Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing wrote down her thoughts one after another on the paper.

"Puppet dressing up, you can try that. Small shopping malls should also have hourly workers, about 15 yuan per hour."

Bo Bing tapped her pen. "It's easy, but the pay isn't much. Besides, this kind of work isn't frequent, and it's not something you can do every day. The hours vary, and the money you earn isn't enough."

"What about fast food restaurants?" Zhao Yang asked.

"If you mean McDonald's, then unfortunately, I guess there aren't any of those fast food chains here."

Zhao Yang lowered his head in frustration.

Wen Yuan frowned as if he had remembered something.

"Wait, it seems we also need to assign someone to take care of the children."

“That’s right, two children need at least one adult to take care of them,” Bo Bing tapped her pen, turning to the handsome man beside her. “You… teacher, what can you do?”

Yin Su thought about it seriously.

"Besides acting, I'm pretty good at taking care of people, but children... I've never taken care of them before, so I don't know, but it must be quite difficult," Yin Su recalled, writing down the skills he could use on a piece of paper. "I can cook a simple meal, that should be fine."

"You're quite the actor," Bo Bing thought to herself, "I really owe you a debt of gratitude to you, you little bastard, in my past life."

Raising you, you ungrateful brat, almost bankrupted me. How could you not know that?

Haha, why does this guy seem frozen in place?

[Children from poor families mature early; this young man seems quite familiar with these things, I feel a bit sorry for him.]

My husband is amazing, he can even cook!

[Both Wen Yuan and Zhao Yang in this group are young masters, right? I'm kind of looking forward to it.]

[Has this award-winning actor ever taken care of anyone? Why does he look so helpless with that smile!]

I want to eat my husband's cooking.

[Little Qing looks so handsome when he's thinking!]

The viewers in the live chat started laughing.

"Jiang Wenqing, how about you? How's taking care of the child?"

“I’m good at it,” Jiang Wenqing said, quite familiar with the subject. “Although I’m not a great cook, barely passable, I’m pretty good at taking care of children. My younger relatives like me quite a bit.”

"Wen Yuan, Xiao Yang, where are you two?"

Wen Yuan touched his nose. "I'm alright at taking care of kids."

Zhao Yang shook his head. "I'm rather careless. I'm the youngest in the family... I don't really know how to take care of children. I can manage to check their homework though..."

Bo Bing had clearly taken on the role of leader, and a bold idea came to mind.

"just."

He quickly planned out the itinerary in his mind.

"Oh? You have a plan?" The gentle and beautiful movie star rested her chin on her hand, her gaze meaningful. "Tell me about it."

"Here is my plan."

"When I came here, I observed the road conditions and the city situation. I confirmed that this is the provincial border and there is a highway, so the flow of people here is not small," Bo Bing spread out the contents of the paper, which showed the time allocation for the five days starting from the afternoon.

“Jiang Wenqing has a leg injury, so it’s obviously not suitable for him to take on a job that earns money,” Bo Bing said, looking at the three of them. “So for the next five days, can you take care of the child in the dormitory the whole time? I mean, the kind of care where you stay with him the whole time.”

“I have no objection,” Jiang Wenqing said, somewhat surprised. His leg injury did prevent him from engaging in strenuous exercise. “But if I don’t go out, wouldn’t that become an expense?”

"Does no one have any objections?"

Bo Bing didn't rush to answer him, but instead glanced around. No one raised any questions, so he continued reading.

“It’s fine for Jiang Wenqing to take care of the children during the school hours, but we need someone to help Jiang Wenqing look after the children from the afternoon school hours to the evening lights out,” Bo Bing said. “To be honest, it’s a bit of a stretch for one person to pick up and take care of two children.”

"Do you need me?"

Yin Su turned his head and raised his hand.

"No need. My plan is that starting tomorrow morning, Wen Yuan and Zhao Yang will each help Jiang Wenqing take care of the child for two days over four days. The rest of the time, they can find part-time jobs such as handing out flyers or making dolls. We can arrange it flexibly and look for opportunities whenever we come across them."

"Brother, what if I can't find it?"

Zhao Yang was somewhat troubled.

"It doesn't matter if you can't find it, because your income is just extra money, and the big cash flow isn't with you."

"You have a way to make money?" Wen Yuan looked up, somewhat puzzled. "How?"

“Starting tomorrow night, Teacher Yin Su and I will be setting up a stall,” Bo Bing paused, then frowned. “Teacher…would you be willing to come with me to set up a stall?”

"Hmm? You sell fried rice?" Yin Su smiled. "Of course."

"what?"

It wasn't just the three of them; the comments section was also buzzing with surprise and disbelief. Was the movie star going to sell fried rice?

Wen Yuan frowned. "What about kitchen utensils and ingredients? Do we need to buy them? We probably don't have enough money."

“No need, we can use the production team’s kitchenware,” Yin Su now understood Bo Bing’s plan. “The production team said that as long as it’s not prohibited, we can use whatever we need. We can use whatever we have on hand.”

“That’s right,” Bo Bing drew a line on the paper. “Zhao Yang, you and Teacher Yin Su should pick up the children when it’s time and bring them to the dormitory to get familiar with it first.”

"Wen Yuan, you go with Jiang Wenqing to check out the nearby vegetable markets. I'll leave the grocery shopping to you," Bo Bing wrote down the time. "Generally, we should buy the vegetables before the market closes."

“I know that vegetables are cheaper at this time of year, so try to buy cheap and large quantities of vegetables,” Jiang Wenqing replied naturally. “I’ll take your sweaters with me; Wenyuan and I can wear them to the market to buy vegetables and get a better price.”

Yin Su smiled helplessly.

"Are you saying my clothes are shabby?" Bo Bing shook her head and sighed, "A child doesn't despise its mother for being ugly, and a dog doesn't despise its home for being poor... I'm heartbroken..."

“Let’s get down to business, stop joking,” Jiang Wenqing said, getting back to the point. “Alright, you’re acting like an old woman. I’ll remember to bargain. Do you still want those rotten vegetable leaves from the market?”

"Jiang Wenqing, we... we're not that poor yet, so there's no need for rotten vegetable leaves..."

Thin ice remained silent.

The comments section was already bursting with laughter.

"What are you planning to do?" Yin Su asked.

"I'll go check out the surrounding area and see what's going on," Bo Bing said without changing his expression. "Don't worry about saving me dinner tonight; I bet I can find something to eat on the go."

The three of them were somewhat worried.

Only Yin Su guessed what he was planning to do.

The initial capital for selling fried noodles also needs to be accumulated, and as for how the young man plans to accumulate it... Yin Su will wait and see.

This trip to the show was quite interesting, and Yin Su didn't find it boring at all.

This young man was as mysterious as if he were shrouded in a black mist. Yin Su recalled the information he had collected: Bo Bing was described by his neighbors, relatives and classmates as an obedient, sensible, submissive and kind-hearted child.

These words definitely didn't refer to the young man next to him, Yin Su thought. The result of testing the young man was that the other party really did know basic boxing dodging.

The guy in the file has never taken a single boxing class, nor has he ever been a "shamate" youth.

Could it be the Ice Age's doing?

Yin Su watched the young man's departing figure with a meaningful look.

So curious.