Chapter 61
Being interviewed on TV is a big deal these days. Once you're on TV, you might be recognized wherever you go, which brings both troubles and benefits.
He also had to ask Zhong Miao's opinion. With such a handsome husband like him, what if his wife got jealous and didn't want him to appear on TV?
"Okay, if you have anything else to ask or any concerns you have, you can call the number on the business card."
"OK."
"Then I won't bother you anymore. I'll take my leave first." Liang Nuo stood up and stretched out his right hand.
Pei Ze also extended his right hand. He didn't shake hands with her, but instead showed her the stains on his hand. "No need to shake hands. I just came out of the factory and I'm covered in dust."
"Haha, President Pei is such an interesting person. I've never seen a CEO do any work himself. See you next time."
Pei Ze was wearing work clothes, but he looked quite imposing. Liang Nuo admired him quite a lot.
"Thank you for the compliment. See you next time."
Liang Nuo had a good impression of Pei Ze. Through this meeting, she thought that Pei Ze was a humble, polite, young and promising young entrepreneur.
It’s no wonder Liang Nuo thought this way. It wasn’t easy to be a literary and artistic worker in the late 1980s and early 1990s.
If you ask a successful businessman or factory technician for an interview, you will have to force a smile on your face.
At this time, the workers are the most awesome, especially if they can become managers or something, that is really awesome. Businessmen have money and capital, and they walk with a breeze, so naturally they look down on the small hosts on TV who earn a meager salary.
Some artists who want to perform for factory workers have to go to the factory and beg for a chance to perform.
Nowadays, many people still call literary and artistic workers "actors", which shows no respect at all.
Even someone like Liang Nuo, who has a good family background and a good job, has often encountered people who try to show off to her. As a female host, she has even been forced to drink.
She had never seen anyone as polite and young as Pei Ze, who could finish a conversation in just a few words.
This predicament faced by literary and artistic workers only began to change in the mid-to-late 1990s.
When the situation is reversed, it will be like yesterday I asked you for a performance opportunity but you ignored me, and now you ask me to perform but it is too high for me.
At night, Pei Ze was breathing heavily and whispering in Zhong Miao's ear about the talk show.
Zhong Miao shifted a little further in his arms. "This is a great opportunity. Don't turn it down. It will be very helpful for your company's future client development. Once you appear on a TV show, you'll be labeled as trustworthy, which will greatly increase your success."
Nowadays, those who can appear on TV are all well-known figures. Unlike the stars in the previous life, they are easy to be trusted because they can collapse at any time. What's more, Pei Ze was interviewed as a young entrepreneur.
"Well, wife, aren't you jealous at all?"
"What's there for me to be jealous of?" Zhong Miao didn't understand his train of thought.
"Look, your husband is so handsome, no less than a movie star. He's sure to charm so many young ladies and wives when he appears on TV. So, can you rest assured that I'm busy all day long outside?"
"What's there to worry about? I'm beautiful and talented. If I want to, it won't take me long to charm a bunch of big businessmen. If you can't do it, I'll just find someone else."
"You girl, who are you talking about?" Pei Ze didn't expect her to think this way. Alas, his wife is not jealous at all, but she always makes him feel jealous. How can he be balanced, so he starts to fix her right away.
"I was wrong. You can do it, you can do it. Ah, husband, you are the best. Stop it. I am so tired." Zhong Miao immediately gave in and escaped from the clutches of the devil.
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Early in the morning, Zhong Miao packed up and prepared to go to school to study. After leaving the alley, she went to the garment factory to say hello to her old father. This was what she had to do every day.
The warehouse has not been renovated yet, so Zhong Ming has recently been living in the garment factory. The garment factory has just started to operate, and he has hired four tailors, five interns, and two salesmen.
Some time ago, we negotiated with the textile factory about the supply of raw materials and a few orders. Although the orders are not large, it can be considered a stable development.
Zhong Ming is studying materials and techniques. He plans to make down jackets before winter. Currently, there are no such down jackets on the market. Apart from cotton-padded jackets, there are wool coats and cashmere coats.
In a few years, it will become popular to wear down jackets and mink coats. He has to seize the winter market as soon as possible, as that is a big chunk of the market.
He is very busy, busy with making clothing patterns, finding sources of supply, and down sterilization technologies.
"Dad, it's done already? It looks pretty good." Zhong Miao saw the clothing sample on the mannequin. This was the drawing she had drawn.
"My dear, here you are. Why hasn't your uncle taken you to school recently?"
"I didn't let him send me off. I couldn't get up in the morning and it would delay my work. I can get there in a short walk and it won't be tiring."
"Do you think this dress is well made?"
"It's pretty good, and the workmanship is good." Zhong Miao looked at it carefully and praised.
The father and daughter talked for a while, and then Zhong Miao went to school.
She bought a steamed bun at the breakfast shop and a bottle of soda at the school gate. Recently, she didn't let Pei Ze cook because he went out early and came back late, and he couldn't cook in time for dinner.
Just as she was about to enter the school gate with her breakfast, she heard someone calling her.
"Zhong Miao, wait."
Zhong Miao turned around and saw Wang Yingying.
She hadn't seen any acquaintances for a long time since they last met in the village. Zhou Xiaohui and Li Guodong were very busy, and Li Hongmei was even busier. She didn't even leave the shop.
"What a coincidence."
"Yeah, yeah, I was on my way to the bookstore and just happened to pass by. What a coincidence."
Wang Yingying knew from the gossip in the village that Zhong Miaoshuang was admitted to Qingmei with the highest score, but since it was the holiday, she really didn't expect to run into her.
Wang Yingying looked at the breakfast in Zhong Miao's hand and became interested.
"I haven't eaten yet. Do you have time? Let's eat together." Wang Yingying really wanted to talk to Zhong Miao and learn about his experience in the college entrance exam. Now that she had met him, she certainly couldn't let the opportunity go.
She recently signed up for a tutoring class and realized that textbooks will be updated over time and knowledge will also change. She simply didn't ask Song Xing. He had been in the exam for many years, and maybe the questions were outdated. It would be better to ask Zhong Miao, a candidate who had just taken the college entrance examination.
"Okay, I bought some buns."
"Well, I'll buy two too." Wang Yingying hadn't eaten either.
After Wang Yingying finished buying the buns, Zhong Miao led the way, "Let's go."
Wang Yingying saw Zhong Miao walking straight into the school. "School hasn't started yet, where are we going?"
"My studio."
Wang Yingying was puzzled. Studio? School hasn't even started yet, and Zhong Miao is already in the studio?
After buying some food and chatting while walking, she realized that Zhong Miao had started working in advance. It would be a lie to say she wasn't envious.
Zhong Miao was also surprised. How could she, a supporting character, be so capable? Why couldn't she feel the energy that pushed the plot forward from Wang Yingying?
Could it be that the important supporting characters in the control group are out of the plot, the main plot is gone, and the book is no longer valid?
Normally, if the plot of a novel world collapses, won’t the world collapse?
Her worry didn't last more than three minutes before she figured it out. This novel was based on the perspective of the real world. The years and events in the book all really happened, so the world in the book was the real world.
The real world cannot collapse. The only thing that can collapse is the plot of this novel.
After figuring this out, Zhong Miao felt relieved. She was not traveling through a virtual world, but the real world from decades ago. She and her father were only traveling through that timeline. The world was still the same world and it was impossible to change.
Zhong Miao could feel the change in Wang Yingying's attitude towards her. The last time they met, Wang Yingying had not completely gotten out of the plot.
Before, Zhong Miao, as a supporting character, could not escape the course of events arranged by the plot, let alone Wang Yingying. The plot will have even more control over her and control the direction of her life. What's more, Wang Yingying has no idea that she is a character in the book, making her even more defenseless.
After a brief conversation, Wang Yingying seemed to be more cheerful and energetic, but her competitive nature remained the same.
Zhong Miao suddenly felt enlightened. Although they were characters created by the author, they were also people who existed in the real world and their lives should not be controlled by them.
But it is completely impossible to say that she has a good impression of Wang Yingying all of a sudden. But it is just a small favor and a few words, so she is not so stingy as to do that.
When they arrived at the studio, Zhong Miao brought a chair for Wang Yingying, turned on the electric fan, and ate breakfast while enjoying the fresh air.
When Wang Yingying saw Zhong Miao’s environment, her understanding was refreshed. It turned out that the classrooms in the Academy of Fine Arts were like this.
"Did you draw these?" Wang Yingying pointed to the unfinished works.
"Um."
"Do you usually come here to paint alone every day?"
"I'm not alone. Next door, my instructor is working in the office. Next door, there are two senior students working hard. There are also many people from the sculpture department in front and the printmaking department in the back who haven't gone home. I can't say I'm alone. I can find several people wherever I go."
"How did you learn? Share your experience."
"I read the latest textbooks and buy the latest exercise books. I read the books and then practice exercises, applying the knowledge in the books to the exercises. The more exercises I practice, the better I understand the application of this knowledge."
"No wonder, I was just reading books before and didn't do much practice. When you have a break, can you accompany me to the bookstore and help me pick out some exercise books?"
In Wang Yingying's mind, Zhong Miao helped her last time, and they were already friends. She didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior.
"Why? What good will it do for me to go with you?"
Zhong Miao didn't understand. Regardless of whether it was because of the plot or not, the two of them had always been like water and fire. The last time they met, she was doing a good deed every day. When did Wang Yingying become so shameless?
"I really want to go to college. Can you help me? I'll treat you to lunch at noon."
"I'll write down the title for you, and you can go find it in the bookstore yourself. It's so hot, and I don't want to go out. I don't need your meal."
Zhong Miao found a piece of paper, wrote a few book titles with a pencil, and handed it to her.
"Thanks."
Wang Yingying took the note but didn't leave.
Zhong Miao ignored her, put on an apron and started doing her own work.
Wang Yingying watched her painting with curiosity, only to find that painting was far from as simple as she had imagined. She didn't recognize any of the bottles and jars.
"Why don't you leave?"
"Don't you want to ask what happened after I came home last time?"
"I don't want to." Zhong Miao was really not interested.
"Humph, I have to tell you that the last time I went home..."
Zhong Miao listened incoherently. Wang Yingying really coaxed Song Xing into not giving her the ten yuan from her parents' home. Although her family was not happy about it, they couldn't explain why. How could a son-in-law spend money to support his family?
Wang Yingying used the money saved by her family and had some left over after enrolling her in cram school. Song Xing no longer had much resentment towards her and her family. After all, it was in the interest of their family that his wife got into college. But the money he gave to her family was enough to support his brother-in-law's family. What benefit could it bring to him?
After experiencing this, Song Xing felt that Wang Yingying had become more sensible than before and knew how to consider their family.
"I have to thank you. Without your reminder, things wouldn't be going so smoothly for me."
"Given your condition last time, I was afraid you would faint on the street and be picked up by some hooligans and taken home. If you had been more normal, I would have left you alone."
Now that the plot has disappeared, she doesn't want to get involved in Wang Yingying's family affairs anymore. Whether Wang Yingying changes or not is no longer her business.
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