yang paid at the cashier and took a look at the receipt.

15,000.

He's really good at picking. He just deducted the money from Yang Chaoyue's salary.

Fortunately, I heard the system prompt sound.

[Under your guidance, Yang Chaoyue's attitude towards brand clothing stores has improved. You have received feedback and improved your ability to respond.]

Feel the properties you have picked up and you will understand.

It’s about mentality.

Even if you know you can't afford luxury stores like Hermès, Prada, and Givenchy, you won't be afraid.

To put it simply, you can easily pretend to be a wealthy person.

He returned to the exclusive lounge area and sat down. After waiting for five minutes, seeing that Yang Chaoyue hadn't come out yet, he sent a message: ["Settled in the fitting room?"]
Yang Chaoyue replied immediately: [“Brother Yang, I’m sorry, I got into trouble.”]
[“?”]
[“I don’t know where I put the tag. I can’t find it.”]
[“Why are you in such a hurry? Put on your clothes first.”]
Jiang Yang sent the message.

When I looked up, I saw the door of the fitting room being slowly pushed open.

Yang Chaoyue took a shallow breath, looked around for a while, and immediately avoided his gaze when he saw the clerk, with his lower eyelid twitching slightly.

I was glad the clerk didn't notice me.

See Jiang Yang in the exclusive rest area.

She stepped forward cautiously.

I was so nervous that I subconsciously wanted to rub the corners of my clothes, but I restrained myself in time because I was afraid of rubbing wrinkles on the fabric of this fur patchwork coat.

After straightening his arms and coming in front of Jiang Yang, he lowered his head slightly, clasped his hands tightly, and dared not say a word.

Jiang Yang said nothing, but looked up at Yang Chaoyue.

At first he leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and then sat up straight.

Yang Chaoyue's foundation was already good.

The face is delicate, the waist-hip ratio is perfect, and the shoulder and neck lines are smooth.

There are many clothes that can be adapted.

It can weaken the flaws of the clothing itself, and simple items can also be worn with a sense of texture.

Putting on this high-quality fur patchwork coat at this moment, your temperament will be immediately highlighted.

It's just that the manners didn't keep up.

Are you too nervous?

"Overleap, lift your head, and relax your shoulders."

Yang Chaoyue looked hesitant as he raised his head, his shoulders still hunched.

Jiang Yang propped his elbows up on his knees, keeping his cervical spine slightly tilted back to maintain the best viewing angle: "I just paid, this dress is yours, it doesn't matter if the tag is lost."

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue's clasped hands relaxed slightly: "Really?"

“I just paid.”

"how much is it?"

"One thousand and five."

Yang Chaoyue's shoulders slumped, and his neck tilted forward slightly: "As agreed, I'll pay for this. Brother Yang, you can deduct it from my salary."

Is there such a good thing?

Take the initiative to let the boss deduct more money from you.

Pay for overtime.

Roll yourself up.

"Relax and keep your back straight." Jiang Yang coaxed patiently.

Yang Chaoyue's shoulders, which were slightly leaning forward, naturally stretched out.

The fingertips, which had been roughened by years of friction with cheap chemical fiber fabrics, were now immersed in the soft mink fur, and he unconsciously reduced his strength.

His eyes were hesitant at first, but gradually calmed down under the sheen of the fur.

Those eyelashes that always drooped slightly were lifted up, casting a clear arc under the light.

"Chao Yue, it looks very nice. Do you like it?" Jiang Yang asked.

"I like it..." Yang Chaoyue looked at himself in the mirror and nodded vigorously.

Her neck, which she habitually wanted to shrink, was supported by the stand-up collar.

The jawline suddenly became clear.

I don’t know why, but after putting on this dress, I suddenly felt not as out of place in the high-end Versace store as before.

Those strands of hair that usually look frizzy are now smooth and shiny.

Money really nourishes people.

Yang Chaoyue was no longer reserved and turned around in front of the mirror comfortably. The hem of his fur coat drew smooth lines as he moved. "It's worthy of being a 1500 yuan piece of clothing, Brother Yang. It really shows off my temperament. The raw edges are handled very well, showing a sense of layering. The lining has hidden buttons and Velcro, and it's warm."

What is the inner liner, what is the hidden button, and what is the Velcro?
This time Jiang Yang was a little confused.

He wasn't that particular about clothes, especially women's clothes.

Yang Chaoyue has worked in a zipper factory, a textile factory, and other low-level clothing industries, so he knows a little about these things.

If you have a chance, learn more about this attribute and supplement your knowledge in this area. Maybe you can use it in the future: "Compared to your chiffon skirt, which one do you like better?"

"I prefer...that chiffon dress."

Yang Chaoyue was in a trance for a moment:
"I was wearing that dress when I first interviewed you. I was also wearing that chiffon dress when I passed the audition for Canxing. I also wore that dress when I first started playing a female beggar at Xiangshan Film and Television City. The shape isn't as good as this 1500 yuan dress, and the material isn't as good, but the meaning is different."

Compared with this fur patchwork coat, that chiffon skirt is indeed shabby, but also very sacred.

Material value cannot compare to emotional value.

The female clerk outside the exclusive rest area, wearing black high heels and matte makeup, tilted her head and looked over when she heard Yang Chaoyue say the price of 1500 yuan, with the smile on her lips a little tense.

After meeting Jiang Yang's gaze, her smile became bright again.

Jiang Yang paid the money.

She understood what Jiang Yang meant.

Many wealthy men bring young girls to Versace to buy clothes.

There are mistresses and third parties.

For men and women with huge differences in status and values, it is difficult for them to even be together, let alone fall in love.

Rich people care more about time than money.

The rich second generation doesn't even have the intention to play with the poor girl.

Just chatting for a few minutes and exchanging ideas seems like a waste of time.

This rich second generation is actually interested.

The clerk closed the curtain of the exclusive lounge area and left immediately without disturbing the two.

Yang Chaoyue was no longer particularly sensitive to the movements around her. She was comfortable in front of the full-length mirror with its own lighting function, feeling the beauty of herself in high-end clothes.

For young girls who have not yet grown up, girls of Yang Chaoyue's age, or married women, the love of beauty is engraved in their bones.

From time to time, she smoothed the hair by her ears and stroked the fabric of the fur comfortably.

Look back and around.

Finding that there was no one else in the exclusive rest area, only Brother Yang leaning on the sofa playing with his phone, Yang Chaoyue unconsciously hummed the song that has become popular in the past two years, "Don't Want to Grow Up":
“Why can’t I find a rose that never wilts? Why aren’t the princes I meet princely enough…”

At first it was just a hum.

Humming and singing softly.

In the chorus, Yang Chaoyue sang with all his heart: "I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to grow up. When I grow up, there will be no fairy tales in the world..."

Jiang Yang was originally browsing his phone, searching for the novel of the same name adapted from "A Little Farewell" to find out what the original theme was.

Find out the relevant information about the production company and producer, as well as the style of past works.

After hearing Yang Chaoyue singing.

I don’t have the heart to look at these anymore.

Compared with professional singers, Yang Chaoyue didn't wear in-ear monitors, didn't use any mixing, didn't avoid high notes, and sang a cappella the entire time. These are all top skills of professional singers... except that they sound unpleasant.

She is good-looking, well-behaved and obedient, but her singing is really not that good.

There’s no technique, it’s all emotion.

He suddenly felt the psychological pressure Yang Chaoyue had to face when he stepped onto the talent show stage in his previous life, and laughed out loud out of sympathy as he thought about it.

Even though I can’t sing well.

But it didn't stop him from laughing at Yang Chaoyue.

Singing out of tune but daring to do so.

Youthful recklessness.

"Brother Yang, what are you laughing at?" The singing in the exclusive lounge stopped and Yang Chaoyue turned around to look at him.

Jiang Yang tried to hold it back, but couldn't. "Is my singing bad?"

Yang Chaoyue pursed his lips quickly: "My former roommates all said that I sang well, and they were very happy to listen to me sing."

"I am also very happy."

"My dear, your smile seems to be making fun of me."

Yang Chaoyue frowned.

Jiang Yang waved his hand: "No, don't think too much. I don't mean to laugh at you. I just think of something happy."

"So, is my singing good or bad?"

"Can I not answer?"

"Answer it."

Jiang Yang stood up, a smile on his face, opened the door curtain and walked out: "Listen."

"Brother Yang, you are just making fun of me! You are being rude!" Yang Chaoyue spoke in Yancheng dialect and followed Jiang Yang.

I went into the fitting room and put on my old cotton jacket again.

The fur patchwork coat was packed and put away.

Chatted with Jiang Yang about the task assigned to him.

At first, I picked out a nice dress at Uniqlo, which was very suitable for the role of Rose in "A Little Separation".

Back to Uniqlo again.

Although he was still wearing his old cotton-padded jacket, Yang Chaoyue's steps were very light.

Straighten your back, spread your shoulders out, and select the light-colored dress from before.

Go to the fitting room to change, then come out to show Jiang Yang.

Seeing Jiang Yang nod, she went straight to the cashier to pay, fearing that Jiang Yang would snatch the money from her.

Just after coming out of Uniqlo, Jiang Yang's cell phone rang.

It was Tang Shuliang from Canxing who called.

Earlier in the underground parking lot, Tang Shuliang wanted to sign his agency contract, and he could make concessions on the contract term and profit-sharing method, and even offer options to himself.

Jiang Yang refused very tactfully, making sure the other party understood what he meant.

I won't sign with any company.

I guess he called for another purpose this time.

"Director Tang." Jiang Yang, sitting on a bench, answered the call with a smile.

I'm too lazy to put my iPhone 6s to my ear.

I don't know what's wrong with this thing, but it gets hot when I'm on a call for a long time.

He turned on the speaker and heard Tang Shuliang's voice: "Are you busy? Xiao Jiang."

"Not busy, not busy. I'm shopping with Chaoyue at the mall, buying some new clothes. Isn't it almost New Year's Day?"

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. New Year's Eve is only a week away. Yesterday was Christmas Day. The day before, Christmas Eve, when I got home from get off work, my daughter bought me an apple gift box. You're at the Wanda Plaza in SJ District, right? There must be a Christmas tree in the lobby on the first floor."

"Yes, there is." Jiang Yang turned his head to look at the 6-meter-high Christmas tree at the entrance to the first floor.

Yang Chaoyue sat next to Jiang Yang.

She heard Tang Shuliang's words clearly.

Christmas Eve? Christmas Day?
She knew these two festivals.

I've seen it in movies and TV shows.

There was no special celebration.

I have never felt the festive atmosphere before.

In the past two years, I have been working on the assembly line in the textile factory. Except for going back to my hometown during the Spring Festival, every day was repetitive.

No one cares about holidays or even birthdays.

I just want to work hard to make more progress and save more money, so that I can go back to Xingang Village in my hometown of Yancheng during the New Year and let my father know that I am living well away from home.

Yang Chaoyue followed Jiang Yang's gaze and seemed to realize something. He murmured, "So the rich people in the Magic City also celebrate Christmas and Christmas Eve?"

When I first walked in, I was too embarrassed to look around.

She stared at the Christmas tree intently, her lips slightly tightened.

The Christmas tree is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, in the shape of a tower, and is wrapped with LED light strings.

Surrounding it are castle decorative panels and brightly colored gift boxes.

Very festive atmosphere.

Searching for Christmas Eve on your phone reveals the origins of Christmas:

It is an important festival in Western Christianity to commemorate the life of Jesus. People abroad will gather together to have dinner, exchange gifts, and decorate the Christmas tree on this day.

In China, the day before Christmas is Christmas Eve. People usually give apples to their close friends to express their wish for peace and safety.

This is the first time I know that festivals can be celebrated like this.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly remembered something, his pupils slightly dilated, and he murmured with a drawn-out tone, "Apple?"

Last night, when Brother Yang gave me Huang Lei's signature, he also put a big apple on the bedside table.

I felt that I would have to brush my teeth again after eating, so I didn't touch it and left it on the bedside table.

It turned out that was the Christmas Eve gift that Brother Yang gave him last night!

If Director Tang hadn't mentioned this festival, I wouldn't have realized it yet.

Yang Chaoyue shifted his gaze from the Christmas tree to Jiang Yang beside him.

There is a feeling of guilt of being loved but missing the response.

The frequency of blinking decreased, and the corners of the tightly pursed mouth relaxed, revealing a hint of a smile.

My boss is so nice to me.

After watching for a while, Jiang Yang raised his hand and hooked the hair on his forehead. Yang Chaoyue subconsciously imitated Jiang Yang's action and also hooked the hair on her forehead.

The body reacts before the brain.

Jiang Yang didn't pay attention to Yang Chaoyue's movements, because Tang Shuliang finally got down to business: "Did you sign all the agency contracts for Yang Chaoyue in your company?"

Jiang Yang understood what was going on as soon as he heard it.

Tang Shuliang knew that he couldn't sign himself, so he thought about his employees.

Unfortunately, this is not an urban novel, so I can't refuse it directly.

For the sake of your own reputation, you must always save face.

"Chao Yue, Director Tang wants to sign you, do you have any ideas?" Jiang Yang asked.

Yang Chaoyue shook his head like a rattle.

I even wanted Jiang Yang to hang up the phone.

"You go over there and wait for a while. I still have to talk to Director Tang. I can't refuse too obviously. I have to save face. You can order whatever you want to eat." Jiang Yang pointed to a McDonald's restaurant near the Christmas tree.

Seeing Yang Chaoyue take his briefcase and leave, Jiang Yang stood up, walked slowly, and chatted with Tang Shuliang in detail:
"Director Tang, the main thing is that Yang Chaoyue's contract has been signed, and the duration is the same as Canxing's, 8 years."

"It's okay. Friendship is friendship, business is business. The purpose of running a company is to make money. You know, Canxing will further monopolize the music talent show market in the future. The quota for 'The Voice of China' is full, but I can tell you in advance that they will develop a new variety show IP next year called 'Masked Singer Guess Guess Guess'. If you have any ideas, we can arrange for you to join as a resident MC in a suitable capacity."

Tang Shuliang patiently coaxed him, "This year, Canxing is investing in film and television projects to achieve a diversified layout and try to adapt variety show IP into film and television. If the movie "The Voice of China" is a good box office after its release, there will be no shortage of follow-up projects..."

Still the same old routine.

Resource replacement.

Jiang Yang understood that Canxing’s “The Voice of China” movie plan had failed to materialize.

Most of the movies and TV series I invested in failed.

However, "Masked Singer Guess Guess Guess" is quite popular.

The popularity of variety shows can only be converted into short-term fame, allowing more people to know you.

The fan group with purchasing power directly creates economic benefits.

Accumulating fans from high-spending groups, supporting the industrial chain, and forming a closed-loop logic of the fan economy are the manifestations of one's own commercial value.

Therefore, if you can succeed in film and television dramas, there is no need to become a permanent MC of variety shows.

What's more, it was just a pie in the sky that Tang Shuliang painted for himself.

He patiently listened to the other person's boasting, acting as a boasting instructor himself, and finally the conversation came to Yang Chaoyue's contract: "Canxing will give you a termination fee. By the way, how much is the termination fee?"

"10 small goals."

"Small goal?"

There was doubt in Tang Shuliang's tone.

Jiang Yang reacted in time.

The term "small goal" won't become popular until next year, so let's just say it in plain English: "One billion yuan."

"What?"

On the phone, Tang Shuliang paused for a second and said in a clear voice, "How much?"

"10 million, hundreds of billions, trillions, and billions."

“Is the unit in Zimbabwean dollars?”

"Chao Yue used to be a factory girl, she didn't know anything, she just signed the contract. I simply set the price a bit higher. Director Tang, don't you think I'm a bit too cruel?"

"Hei, you really have a dark heart. I understand what you mean. You clearly want to keep Yang Chaoyue by your side. My call was completely unnecessary."

Tang Shuliang's laughter was heard in the receiver.

Stay respectable in the adult world.

He smiled and said, "Forget it, forget it. We're all in Shanghai. Let's get together when we have time. If other variety shows are looking for actors, do you and Yang Chaoyue have any ideas?"

Jiang Yang glanced at the gate and then looked back.

His eyes fell on a woman who had just walked in.

She is about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, about 1.65 meters tall, with well-maintained skin, elegant temperament and pretty face.

A pair of almond-shaped eyes with slightly drooping corners.

The nose bridge is high and there are obvious nasolabial folds.

The lips are upturned and the philtrum is prominent.

She was wearing a long black wool coat, black straight pants, high heels and a handbag.

The overall clothing is mainly black.

He is not a celebrity, but he looks familiar.

He responded to Tang Shuliang's words on the receiver: "I'll be on if you pay me. Who wouldn't want to be on the show? If you think any variety show on Canxing would be suitable for Yang Chaoyue and me, just send me a message. I'll come over to Shanghai to discuss it in detail..."

Although he said those words, he was still looking at the woman out of the corner of his eye.

Until a young girl followed the woman in.

She is 58 meters tall and has short hair.

She is carrying a pink backpack and wearing a light blue down jacket decorated with cartoon patterns.

She wore black leggings and a plaid skirt.

Wearing brown short boots with dense fur to keep warm.

Wearing a pink plush hat on the head.

There is a cute fur ball on the top of the hat, and the brim covers half of the forehead.

Her facial features were very similar to the woman next to her.

It's for mother and daughter.

Jiang Yang stared at the girl for a long time because a new prompt appeared on the control panel in front of him.

[Potential training target found, Zhao Jinmai, would you like to bind? ]
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(End of this chapter)