"It's not a competition, it's a talent show!... Oh, it's almost the same. It can also be understood as a competition. However, you didn't even remember the name you signed up for? Next weekend is the deadline for going to the island, except for you , the other ladies have already reported for duty!"
"Producer Lu spent a huge amount of money to plan our show, and this season is also an international version! The traffic is huge! There are many girls who want to sign up but can't! You have passed the audition, so don't waste it. This is a chance, maybe I’ll become a big star in the future?”
"Besides, 20W is not a small amount for ordinary people!"
On the other end of the phone, the assistant was still chattering, but Jiang Zhiyu closed his eyes slightly and began to think about everything about the original owner in his mind.
After waking up, she had already checked everything of the original owner, including electronic information such as WeChat Moments and Weibo posts, and found no competition contract at all.
I have long heard that scammers are rampant in this era. Could it be some new type of deception?
But the original owner didn't have a penny in his hands, and even had a debt of 250W. Didn't the scammer verify the capital first before committing fraud?
wrong.
If he was really a liar, there seemed to be no need to use such clumsy means to deceive her.
Jiang Zhiyu's eyes narrowed slightly, recalling the wall-full of celebrity posters she saw in the original owner's room not long after she woke up, and she had a faint feeling of bad premonition.
Could it be that this name was really chosen by the original owner himself?
"Hello, hello, Miss Jiang, are you still there?" On the other end of the phone, the assistant was still persuading him diligently.
"I know, thank you." Jiang Zhiyu looked calm and looked at the traffic lights at the intersection as he walked forward. "If the verification is correct, I will go there as soon as possible."
"Okay, okay! Looking forward to meeting you!"
drop--
The red light comes on.
Jiang Zhiyu was forced to stop.
The sound of horns and the unpleasant smell of car exhaust swept over her. She couldn't help but lightly closed her eyes and rubbed her eyebrows slightly.
Jiang Zhiyu had never heard of the talent competition that the girl on the phone was talking about before.
But from the other party's description, I roughly know that this is probably a "star-making" program.
The so-called "star-making" may not be much different from the competition to select actors and actresses in the Xia Dynasty.
The only difference is that in this era, culture and entertainment were very developed.
Actors and actors, also known as "stars" among most people, not only have a high status, but also have many social resources.
However, Jiang Zhiyu frowned slightly. Did she really want to participate in this competition?
Suddenly, an imperceptible bitter smell invaded the tip of her nose, wrapped in the aroma of wood and herbs, as if she had opened an ancient book in the attic, clean and elegant, but also a bit mysterious.
Jiang Zhiyu opened his eyes, turned his eyes slightly, and looked to the right.
But I saw a man wearing a black shirt next to me.
The man's body is as slim as bamboo, and his eyebrows are sparse. Walking in the busy city, there is no trace of impetuousness in his eyes.
There is a cold and indifferent alienation flowing naturally around the body, like the snow on the high mountains, and like the distant stars, elusive and out of reach.
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like someone who would appear in a small place like Huai'an County.
Seeing the man's beautiful face and full of vitality, Jiang Zhiyu couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
In today's era, with the prevalence of the 996 work system, coupled with the development of video games and various entertainment activities, as well as the intrusion of junk food and various inexplicable additives, it is rare to find someone who looks good at first glance but has no problems with the internal organs. There is no one left.
"Meow~"
Warm sunshine poured down, and an orange cat that looked like it was not yet full moon suddenly poked its little head out of the man's suit trouser pocket and looked at Jiang Zhiyu curiously.
Jiang Zhiyu narrowed his eyes in surprise, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up in a very slight arc.
Although this fluffy little cat doesn't quite match the cold temperament of the man in front of him, it still adds a bit of human tenderness to him.
As if he noticed something, the man's brows became a little softer and more affectionate. He stretched out his well-jointed fingers and gently tapped the orange cat's little head.
And the little guy was also very smart. In just a moment, he blinked his wet eyes again and hid in the man's pocket with a "meow" sound.
The man smiled softly, and his eyes naturally fell on Jiang Zhiyu.
At this moment, the red light flashed several times and the green light came on.
Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly and took the lead.
The man looked at Jiang Zhiyu's back. After standing there for a few seconds, he rubbed the little orange cat's head and walked forward slowly.
The street was still bustling with people, but no one noticed that there seemed to be a flashlight under a huge banyan tree.
…
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After arriving home, Jiang Zhiyu looked at Jiang's father and Jiang's mother's room as usual. When he saw that no one was there, he washed his hands and returned to his small room.
She turned on her computer and skillfully clicked on a link. Soon, she entered the writing backend of Weiyu, the largest online writing platform in China.
Today's income is pretty good, 427.36 yuan, which is already the best result this month.
But if the daily income is only about 400, then the monthly income is only 1.2W at most.
If you want to raise 500,000 arrears in three months, it is tantamount to wishful thinking.
What's more, now there is an inexplicable huge amount of liquidated damages, whose authenticity is unknown for the time being.
Jiang Zhiyu narrowed his eyes slightly and turned off Weiyu's creative background.
In fact, among the subjects of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, etiquette, music, archery and imperialism, she is best at calligraphy, painting and archery.
A month ago, Jiang Zhiyu also thought about making money through painting or calligraphy.
Unfortunately, she rummaged through all the drawers of the original owner and couldn't find any money.
There was no capital to purchase pens, ink, paper and inkstones, so the idea naturally dropped.
As for horseback riding and archery, in this society, at least in the small town of Huaian County, they are completely useless and it is impossible to make money.
While Jiang Zhiyu was hesitating, he suddenly saw a group message sent by the "Weiyu" app on his mobile phone.
In order to retain authors, Weiyu officially launched generous benefits and also held essay competitions on multiple themes.
After a little research, Jiang Zhiyu discovered that many online articles on the Weiyu platform seemed to be very different from the scripts of the Great Xia Dynasty. They were all stories that the people loved to hear and read.
Although she had never written a storybook, she was deeply influenced by the stories she heard from Han Shuyi, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister Zuo who grew up with her every day.
So, after roughly studying some of the works on the Qiyu list, Jiang Zhiyu started her creative career.
Unexpectedly, the unique plot and simple writing style really attracted some lovely readers for her.
Unfortunately, these are not enough.
Jiang Zhiyu turned on the phone again, opened the photo album, and entered the "Deleted" column.
Except for a few photos of Gu Ye secretly taken by the original owner, almost all the photos that came into view were of the same man.
