The rich and powerful

Chapter 2 When marriage becomes a thing of the past 2
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Holding a bulging plastic bag that was almost as big as her body, Song Yan stumbled into the taxi with difficulty.

She only had time to wipe the sweat from her forehead like a waterfall, and she said to the driver, "Master, go to the TV station on Baili Road."

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "Working in a TV station? That's a good job. There's a lot of money, a lot of money, and a lot of stars..."

Song Yan just nodded casually to deal with it, looked out of the window, his narrow cheeks were reflected on the glass window, reflecting the colorful world outside the window...

"True and False Heroes" is the trump card program of the TV station, and it is recorded twice a week, and Song Yan has to do it twice a week, working from five to nine every day, in the dark.

And every day when the show was being recorded, no matter how well prepared it was, the scene was still in chaos. Song Yan hurried into the studio and squeezed in from the crowd of people coming and going.

"The costumes are here."

The people inside heard her shout and had already responded, pulled the big plastic bag from her hand, and gave her an unfriendly look, "I tell you to speed up, slow to death!"

Song Yan calmed down, panted, and wiped off his sweat.

The inside began to shout again, "Where is Song Yanren? Where did he die?"

Their chief producer, Zhang Yalan, started to get mad again, and rushed over. Song Yan rushed to meet her, and heard him pointing at her head, cursing loudly, "We're your biggest card, right? All the important guests of the host are waiting for you You don’t see anything in your eyes, do you feel that you are very wronged to be a prop in our group? In the future, I will also let you be the producer. I think you have potential, but your ability does not have this potential, but your temper has this potential."

Song Yan hurriedly lowered his head, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Without any explanation, she just kept her head down and apologized sincerely.

If it was in the past, she might have tried to explain why she was late, saying that she had tried to get it as quickly as possible, but no one was watching there, and she would squat in the warehouse by herself and find out one by one. Props, I squatted for half an hour, my waist was about to break, I finally found what I wanted, and then I ran to the recording studio across most of the city, and encountered a traffic jam on the road, ran halfway, and ran away Half-Life finally got back in the car again.

That was a stupid thing she did when she first came here half a year ago. After staying for half a year, she finally realized that in many cases, explanations are superfluous, because people don't need these so-called explanations at all...

All they want to do is swear and watch you humbly admit your mistake.

That being the case, why waste saliva to explain?
If she could have understood this truth many years ago, she would not have become so ridiculous and stupid in front of that person...

When she first came out of there, Song Yan stood in front of the iron gate and looked at the city she hardly knew on the street. There was no joy after being released from prison, no comfort, and some only helplessness. She didn't know what else she had. The future can be said, I don't know what future I can talk about.

She didn't even know how to adapt to this fast-growing and ever-changing city.

She felt that she did not belong to this era, and everything in front of her seemed so strange.

But she can only carry it by herself, because in this world, no one has carried her life for her anymore.

After Zhang Yalan finally vented all the anger he had received at the big name on Song Yan, he finally left satisfied.

When the studio was busy, Song Yan took things back and forth, put on the teleprompter, and watched the supporters on stage praising the guests vigorously, and the guests also pretended to be reserved. In this circle, everyone on and off the stage It's a good show, but the people who watch it are different.

Finally, there is a gap, you can sit down and rest for a while.

"Why, Xiao Yan, you look haggard. Our big producer is bothering you again?" A colleague Su Chenchen walked over. She is a small producer under the chief producer, and Zhang Yalan is her immediate boss, so the two of them There were more firefights between them. Seeing that Song Yan was always being bullied, he came to comfort him when he had nothing to do. After coming and going, the two of them got to know each other a lot.

It's just that Song Yan keeps a proper distance from everyone, so he can't be called a friend.

"It's okay, she's also angry, let's let it go after a while."

Su Chenchen looked at her swallowing, and shook his head helplessly, "I really don't know how to say hello."

Su Chenchen always said, Song Yan, you are too quiet, what this industry needs is restlessness, do you understand restlessness?If you look at those celebrities, those who are a little disturbed are all popular, and those who are quiet and self-confident are all half-dead. If you look at those producers, which one is not restless, thinking that a production's ratings will jump up, and immediately Rising total production!
Outsiders still think that this job is so good. In fact, everyone in the industry knows that this is probably the most humble and darkest job.

Ning Xiao chose this line of work because the requirements for this job are the simplest. No matter what background, education, or major, they don't care. There is only one requirement for employment, and they can continue to do it for a long time.

Therefore, in fact, those who can continue to work in this industry for a long time, especially as a handyman like Song Yan, are always bullied for no reason. Today's irony is still light.

But Song Yan didn't have the pampering habit of those people, and would quit after a few words of scolding.

It's not because of how strong she is, most of the time, it's because she has no choice.

Who would want a guy who got out of prison?Who would keep a man with a stain on his birth?
The stars on the stage are restless, they are glamorous and have the capital to be restless.

But Song Yan had nothing.

"Do you know who that is?" Su Chenchen looked at the smiling beauty.

Song Yan shook his head.

"Hey, I really admire you. Are you a person of this era? Why do I feel like you don't care about anything or anything?"

Song Yan took a sip of water and moistened his throat, "No, I care."

"Oh, what do you care about?"

"Care about money."

Yes, now Song Yan only wants to make money, a lot of money.

"Forget it, let me tell you, that woman is Chen Ke, who has an affair with our boss, that's why she can join our program group for promotion."

Song Yan didn't even look at it, but just lowered his head and took a sip of water, "Yeah."

"Hey, don't have such an attitude."

"In this era, there are countless people who have affairs with the boss. What's so strange?" Song Yan said casually.

"No, you came late. I don't know how big our boss is. There is a saying in the social circle that it is better to be short of a bucket of money than to be short of a meal with the Lin family. Since our boss became popular five years ago, there is Do you know how many people want to see him, but look, I have been in the program group for three years, and I have never seen him. I heard that he will come back for business reorganization in a few days. I don’t know if I can see him then... "

Song Yan was still half listening, just staring at the headlights on the stage in a daze.

"Hey, Ms. Song Yan, you really don't know the way. You have entered our business. You need to be well-informed, especially a big guy like our boss. I heard that the Lin family is a gangster, but our boss is not that kind. A brave and foolhardy person, he studied in France at the age of 15 and took over the family. At the age of 23, he pulled up the already down-to-earth Lin family and instantly became a hot big brand in the region. Even the spokespersons he hired were all international celebrities. To be honest, in our business in the media industry, our Boss Lin says he is second, no one dares to be number one, right? In our country, we have to squeeze our brains to get a small role, just because our Boss Lin Although there are a lot of women, but there is never gossip, do you know how many magazines and media outside have offered tens of thousands of rewards to catch our boss, and that woman outside is the only one who has been rumored to have an affair with our boss over the years."

At this time, Xiao Zhang, who was listening intently on the other side, turned his head, "Huh? It's so unreasonable, isn't she out of the stars? Acting in that blockbuster, she got famous after she got naked? The boss is so blind."

"Fuck you, what's wrong with the off-star? What era is it? At this time, if you don't take it off, you will be embarrassed to tell people that you are in the entertainment industry! What's more, can people be the same as other off-stars? What people are selling is blockbuster movies, and what they are selling is hundreds of millions of box office, people are now receiving movies, movies, and TV series, is that the same level?"

, After a while, the game started on the stage, and Song Yan was busy changing the inscription device for the host again, so he didn't listen to it anymore, and went straight out.

The one-and-a-half-hour program was recorded for a full half day, and the host and guests naturally left after recording, without staying for a minute.

When Song Yan went out, he took a peek at the Chen Ke they were talking about. She didn't look seductive. She was wearing a purple slim dress. She looked very pure and beautiful, with a lot of temperament.

Chen Ke passed by, and the corner of her skirt was caught by the door. Song Yan quickly squatted down to help her untie it.

"Thank you." She turned around and said politely.

Song Yan just nodded, lowered his head, and left silently.

The place where Song Yan lives is far away from here. He has to take the bus first, then the subway, and then change to the bus. It takes more than an hour in total.

It used to be a suburb, and later the city expanded, and many residential houses were built there for rent.

That's the room she rented.

Standing in the crowded subway, she took out her mobile phone.

"Mom, I'm back, don't rush to cook, I'm going back to cook, you go to rest."

"I'm not tired. I'm not a coolie. Does the TV station have any coolies to do?"

"No, don't move anything, I can get back before Xiao Xiao goes back, don't worry."

Song Yan's voice was very light, very different from her quiet and sluggish appearance on the TV station.

Hearing that the other party agreed, she put down the phone, but she didn't want to, the car was stopping, and someone behind was about to get off, and as soon as they rushed over, she squeezed her away, and when she tilted her body, the phone in her hand fell into the crowd , fell and disappeared.

She quickly squatted down to look for it. It was the rush hour, and there were as many people as ants, squeezing the long subway cars to the point where there was no space left.

"Sorry to give way."

"Sorry, something dropped..."

She squatted down in sweat profusely, and searched for a long time. During this period, someone walked past her, and someone rolled their eyes with curses.Song Yan didn't care about it, and found his mobile phone directly from the gap, picked it up, and regained his footing.

Her phone was the most primitive kind, with a blue screen and the date flashing on it.

Back then, this was advanced, but this world was no longer something she could keep up with.

The five years spent there in isolation were like going to another dark world.

But after she came out, she suddenly realized that the outside world was no longer hers.

She knew she had been left behind by the world.

There was music playing in the subway, but the voices of people were so noisy that they couldn't hear clearly at all.

She lowered her head and huddled in a small corner.

I vaguely heard the lyrics singing:
more grown, more lonely
getting older and more disturbed
I have to watch the wings of my dreams being broken

I have to take back what I said and ask myself

Where are your innocent eyes?
more grown, more lonely
getting older and more disturbed
Also had to open the parachute that protects you

And suddenly understand that the road ahead is not smooth

Could it be that this change is inevitable?
(End of this chapter)