You made me a superstar

Chapter 1 Nightmare
"Sony professional movie camera twenty-eight thousand..."

"Sanyo lens eight thousand three..."

"One thousand and five microphones..."

"..."

July 2005.

A nightmarish bill appeared in front of Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang's hand holding the bill trembled slightly, and at the same time, something stuck deep in his throat, making him unable to make any sound.

It was already the end of autumn, but Zhou Yang's palms were still sweating.

He lowered his head and didn't raise it from the beginning to the end. He looked very nervous, with a feeling of lingering fear after a car accident, but he tried his best to keep himself upright, making his body look taller, more natural, and calmer. .

However, a gust of wind blowing from the distant horizon seemed to seep into the bones deep in his skin, making him so cold that he wanted to shiver and curl up, the less noticeable the better.

Above the bill is a set of astronomical figures.

Every number, like a hammer, hit his heart hard, making him breathless.

The numbers are auspicious.

Sixty-eight thousand!
Definitely a good start.

However, the auspicious numbers did not make him feel lucky, but like a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

"You have to lose money..."

Amidst the smoky sound, the leading middle-aged man said this sentence again.

After hearing these words, Zhou Yang's mind went blank.

He wanted to say something to defend himself, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't hold back a word.

Throat is very dry.

It was so dry that he wanted to cough.

He is not the kind of eloquent person, even on weekdays, he is also the kind of person who doesn't talk much.

not far away.

The old broken van overturned, and the glass of the car was shattered all over the place.

Next to the van is an equally crooked van.

The van hit a tree with a crooked neck, and the branches poked into the cab.

On the ground, apart from the traces of tire brakes, broken lenses and various shooting equipment were scattered everywhere.

Especially the camera, the shell has been tattered, and even the lens is distorted.

It was a car accident!
Moreover, it seems to be a very dangerous car accident, at least a thin young man next to the big tree still has lingering fears, and keeps touching his Pixiu jade pendant.

The soul is scared away!
"I will pay, but I don't have that much money now."

After suppressing it for a long time, Zhou Yang finally spit out such a sentence from his dry throat.

After uttering such a sentence, he felt that the coldness in his body became stronger.

It was cold, bitterly cold.

However, he finally gritted his teeth and raised his head to stare at the middle-aged man with beard and long hair tied up.

"Then how much money do you have now?" The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Yang, Xu felt that Zhou Yang's clothes and grooming were really not like a rich man, and he was a little disappointed.

"Six hundred!" Zhou Yang replied.

"What did you say? Say it again?" The middle-aged man was so shocked that the cigarette almost fell from his mouth.

"Six hundred!"

"???" The middle-aged man was stunned on the spot.

Six hundred and sixty thousand!
The difference in numbers is really...

Is it too big?
"My bank card, all the savings in my whole body are only [-]..." Zhou Yang looked at the middle-aged man and repeated it again.

"Then call your parents, wait, you can't, don't you have a mobile phone?"

Although Zhou Yang's eyes were dodging, they were very clear.

The middle-aged man judged that the young man was not lying.

He took a deep breath and threw the cigarette butt to the ground.

"Hmm...no." Zhou Yang looked down at the bill again, with mixed emotions.

"My mobile phone is for you. Can you remember your parents' numbers?" The middle-aged man looked at the sky, and finally suppressed his irritability, and patiently took out his mobile phone.

"My mother passed away when I was very young, and my father got cancer and just passed away last year..." Zhou Yang held the bill.

He didn't answer the phone.

"What about your relatives? There are always relatives, right?" Seeing Zhou Yang's unrestrained appearance, the middle-aged man felt a little bit overwhelmed.

What kind of family is this?
"Cancer has cost a lot of money, and my relatives and friends ignore us..."

"Where's the house?"

"sold."

"What about this car? It really doesn't work. I sold this car..."

"The car is rented..."

"You are so poor...huh, so, why do you rent a car?" The middle-aged man took a deep breath, but he didn't say the words "poor ghost".

"A few days ago, I took a water and electricity job, and I helped the landlord to pull some wires..."

"Are you an electrician?" The middle-aged man subconsciously asked as he looked at the wires and all kinds of dilapidated furniture on the overturned car.

"Well, I have an electrician's certificate, and I can connect some wires..." Zhou Yang nodded, looked at the sunset in the distance, hesitated for a while, and added again: "The salary can be 100 yuan a day, and you can earn some money by moving things. I just got my driver's license and thought it would be more cost-effective to rent a car, so I rented it..."

"Earn [-], how long do you want to earn?"

"If the landlord provides food, drink and housing, it will be enough for about three years. If not, it may be later... If I don't get sick, I can pay you back a little every month." Zhou Yang Go ahead and answer.

"What about the loan? You have an ID card, so you can get a loan, right? I'll help you find a way out. If you loan tens of thousands of yuan, we'll settle the matter."

unlucky!

Middle-aged people feel very unlucky.

"I... can't get a loan."

"Why can't I get a loan?" the middle-aged man asked.

"In order to cure the disease, I sold everything that should be sold, and took out all that should be mortgaged and loaned. The 8 yuan before the loan was repaid, and the money from various credit cards were not repaid. ..." Zhou Yang's throat became dry again, and his voice became softer and softer.

"..." The middle-aged man's beard trembled slightly, and the muscles on his face twitched.

The smoke in his mouth finally fell to the ground.

After staring at Zhou Yang uncertainly for a long time, he finally lit a cigarette again.

Messy hair and washed white jeans, at the same time, there are old electrician's work clothes that look very cheap...

He finally sighed, and the smoke was sucked into his lungs, choking him into a cough.

What the hell kind of suffering in the world have I encountered?

The thin young man under the crooked tree looked at his broken van and the branch that almost killed him...

Finally, his eyes fixed on Zhou Yang.

Fuck!
This guy almost sent me to God!

"I won't renege on my debts... I will compensate you when I finish delivering the goods, or should I issue an IOU first?" Zhou Yang looked at the silence of the atmosphere, and finally made up his mind to answer.

"How do you pay?" The middle-aged man felt bored and panicked.

"I said, I can pay you back some every month, or I can work for you until the debt is paid off..." Zhou Yang looked at the middle-aged man seriously and replied.

"What do you think you can do in the crew?" The middle-aged man glanced at Zhou Yang angrily.

"I don't know, but I don't have anything now. I only have strength. It's okay to help move some things. Your crew needs someone to move things, right?"

Zhou Yang is very sincere.

The kind of sincerity from the heart, even in the bones.

"I'll discuss with the assistant director what to do, you wait here, by the way, you have to give me your ID card..."

"I didn't bring my ID..."

"where?"

"In the rental house."

"Where's the driver's license?"

"Here it is, I'll look for it..."

The two watched Zhou Yang collect the bill, and walked slowly towards the van. After taking two steps, Zhou Yang stopped again.

"That...brother."

"what happened?"

"Can you help lift the van? The driver's license is pressed in the car...how about you call a crane for help, or take the insurance to pull it up first?" Zhou Yang turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man, with a troubled expression in the end.

"Okay, okay, then you don't move here, I'll discuss it with the assistant director, remember, don't run, you know?"

"I don't run away. People need to be trustworthy in this world, and even more so when they have nothing. I understand this."

"It's good if you understand, that's all right, just stand here."

"it is good!"

Zhou Yang watched the middle-aged man walk towards the crooked neck tree.

The two appeared to be arguing violently.

The thin young man looked back at Zhou Yang, his eyes seemed strange, and then he continued to quarrel fiercely with the middle-aged man.

It seems that it is about to start a fight.

Vaguely, Zhou Yang heard the words "superstar" and "script"...

sunset.

Zhou Yang stood there obediently.

He looked at the sunset, and his whole body stood motionless like a wooden stake.

If God gave Zhou Yang another chance.

Zhou Yang probably wouldn't take orders from customers, let alone rent a car, and even if he rented a car, he wouldn't try to hurry along this muddy path.

Even, two years ago, I wouldn't drink that wine...

At least, if he didn't drink that wine, he wouldn't have come to this world.

When the sun goes down.

When the orange-red sunset covers the sky...

The two finally reached an agreement and walked over.

"Okay, the crew just needs a person who does odd jobs..."

"You just follow the crew..."

"Okay, brother!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)