Chapter 592
After just a few exchanges, the conversation over there became more and more unbearable to listen to. The camera man had already blatantly put his hand on Linda's shoulder. The girl's body was obviously stiffened for a moment, but she didn't dare to dodge, and her hands were tightly grasping the hem of her skirt.
"Linda, if you want to make it in this industry, acting skills alone are not enough."
The cameraman leaned close to the girl's ear and deliberately raised his voice, "You have to learn how to handle things. This is the rule of the trade. Otherwise, you'll just be an employee here and get paid a fixed salary."
Seeing this, the man drinking the wine quickly chimed in: "Right, right, right, Teacher Jiahui is absolutely right! Linda, why don't you thank the teacher for his guidance?"
Linda lowered her head and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Thank you...thank you teacher..."
Su Yuanzheng frowned as he listened to these conversations, and subconsciously pulled his daughter behind him with his rough hands, fearing that she would be contaminated.
He angrily said, "What a mess! That girl doesn't look much older than you. Why is she hanging out with someone like that? You better be careful."
"Dad, I seem to have seen her somewhere..." Su Miao tried hard to recall.
"Oh no! This is a million miles away from Yongcheng and Beijing, how could we have seen them before? Didn't you say they looked like they were taken for a magazine shoot? Maybe we saw them in a magazine. Stop watching the fun and let's go."
Su Yuanzheng waved his hand disapprovingly and was about to leave with his daughter.
Su Miao followed his father and walked forward a few steps. He couldn't help but look back. It happened that the girl looked up and their eyes met.
The girl was stunned, a trace of embarrassment and resentment flashed in her eyes, and Su Miao suddenly remembered her.
Zhenzhen, who originally served as a model for Uncle Si, broke the contract and went to Shanghai to develop her career.
I haven't seen her for a long time. She has changed, but also hasn't changed.
What changes is the appearance and temperament, but what remains unchanged is the drive to climb up.
After a glance, Zhenzhen was pulled away by the camera man and the wine man.
Su Miao turned around and told his father about Zhenzhen. Su Yuanzheng was also shocked:
"Huh? Since her parents brought her to Shanghai, why isn't she with them? It's not safe for such a young girl to be with two men so late at night."
Su Miao shook her head. "I'm not sure about that. From what they just said, I think she signed with a company and wants to develop in Hong Kong. One of the men looks like her agent."
"Agent, this is the first time I've heard of this term. Also, an assistant who takes care of her? Then I think this is incompetent and fails to protect her."
"The model of the Hong Kong film and television industry is completely different from that of the mainland. The waters are very deep, but the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish. It all depends on personal choice and luck."
Su Yuanzheng said thoughtfully: "Miaomiao, do you think Zhenzhen... was deceived?"
Su Miao sighed softly: "Dad, everyone has their own choices. Since Zhenzhen has chosen this path, she must have made mental preparations."
Su Yuanzheng shook his head and said, "But she's just a little girl. I don't know if her parents know about this..."
He also sighed and said, "Forget it, we can't say too much about other people's affairs. Let's go eat wontons. This Western fast food is making my mouth feel greasy. I need some hot soup to wash it down."
The father and daughter began to walk towards the hotel. In the night, the neon lights of Shanghai were flashing and the traffic was bustling.
Fei Xiang's singing voice came from the roadside audio-visual store, interweaving with the hawking of street vendors, playing a symphony unique to this era.
The father and daughter came to the wonton stall opposite the hotel. Apart from the boiler, there were several small wooden tables and chairs, which served as a late-night canteen for some people.
The stall owner was an old man with graying hair. He was wrapping wontons skillfully, his movements so fast that it was dazzling.
"What would you like to eat? We have dishes stuffed with fresh meat and shepherd's purse." The old man looked up and greeted them with a kind smile on his face.
Since his stall was right in front of the hotel, most of the customers were tourists, so he asked in Mandarin.
Although he had a strong accent, she could still understand him better than the local dialect that confused Su Miao.
"Boss, we want a bowl of fresh meat and a bowl of shepherd's purse."
The father and daughter sat at the only empty table to wait for their meal. Su Miao turned around and looked at the stall.
The old man pulled electrical wires from the back shop and hung a lamp. The dim light prevented people from eating food from other people's bowls, but it also had a unique hazy charm.
Most of the customers who came to eat wontons were dressed neatly and elegantly. Su Miao couldn't help but smile when she saw them.
People in Shanghai, whether they are residents or tourists, are indeed more particular. In Nanning, people are much more casual when going out for a midnight snack. Sometimes they just put on a coat and long johns and go out.
The stall owner's wife brought two bowls of steaming wontons. Su Miao stirred them gently with a spoon. The soup was clear with green chopped green onions floating on it.
Su Miao scooped up a wonton. The thin dough wrapped around the pink meat filling was crystal clear under the light.
Shanghai wontons are worthy of their reputation for thin skin and tender fillings. Scoop them up with the soup, blow on them, and put them in your mouth. They are sweet and delicious.
Su Yuanzheng took a sip of the soup, breathed a sigh of satisfaction, and said, "This is proper food, much better than that Western fast food."
After filling their stomachs, the father and daughter returned to the hotel to have a good rest tonight as they would set off again tomorrow.
After Su Miao packed his luggage, he took a shower and went to bed.
On the Huangpu River, a cargo ship slowly passed by, whistles blaring.
Pudong on the other side of the river was still a field of farmland and low-rise factories, and even the Oriental Pearl Tower, which would shine throughout the world in the future, had not yet been built.
Even so, Su Miao already felt that she was full of gold coins. Not only her, this dream city had made countless people's dreams come true, but also shattered countless people's ideals.
In her dream, she became a millionaire by relying on the stocks she bought today, and it was a win without any effort. She also made money every time she bought in the bull market.
In the dream, she and her father enjoyed the hospitality of the bank manager, accepted Liu Xu's tears of regret, bought a huge courtyard house and decorated it like a small palace, and happily counted the zeros in the passbook.
In reality, Su Miao was laughing "hehehe" while sleeping, and his saliva even soaked the pillow.
She should be thankful that this is not a school dormitory, otherwise the obscene laughter alone in the middle of the night would scare her roommates.
That night, Su Yuan, who had seen too many neon lights, was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. If his mood was surging when he first saw Tiananmen Square, his mood now was complicated.
Outside the window, the lights of this city that never sleeps are still bright.
The prosperity he saw during the day and the darkness he witnessed at night intertwined in his mind. He remembered what his daughter said and felt that this new era, like the flashing neon lights outside the window, was full of infinite possibilities.
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