novelraw Chapter 672 I want to make money, but I miss you even more.
Chapter 672 I want to make money, but I miss you even more.
Jiang Yang looked down at Yang Chaoyue's hands that were wrapped around his waist.
Very white.
The finger joints are distinct, and the fingertips are rounded.
The nails are trimmed neatly.
Warm palms enveloped his waist.
Full of dependence and intimacy.
He raised his hand and gently touched it, his fingertips resting on the back of Yang Chaoyue's hand. As soon as he grasped it, he felt Yang Chaoyue's arm tighten, pulling him closer.
She pressed her head against his shoulder again, her warm breath brushing against his neck.
Clingy and affectionate.
Jiang Yang asked softly, "Do you want to make more money, or do you miss me more?"
"I want to make money, but I miss you even more."
Yang Chaoyue gave Jiang Yang a quick kiss on the neck: "My brain isn't working very well, so don't try to explain these complicated things to me. I don't understand them and I can't remember them."
He paused for a moment.
She shook Jiang Yang's waist: "Turn around and hug me. It's no fun talking to the back of your head all the time."
“MaiMai could come over at any time. If she sees us, she’ll make a scene again.”
"Will not."
Yang Chaoyue said confidently, "When I came, I brought her a copy of 'A Shuai'. She likes to read this. As long as she has comics to read, she can stay quietly for half a day. Mai Mai is very easy to coax. She likes to read these funny comics."
Is Mai Mai easy to please?
Easy to coax my foot.
I had a little argument with him at the airport earlier.
Jiang Yang turned around and gently ruffled Yang Chaoyue's hair.
After chatting for a few minutes, I walked to the window and reached out to pull the curtains.
It was afternoon, and the sunlight was warm but not harsh.
You can see the Yancheng TV Tower from a distance; the tower stands tall and imposing. Nearby are rows of residential buildings.
White walls and red tiles, arranged in a pleasing, staggered pattern.
There is a tree-lined path downstairs.
His company is located in a startup park not far away.
The park's sign is faintly visible, and it's only a ten-minute drive from the hotel.
Just as I finished drawing the curtains, I heard Yang Chaoyue say with a laugh, "And I brought a cat with me. I won't let Mai Mai see it, but I'll show it to you."
"where?"
Jiang Yang remembered that Yang Chaoyue came in with only a canvas bag and nothing else.
"It's in my bag."
Yang Chaoyue walked quickly to Jiang Yang and handed him the bag: "Take a look for yourself."
Jiang Yang glanced into the canvas bag.
Phone charger, hair clip, makeup remover pads, hand cream.
What caught Jiang Yang's attention was the value-added tax invoice inside.
The shoe manufacturer's name, taxpayer identification number, address, and telephone number are clearly printed on it.
The name Yang Chaoyue was listed as the buyer.
The shoes had already been delivered to the school, and the principal signed a receipt. Yang Chaoyue then transferred the full amount of the payment to the manufacturer.
Jiang Yang glanced at the package and immediately understood that Chao Yue had finished the task of donating shoes to the primary school in her sister's village.
At first, Yang Chaoyue would always ask him a lot of related precautions.
For example, choosing what kind of shoes are more suitable for primary school students in the village.
It needs to be durable, lightweight, and fit well.
What details should you pay attention to when communicating with manufacturers to avoid being ripped off?
The quality of the shoes, whether the size is standard, and whether the delivery time can be guaranteed.
When making donations, should we coordinate with the principal to ensure that the shoes are delivered accurately to each child?
When transferring money to the manufacturer, should we follow the proper procedures and keep the transfer receipts?
They might even ask him if donating so many shoes would be too ostentatious and cause trouble for the school.
Every detail was checked repeatedly, for fear of any oversight.
I stopped worrying about these things after that, and I figured I had already mastered them on my own.
"Brother Yang, let me tell you, I didn't get into university, but I became a teacher. I became a teacher at the elementary school in my sister's village. I taught one class."
Yang Chaoyue gets particularly excited when this topic comes up.
That happened last month.
The first batch of shoes had just been delivered to the school.
On the mottled walls of the classroom, there are crooked suns and small flowers drawn by some student.
The ceiling fan on the roof was turning slowly.
The desks and chairs were all old, with dense scratches on the tabletops, and some chair legs needed to be padded with books to keep them stable.
The students were overjoyed, crowding around the shoe box and craning their necks to peek inside.
Yang Chaoyue still remembers the little girl with braids at the front touching her brand-new shoes.
In the back row, there was a quiet little girl with a low ponytail, wearing her older sister's hand-me-down trousers. She cautiously touched the tips of her shoes, then quickly withdrew them.
His eyes were full of joy.
The smiles on the children's faces were pure and radiant.
The principal said he wanted her to substitute for one class.
She was very nervous.
He hadn't read many books himself, dropping out of junior high and not even finishing high school, so how could he know anything about teaching students? He called it teaching, but it was really just sitting and chatting with the children.
Yang Chaoyue pulled over a stool from the podium, sat in the middle of the classroom, and told them interesting stories from the film crew.
The little girl with braided pigtails raised her hand and asked in a clear voice, "Teacher Yang, is filming fun? Do you know a lot of big stars?"
A chubby-cheeked little boy next to him came over, looking up with a face full of curiosity: "Yeah, yeah, Teacher Yang, can we see the movies you're filming?"
The quiet girl in the back row raised her chin, her eyes full of expectation, but she was too shy to speak.
She heard her younger sister call out to her with a proud look on her face: "Sister, tell me, tell me!"
This is the primary school in the village next to my hometown.
Looking at each face, he didn't recognize anyone except his own sister.
Yet it all felt like it was me.
Knowing how they grew up, we can imagine what their future will be like.
Yang Chaoyue laughed and said, "Filming can be tiring sometimes, but you can see different scenery. However, my sister didn't go to university. I've heard from others that university life is very exciting, with a big playground, a library full of books, and classmates to study with. When you grow up, go to university for me and see it, okay?"
"it is good!"
The children shouted in unison.
The little girl with braided pigtails shook her head and said, "Teacher Yang, I'm sure I'll get into university. I'll take a picture and show it to you then!"
The chubby-cheeked little boy exclaimed happily, "I want to go too! I want to get into the best university!"
The quiet little girl nodded gently and whispered, "I won't drop out of school."
Looking at the children's excited faces, Yang Chaoyue felt a warmth in his heart and asked with a smile, "So, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I want to be an actor!"
The first to speak was the little boy in the middle wearing a tracksuit.
Her hair was a little messy.
With bright eyes, she struck a pose, mimicking an actor on TV: "I want to be like Teacher Yang, to act in many dramas, so that my parents can see me!"
Yang Chaoyue smiled and ruffled his hair: "Being an actor is great, some actors get paid really high salaries."
"I want to be a singer!"
A little girl with pigtails and wearing a dress raised her hand and spoke.
The hem of her skirt was worn and dirty, but her voice was clear: "I love to sing!"
"Singers are good too."
Yang Chaoyue responded with a smile: "You can make a lot of money by holding a concert."
In the corner, a thin, small boy slowly raised his hand.
With a hint of shyness on her face and a soft, low voice, she said, "I want to be a doctor."
Yang Chaoyue looked over with a smile: "Want to be a doctor? How much money do you want to earn?"
The little boy shook his head: "I don't know."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "I just want to save more people and make them feel better. My mother died of illness. She couldn't eat and was in a lot of pain."
Upon hearing this...
Yang Chaoyue was taken aback.
The smile on his face froze.
It felt like something had tugged at my heart.
A wave of self-reproach washed over me.
Suddenly, I realized that she always habitually viewed children's pure dreams from a financial perspective.
The little boy who said he wanted to be an actor might not be interested in the high earnings of actors, but rather in the desire to be seen. The little girl who said she wanted to be a singer might not even understand how much money she could make from holding a concert, but simply loved singing.
Yang Chaoyue suddenly remembered that he had also had such pure thoughts when he was a child.
Later, her parents divorced, and she dropped out of school to work, struggling in society for several years.
I don't know how or when it started, but I just wanted to make money and save money.
Only money can give her a sense of security.
And it will continue to be so in the future.
Knowing that she can't remember any of her childhood dreams, she will still value money highly from now on.
She took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness in her heart, and smiled again. Looking at the chattering students in front of her, she said earnestly, "So, you must study hard and work hard to realize your dreams. If you get into university and your family can't afford it, come to my house. As long as I can still earn money, I will pay your tuition."
"Wow! That's great! Thank you, Teacher Yang!"
The children cheered.
They had no idea what it meant for Yang Chaoyue to pay their university tuition.
I simply know that there is still a chance to see Yang Chaoyue.
Yang Chaoyue would teach them, telling them fun and interesting stories.
They will also be given good quality shoes, so they no longer have to wear rubber shoes that are easy to break and hurt their feet.
Amidst the noise.
She overheard a child ask her, "Teacher Yang, I told my parents you're an actress, and they asked me which TV dramas you've starred in. I want to tell them so they can watch your shows too."
"The lead actor?"
Yang Chaoyue was speechless for a moment.
I can't explain it.
Because she hasn't starred in a single TV series yet.
They're all supporting characters.
He has more screen time in *Fighter of the Destiny*, but even less in *A Little Reunion*.
She composed herself and said, "When I have a leading role in a TV series, I'll come to school to tell you as soon as possible. And if your grades improve, you must tell me too, okay?"
"it is good!"
The children responded in unison again.
After discussing these things, she talked to the children about Jiang Yang: "Do you know? My boss is really awesome. His name is Jiang Yang. He got into Tsinghua and Peking University. The admissions offices even approached him, but he didn't want to go. Later, he went to Beijing Film Academy, where he is also very outstanding. He's going to produce a web series when school starts, and the school is fully funding it."
After I finished explaining, I realized that the children were all confused.
His eyes were full of doubt.
She then realized that she had gone too far with her explanation; the village's elementary school students had no idea what Tsinghua or Peking University were or what web dramas were all about.
Yang Chaoyue took out his phone and played the song composed by Jiang Yang for the children to listen to.
They played "The Wind Rises" first.
They also played "Rose Boy" and "Starry Sea".
The children's eyes lit up, and they all perked up their ears, listening intently.
As soon as the song "Calories" started playing, the whole class began humming along: "Burn my calories!"
Listening to them recite the lyrics in broken Mandarin, Yang Chaoyue subconsciously wanted to correct their pronunciation, just like Jiang Yang had taught her.
But then I thought better of it.
She could clearly feel that the children were genuinely happy, and this pure joy was so rare.
She didn't know how many of these children would be able to finish their studies smoothly, and perhaps many would drop out of school like her, so at this moment, she didn't want to interrupt this joy.
now.
The warmth of the children from my hometown primary school lingered in my heart while I was in the hotel room.
Yang Chaoyue tentatively looked at Jiang Yang: "Brother Yang, I promised the students at my sister's village primary school that I'd let them meet you..."
"They're all kids, I can't get along with them." Before Yang Chaoyue could finish speaking, Jiang Yang gently interrupted him.
Upon hearing this...
Yang Chaoyue was stunned.
The expectation on their faces faded.
She pursed her lips slightly and said softly, "Okay, sorry Yang-ge, I didn't discuss it with you."
She silently blamed herself, realizing that she had indeed been too selfish.
The expectations of those students, and the affection between her and the children, should certainly not be imposed on Jiang Yang.
She was in a hurry and didn't think things through before agreeing on his behalf.
Jiang Yang continued, "We'll bring Mai Mai along. She's a child too, and she'll get along well with the other kids."
The words fell.
Yang Chaoyue raised his head, his eyes regaining their light.
The disappointment on his face vanished instantly.
Nodding vigorously, he exclaimed excitedly, "I knew it! I knew it!"
"Didn't you say you had a cat in your bag? Where's the cat?"
"Here."
As Yang Chaoyue spoke, he took out the cat ear hair clip from his bag and put it on his head.
Its ears are pointed and have tiny pom-poms.
Then he raised his right hand, slightly curled his fingers, and made a cat-like paw gesture, mimicking a cat's gesture: "Meow~"
He froze as soon as he finished shouting.
Because Jiang Yang's legs were bent, his knees together, his right hand raised, and his fingertips slightly bent.
I'll learn from her.
Even more natural and graceful than his movement, she also called out, "Meow~"
"Yang-ge, are you being horny?" Yang Chaoyue laughed, reaching out to poke Jiang Yang's arm: "Why are you copying me!"
Jiang Yang straightened up and laughed, "You were the one who got a fever first, Yang Chao."
"What nonsense are you talking about? My brain isn't working properly, I can't understand what you're saying."
The voice just fell.
Jiang Yang's phone beeped with a message notification.
When I unlocked my screen, I saw a message in the "Fighter of the Destiny" cast group chat.
Zhong Shujia tagged the entire cast: ["Dear actors, I'd like to let you all know that 'Fighter of the Destiny' officially premieres tonight at 8 PM. Could you please post a Weibo message to help promote it before the premiere? Thank you all for your hard work."]
Immediately afterwards, I received a private voice message from Zhong Shujia: [“Xiao Jiang, check the crew group chat. Nobody replied to me. It’s so awkward. Please reply to me, give me some face.”]
Zhong Shujia's Cantonese accent hasn't changed at all.
Jiang Yang sent a voice message: "[Old Zhong, speak Mandarin.]"
[“I’m a director, not an actor. You should just mind your own business with your artists. Why are you interfering with me? You little brat, you’re such a pain.”] Zhong Shujia sent a message.
Immediately afterward, Yang Chaoyue received a voice message from Zhong Shujia on his phone: [“Chaoyue, reply to the crew group message. Oh, and remember to remind Xiao Jiang to mention ‘Fighter of the Destiny’ a few more times on variety shows. Please, please! He just asked me to speak Mandarin, and I clearly did speak Mandarin!”]
Open the film crew group chat.
Seeing Lu Han send an OK gesture: [“Chen Changsheng received.”]
Gulnazar chimed in: [“Xu Yourong received this. Don’t worry, Director. I’ll keep an eye on Jiang Yang. If he doesn’t post anything on Weibo to promote it, I’ll go find him and steal his stuff.”]
Zeng Shunxi sent a message: [“Tang Thirty-Six received. Okay, director, that's fast! It's being released earlier.”]
Zeng Zhiwei chimed in with a voice message, speaking in the same Hong Kong accent as Zhong Shujia, his voice hoarse: [“Received Ji Daoren, no problem at all. I don’t know if mainland netizens will like my portrayal of Ji Daoren, but if you ever come to Hong Kong, come find me. Let’s keep in touch, collaborate more, and I wish you great ratings! Hahahaha…”]
Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [“Mo Yu received it and is editing the Weibo post.”]
Liu Haochun sent a voice message: ["Haochun received this, I'll edit the Weibo post in a bit."]
In the background, there's a notification sound indicating your order is about to expire; you might not hear it unless you listen carefully.
Tian Xiwei sent a message: [“Nan Ke received, Hao Chun, pay attention to formation.”]
Liu Haochun retracted the message he had just sent.
Retyped: [“Received, Little Black Dragon. Will edit the Weibo post in a bit. Little Black Dragon has really gotten a tan these past few days.”]
Yang Chaoyue opened Weibo and edited the content.
I first selected a still from the set and uploaded it.
In the photo, she is wearing Mo Yu's costume.
She wore a moon-white fitted outfit with a waist belt, the collar embroidered with fine silver patterns, and a dark belt tied around her waist with long tassels hanging down.
The skirt was embroidered with subtle patterns, neat and lively, which accentuated her tall and straight figure.
One hand holds a half-full cup of milk tea, while the other hand firmly grips a long sword.
The blade was stained with dark red prop blood.
That was food-grade paint specially mixed by the production team, mixed with a small amount of syrup, and brushed onto the blade. It had a very high degree of realism and was splashed on during the filming of action scenes.
Behind them was a bustling film set.
Two large cameras can be clearly seen not far away, with their lenses pointed at the filming area.
There were staff members holding reflectors nearby, and several boxes containing props were piled up in the corner.
Yang Chaoyue smiled sweetly at the camera, her eyes crinkling.
The stills have been uploaded.
Yang Chaoyue tapped his fingers on the screen, slowly editing the text.
My mind isn't quick, so I think and write simultaneously, each word revealing my true feelings:
[Actually, I've been wanting to say something to everyone. After the last episode of "Mars Intelligence Agency" aired, I saw a lot of comments. Some people said I was materialistic, that all my proposals were related to money. Others said I was materialistic but didn't understand it, that my claim that 10,000 yuan could change one's fate was too naive, and that at least 1 million yuan would be needed.]
But I really think 10,000 yuan is enough.
During my most difficult time, 10,000 yuan could solve my basic needs, give me the opportunity to learn new skills, help me get back on my feet, earn more money, and live a better life.
After buying a used car worth tens of thousands of yuan, one starts eyeing a new car worth hundreds of thousands of yuan. After buying a new car, one envies other people's luxury cars. Seeing others driving Mercedes-Benz, one wants to buy a Porsche worth over a million yuan.
After buying a small apartment, I wanted to upgrade to a large single-level house; after upgrading to a large single-level house, I longed for a villa.
I used to think that the more you had, the happier you would be.
I've discovered that the more I pursue something, the less satisfied and unhappy I become.
There was a time when I was like that, and I later realized that it was my deep-seated inferiority complex that made me want to fill the void in my heart with material things.
I still don't own a car, and my house is my old house in my rural hometown. I just let life take its course.
But I am content and happy.
I don't need a high salary, nor do I need to become a famous star. It's enough for me to be able to make my family live a stable life through my own efforts, to have Yang Ge by my side, and to be able to do what I like.
Because I finally understand that when contentment overcomes inferiority, happiness will permeate one's life.
I am Yang Chaoyue, and also Mo Yu from "Fighter of the Destiny". "Fighter of the Destiny" officially premieres tonight at 8 PM. See you there! #FighteroftheDestiny# (End of Chapter)