Chasing the dream of showbiz
In the garage, Lu Xinyang leaned against the wall with his arms folded. He was very satisfied with today's audition, but there were some parts he didn't seem to understand. "Um, Teacher Wen just said he knew Brother Chen... What did he know? What did Brother Chen ask us to prepare?"
Tang Lin was busy tinkering with the young master's beloved car. Without even turning around, he said, "It's all marketing hype, but don't worry about it. Sister Chang knows what's going on. All you have to do is post selfies on Weibo."
Lu Xinyang immediately raised his phone and took several photos.
Tang Lin: "...I'm not asking you to shoot now."
Lu Xinyang immediately put down his phone: "When should it be?"
"At least let's go home first. The light here is bad." Tang Lin pulled out a supercar that had been gathering dust for half a year from the garage and opened the door with a dramatic air. "Come on, boss, please come in."
"I don't need your treat," Lu Xinyang pulled him away and slammed his butt into the driver's seat, "I drive my own car."
The several cars he used to drive were parked at Lao Lu's house, but because he wanted to pursue his dream in the entertainment industry and was unwilling to go home to inherit the family business, his mother locked up all his cars in anger. He had no choice but to let Tang Lin drive his father's commercial vehicle over and then personally take home this supercar that had been neglected for half a year.
"I'm now a serious celebrity trying to make a name for myself. If my mom still refuses to leave this car to me, then I'll..." Grasping the familiar steering wheel, Lu Xinyang felt himself standing up again, ready to speak harshly, "I'll..."
Tang Lin sent Chang Xue the details of today's audition while skillfully playing the supporting role: "So what?"
Lu Xinyang fastened his seatbelt and said, "Just jump into my mom's safe and die with her face mask."
"..." Tang Lin counted on his fingers and found that Lu Xinyang's mother had several safes used to store facial masks. He had to ask Young Master Lu which one he planned to jump into so that he could clean it first and then put a pair of newly bought woolen slippers in place.
Before he could ask, Chang Xue's reply came first.
The message notification sounded, and Lu Xinyang tilted his head to take a look. "Is it Sister Chang? What did she say? Is she asking me to shoot a promotional advertisement for an international brand?"
"No, no big brand wants to promote you right now," Tang Lin said without looking up, having long since become immune to his overwhelming confidence. "Sister Chang sent you a message to remind you to always remember your persona."
Since the inspirational path of an ordinary boy could not be followed, Chang Xue simply jumped from one extreme to another, giving him the persona of a "rich second generation with a mysterious background" and using the curiosity of netizens to attract attention.
"What? Personality?" The topic reached a point he didn't understand. Lu Xinyang blinked, "What is that?"
Tang Lin simplifies it: "Today's celebrities all have a persona, which is the image and personality they present to the outside world. In short, you have to remember that your persona is that your family is rich and you can buy whatever you want."
"What's there to remember?" Lu Xinyang said, bewildered. "That's who I am!"
Tang Lin: “…”
Yes, this is a character setting for others, but for Lu Xinyang, it is completely his daily routine!
Oops, my heart suddenly feels a little uncomfortable.
"Anyway...anyway, just remember it," he said, looking sourly at the villas outside the window that he might never be able to afford in his lifetime, a sense of desolation welling up in his heart. "Let's go, let's go. Mr. Lu is waiting for you to come home for dinner."
"Okay, let them take advantage of me first. Once I become famous, they won't be able to call me home for dinner. We big stars are very busy. We have to fight at least two people!" Lu Xinyang was already inflated before he became famous. He raised his chin, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out at lightning speed.
When I returned home, Lu Huaicheng, who had just celebrated his 53rd birthday, was sitting on the sofa, wearing reading glasses and concentrating on studying a stack of bound materials.
Seeing Mr. Lu still working diligently after get off work, Tang Lin felt much better.
Rich people's money doesn't come from the wind. Although his father is not as capable as Mr. Lu, if he works hard, maybe he can become a first-generation rich man like Mr. Lu!
Tang Lin cheered himself up in his heart.
Then Lu Xinyang came over, swung his car keys, and asked, "Dad, what are you looking at?"
Lu Huaicheng put down the information and said, "It's about two men kissing and dating... What do you call it? Oh, danmei novels."
Tang Lin: “…………”
Haha, it’s better not to use this useless air pump.
"You actually read BL novels?" Lu Xinyang approached with great interest. "What's the title of the book?"
"Sexy."
"Isn't that the book I starred in?" Lu Xinyang took it and flipped through a few pages. He quite liked the layout of the large ink-combed characters. "I was reading it on my phone at the time and had forgotten I could buy the physical book."
"I heard the book hasn't been printed yet. I don't like the words in it and it's hard to read on my phone, so I asked Xiao Li to print a copy for me," Lu Huaicheng patted the sofa, motioning him to sit over. "Do you really want to act in this? I can't even understand the book, so why do so many of you like it?"
"It's well-written," Lu Xinyang sat down next to Lu Huaicheng, picked up a page at random and continued reading with relish, "I used to stay up late at night, and this is the first time I've been so enthusiastic about reading a book. Oh, and I even met the author today. He looks as good as he writes!"
When learning that Lu Xinyang had decided to enter the entertainment industry, Tang Lin jokingly suggested that he could film a BL drama, and also sent him the electronic versions of several novels that Zhuo Xing had purchased the copyrights for.
He knew that Lu Xinyang didn't like reading novels, and had never read any BL novels. He had just said it casually, but who would have thought that Lu Xinyang would actually click on them one by one and finally chose "Trapped in Color".
Regarding his son's desire to become a big star and film a BL TV series, his biological father Lu Huaicheng's attitude is "whatever you want", but his biological mother Liu Qingzhi is very opposed to it. She not only stopped Lu Xinyang's card, but also locked his beloved car with her own hands.
Precisely because of the lack of money and the fact that the boss and his wife could not agree, the Lu family's hotel did not dare to make room for the young master. Lu Xinyang had no choice but to move out his own villa for the creative team to stay temporarily.
"Since you like it, then go ahead and act," Lu Huaicheng patted his son's shoulder, his tone very casual, "Let the producer arrange these things, don't worry about it. You are such a grown-up, but you are still messing around. You should have booked a hotel for them, why did you put them in your room?"
"I don't have any other place to stay, right? Now that you've agreed, you can't go back on your word! I want to live in Yuntu!" Lu Xinyang happily fell onto the sofa, stretching his arms and stroking them a few times. "I love Yuntu's swimming pool the most!"
Lu Huaicheng nodded in a very stylish manner, but he spoke as if he was bragging: "No problem, I will ask Yuntu to close down directly and only entertain our big star."
"Thank you, Dad! You're so nice!" Lu Xinyang happily turned over and lay on the sofa to brag with his father. "When I win the Best Actor award, I will tell the national audience to thank my dad, Lu Huaicheng. Without my dad, there would be no me!"
"Look at you," Lu Huaicheng pushed him on the head, "Dad agrees, but your mom hasn't agreed yet. What are you going to do?"
"I tried to comfort her," Lu Xinyang said. "I brought her tea and gave her a foot bath and a facial mask. I don't believe she could still be so cruel to me."
Lu Huaicheng took off his reading glasses and thought carefully: "Did I lose out? Then I regret it..."
"Don't go back on your word! I'll also help you put on a facial mask!" Lu Xinyang immediately reached into Lu Huaicheng's teacup and grabbed a handful of green tea essence and smeared it on his father's face.
Lu Huaicheng dodged his clutches and poured out the remaining half cup of tea with a smile: "Go away, don't come and harm my things!"
"Hey, I'm going to mess around in the kitchen. I'm starving." He stood up and his phone rang. He answered it while walking: "Hello?"
Chang Xue's voice came from the microphone: "Xiaolu, do you use your Weibo account yourself or let your team manage it?"
Lu Xinyang said without thinking: "Of course I will do it myself."
"Okay, then you should be more careful. You can't just post whatever you want. You have to maintain your image," Chang Xue said. "You can post more photos of your daily life and selfies recently. I'll buy you traffic. When the crew officially announces it, remember to repost it on Weibo. If you're unsure about anything, just ask me."
Lu Xinyang agreed. After hanging up the phone, he opened his new Weibo and began to think about how to maintain his image.
This was a completely new and difficult field for him.
The road to becoming a future superstar begins with this first Weibo post!
Lu Xinyang thought about the character Chang Xue had arranged for him, then took a selfie with confidence while holding a bowl of leftovers he had just taken out of the refrigerator.
…
Ji Rongyu sat at the table and yawned loudly at the tofu fish soup, oyster sauce lettuce and braised pork on the table.
He rubbed his eyes and stood up. Just as he was about to go out to find his grandfather, he heard the sound of someone taking out keys at the door.
He sat back down again: "You still remember to come back?"
"Hey, why are you waiting for me at home? Have you finished your work?" Grandpa slowly moved in and handed him a few peanut cookies with a smile, "You finally made it in time. Come, have some wedding candy."
"What wedding candy?" Ji Rongyu took it and stuffed it into his pocket. "Don't say that outside."
"Why not? I'll say it even if I'm outside."
Ji Rongyu glared at him helplessly.
He hurriedly bought some groceries today and forgot to tell his grandfather that he had gotten off work. When he got home and found no one in the house, he didn't care much and just thought that Ji Guanghui had gone out for a walk with his old friends.
But when dinner was ready, he still didn't see anyone. He went out to ask and found out that the old man surnamed Liu who lived in the building next door had passed away, and his son had booked several tables in the hotel that he hated the most during his lifetime.
But how could there be wedding candy at a funeral banquet? Grandpa must have bought it himself on the road.
"That's a good thing," Ji Guanghui said with a look of ignorance. "You young people don't know that when someone is so sick, he just wants to die right away."
As he spoke, he threw a piece of peanut crisp into his mouth: "So to celebrate, I specially bought him some peanut crisps that he couldn't finish. Hehe, I helped him eat more."
"Don't give me that! Do you still think you're sixty-eight? I haven't even seen you eat the calcium tablets I bought you, yet you're still eating candy and peanut cookies... one piece a day at most, and only after meals." Ji Rongyu snatched the candy from his hand, turned around, and touched the food. It had already gone cold. "I'll take it back and heat it up."
Ji Guanghui picked up a piece of tofu and put it in his mouth. "Well, I didn't eat anything at the banquet. The food there wasn't good, and it was expensive. It wasn't as good as yours. You've finished your job there, right? Then you can go to the hotel and ask if they'll hire you. I support you in squeezing out the old chef."
"It's just over for now. I'll be busy later," Ji Rongyu emphasized. "By then, I won't even be available to be the cook at home. Have you ever thought about what you'll do at home? Do you want me to hire someone to cook for you?"
"Do you really think I can't even cook? Don't waste that money."
Ji Rongyu clicked his tongue. He knew that the old man was in good health, but he was still worried.
His parents passed away when he was still in elementary school. It was his grandfather who sold his house in his hometown and moved to the city, where he raised him all by himself.
The grandparents and grandchildren live in this two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment of less than 100 square meters. When they have money, they go out to eat delicious food. When they don’t have money, they stroll around the street and enjoy the breeze. They live a happy life. Their goal in life is to be content with whatever happens.
Because he had no material needs, Ji Rongyu was not very motivated. From attending university to looking for a job, he chose a place close to home. Even after graduating for several years, he was still earning the same salary. In addition, the two of them were generous with their money, so he was never able to save any money.
Life was originally pretty good like this, but not long ago, when Ji Guanghui and his neighbor Old Man Ke went out to play cards, they were knocked to the ground by some impulsive young people. Ji Guanghui only had a skin break, but Old Man Ke was directly sent to the ICU.
As soon as Ji Rongyu received the copyright fee, he sent it to the hospital to lend to the old man for emergency use. It was at this time that he suddenly became nervous, thinking that his grandfather's age seemed to have increased all of a sudden, and he should keep some emergency funds as a backup and could no longer take money lightly.
So he set three new life goals for himself overnight: making money, saving money, and never borrowing money from others.
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