Sitting around the large round table were the three of them, Chen Jiaoyun's parents, grandparents, and Jiang Guodong and his wife, childhood friends of the two elders of the Chen family for decades, as well as their son Jiang Chuanshu.
The name Jiang Chuanshu stirred up memories of Yang Yajing's past life. If it was the same person, then this Jiang Chuanshu would be a renowned advertising tycoon in the new millennium.
When Yang Yajing was a teaching assistant, she attended one of his invited lectures and watched his interviews. It's truly an inspiring story of overcoming hardship to achieve success!
Jiang Chuanshu, a college student, aspires to become a great director after graduation and make great movies that will resonate with audiences.
However, he did not have a large amount of capital, and his elders at home felt that his ambition was too unreliable and did not support it.
After borrowing money everywhere to attract investment, he not only failed to make any money after making two lukewarm art films, but also ended up with a mountain of debt that he couldn't pay off.
By chance, he saw that the subway video advertising was seeking partners.
Faced with pressure from investors demanding repayment and the expiration of bank loans, Jiang Chuanshu, on the verge of bankruptcy, had no choice but to shoot commercials.
In the advertising industry, as long as the creative idea is recognized, filming only happens after the money is received. In this way, over two years, relying on advertising income, he finally paid off his debts without keeping a single penny of salary for himself.
He himself gradually fell in love with shooting commercials, especially public service advertisements.
These short creative ideas not only allow his artistic talents to flourish, but also help many people, satisfying his sense of social responsibility that he has stubbornly upheld since childhood.
Even in commercials, he feels it's an honor to help businesses generate revenue because of his team's efforts.
After ten years in the advertising industry, 38-year-old Jiang Chuanshu finally achieved success and firmly established a small empire in the advertising world.
This near-death experience has always inspired Yang Yajing, making her feel that everything will be alright.
Sometimes she would think that if she were an angel, she would definitely go back to the year he graduated and remind him to get on the right path as soon as possible.
As luck would have it, Yang Yajing was reborn, and just as coincidentally, at this birthday hotpot party, she met Jiang Chuanshu, who had not yet graduated from university.
This 23-year-old college senior, brimming with passion for film, is currently planning his first movie.
Yang Yajing really wanted to warn Jiang Chuanshu not to take the wrong path, but she couldn't speak from the perspective of someone who had been through it all. She had to speak from the perspective of a thirteen-year-old child.
"Brother Jiang is going to make a movie?" Yang Yajing seemed very interested. "What kind of movie is it? I'm very curious!"
Jiang Chuanshu's current situation is that he can't stop talking whenever he meets someone he's interested in. It's because he doesn't get approval or comfort from his parents.
He told Yang Yajing that he wanted to make a black-and-white silent film about the experiences of migrant workers who went south after China's reform and opening up.
"How serious!" Yang Yajing pouted. "And it's in black and white, a silent film without any dialogue... Now that color TVs are common, people don't seem to be interested in black and white movies anymore, right?"
“Little sister, this is art! You’ll understand when you grow up!” Jiang Chuanshu insisted on his opinion.
“Art needs a market. Art that no one knows about without a market is just self-admiration and has no value, right?” Yang Yajing said this as if she were reflecting rather than arguing. “Besides, it’s so expensive! I certainly wouldn’t be willing to spend that much…”
"Sigh! You petty capitalist! People are talking about art, why are you calculating money again?" Zhou Pengfei said, both amused and exasperated.
“Artists need to make a living too! Don’t artists need to eat? If I don’t give you a single penny, will you do my designs for free? You little brat!” Yang Yajing spoke much louder to Zhou Pengfei.
Although these words were said to Zhou Pengfei, they were actually meant for Jiang Chuanshu.
"What is this little girl saying? Zhou Pengfei, why do you call her a capitalist?" Jiang Chuanshu would listen very carefully to any comments about his ideals, whether positive or negative.
“Send a message! You don’t know, Jiao Yun’s two friends are really something! They’ve already run a studio for over two years at such a young age!” Chen Baiyun said, a sense of pride emanating from him.
Even though Chen Jiaoyun is his granddaughter, he admires the two of them more.
"You're only in the first year of junior high, right? You're thirteen and you've already opened a studio? Are you from a very wealthy family?" Jiang Chuanshu was somewhat shocked.
"Not at all! They started from scratch. Ya Jing earned so much money that she bought a house for her family!" The old man, Wen Ruoyun, also smiled broadly.
"So impressive?" Jiang Chuanshu was once again impressed by them. It turned out that these two juniors were actually the seniors!
“That guy started his own business and succeeded while he was only in junior high school! Look at you, you’re about to graduate from college and you’re still asking your family for money!” Jiang Guodong scolded his son without any politeness.
"Isn't that because we need funds to start a business?" Jiang Chuanshu refused to admit defeat.
"If they can start from scratch, why can't you?" Jiang Guodong retorted. "You're not even as good as two kids?"
"Dad!" Jiang Chuanshu was somewhat annoyed, but he couldn't find any words to refute it, as there was a living example right in front of him!
"Miss Yang," Jiang's mother, He Xiuyun, who had been smiling silently, finally spoke up, "How did you manage to accumulate your initial capital?"
"Well..." Yang Yajing smiled playfully, her eyes crinkling into crescents, "Didn't Zhou Pengfei say I'm a capitalist? It's just that I've put aside my arrogance, used my skills, and seized every opportunity to make money!"
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