Chapter 218: You Can Have Anything in Your Dreams
Chapter 218: Chapter 218: You Can Have Anything in Your Dreams
Jiang Moli found a high spot, cleared her throat, and started belting out the song "Disturbed."
"Ah... oh... ah-oh-ay, ah-ss-duh ah-ss-duh..."
The piercing, bizarre notes completely drowned out the music playing from a radio.
A group of seniors, up early for their morning exercises, were gritting their teeth in hatred for Jiang Moli.
’Disdain +6. 60,000 yuan credited to account.’
"Hey, you’re just a young girl. Instead of sleeping in, you come here at the crack of dawn to caterwaul like a banshee. Have you no decency?"
Jiang Moli looked at the old woman scolding her. "Ma’am, this is a public park. You all are out here at the crack of dawn, hopping around like monkeys and pigs, making a spectacle of yourselves, and I haven’t said a word."
"What the hell do you know? This is Tai Chi!"
"You do your thing, I’ll do mine. We can just not interfere with each other."
"You..."
"Xiao Jiang?"
Right in the middle of their argument, a familiar voice drifted over.
Jiang Moli turned around, surprised to see Jin Chenggong. "Master, morning."
Jin Chenggong was dressed in a black training suit with a longsword strapped to his back. He was obviously here to exercise.
’No wonder he’s so well-built for his age, with a firm face and toned muscles. It’s all the result of his regular training.’
Jin Chenggong eyed her. "What are you doing here?"
"Vocal exercises. Didn’t you tell me to practice for an hour every day? I’d bother the neighbors at home, so I came to the park. Master, your timing is perfect. Let me sing a piece for you."
With that, she threw back her head and started belting out "Disturbed" again.
The group of seniors groaned, wishing they could take a shoe and stuff it in Jiang Moli’s mouth.
’She’s so obnoxious!’
’Disdain +3. 30,000 yuan credited to account.’
Jin Chenggong’s brows furrowed as well. ’What in the world is she singing!?’
"Stop, stop, stop! Xiao Jiang, don’t sing anymore!"
Jiang Moli stopped. "What’s wrong, Master? Was it not good?"
’Other people get paid to sing. Your singing could kill someone!’
In the end, Jin Chenggong decided not to crush her enthusiasm. "Come with me. Let’s find another spot."
"Oh."
’That damn girl is finally leaving.’
Watching Jiang Moli’s retreating figure, the group of seniors let out a collective sigh of relief.
Jiang Moli suddenly turned back and waved to them. "I’ll be back tomorrow! See you then!"
’Please don’t come back!’
’She’s just the worst!’
Jin Chenggong led Jiang Moli to a more secluded area before finally speaking. "I told you to practice your vocalization and diction. What was all that random singing?"
"It’s my own vocal warm-up method. The syllables I sing help open my mouth, relax my tongue, and control my breathing all at once. It’s very effective."
Hearing her surprisingly logical explanation, Jin Chenggong found it hard to rebuke her.
Instead, he opened a textbook, pointed to a passage, and had her recite it to check the results of her practice.
After Jiang Moli finished, he pointed out her mistakes one by one, and she listened attentively.
’Might as well treat it as a free diction lesson.’
When it was about time to go, Jin Chenggong picked up his sword, preparing to head home. "Let’s call it a day. Go home and work on the points I mentioned."
"Okay, Master. By the way, do you know anything about Vice Yang?"
Jin Chenggong eyed her. "Why are you asking about Vice Yang?"
"Just asking."
As they left the park, Jiang Moli offered to buy Jin Chenggong breakfast, but he refused, saying it wouldn’t look right.
Watching him ride away on his bicycle with the sword on his back, Jiang Moli couldn’t help but chuckle.
’The old guy is surprisingly principled!’
Passing by a breakfast stall, Jiang Moli bought some soy-braised pork soup dumplings and shumai.
When she got home, Ma Hongmei had already made sweet potato congee. It was the perfect accompaniment for the soup dumplings and shumai.
After breakfast, Jiang Moli left for work.
She hadn’t gone far when she saw Lu Tingting walking ahead furtively.
She pedaled to catch up. "My dear niece, where are you off to so early?"
Seeing her, Lu Tingting instinctively hid the letter in her hand behind her back.
Jiang Moli grinned. "So nervous. Is that a love letter?"
Lu Tingting glared at her. "None of your business."
Seeing that the mailroom was just ahead, Jiang Moli understood. "Hey, don’t tell me that’s a letter for Teacher Shen? You’ve been back for so long and you still haven’t forgotten about your dear Teacher Shen?"
Lu Tingting stiffened her neck and ignored her.
Jiang Moli pedaled her bicycle slowly. "Let me tell you, there’s no use keeping a man in your heart. You’ve got to get him into your bed. Only then will he be yours."
Lu Tingting’s face flushed crimson. "You’re so shameless!"
"Just admit it. Don’t you want Teacher Shen in your bed every night? If you do, just say the word, and I’ll teach you how."
Blushing, Lu Tingting glared at her, but she didn’t deny it.
"Tonight, when you go to sleep, just prop your pillow up a little higher. You can have anything you want in your dreams, including your Teacher Shen."
With that, Jiang Moli laughed loudly, hopped on her bicycle, and rode off.
Lu Tingting was left fuming with impotent rage.
’That damn woman! She tricked me again!’
...
The scriptwriting and directing department had a meeting today, mainly to discuss greenlighting new shows.
Including Jiang Moli, the department had a total of six people.
As the department head, Zhong Lin was mainly in charge of day-to-day management, while the actual work was done by the scriptwriters and directors under her.
Besides Jiang Moli, the new scriptwriter, the other four consisted of two associate senior directors and two scriptwriters, one intermediate and one associate senior.
Scriptwriters were mainly responsible for writing original screenplays or adaptations, while the producer-directors handled the dual roles of both "writer" and "director." Consequently, producer-directors held a much higher status than mere scriptwriters.
At the moment, the two producer-directors each had a project in the works, and they were at a stalemate, unwilling to yield over whose show would be chosen.
For a producer-director, another project meant another feather in their cap, affecting everything from bonuses to promotions.
In the end, Zhong Lin made the call: they would vote.
To appear fair and impartial, Zhong Lin, as the leader, abstained from voting.
The two scriptwriters went first, each voting for one of the producer-directors. They played the game of office politics with perfect clarity.
The pressure was now on Jiang Moli.
No matter who she voted for, she was bound to offend the other producer-director.
Jiang Moli calmly took a sip of her tea. Despite her youth, she had the air of a seasoned official.
"I vote for myself. How about you two veterans step aside and give a newcomer like me a chance?"
Everyone in the department looked at her, utterly speechless.
’Faced with the choice of offending A or offending B, she chose to offend both of them!’
’What was going through her head?’
In the end, Zhong Lin played peacemaker, deciding to submit both projects and let the higher-ups choose.
But Jiang Moli’s attempt to fish in troubled waters had successfully managed to piss off both producer-directors.
’Disdain +2. 20,000 yuan credited to account.’
And so ended another day in the life of a slacker.
When she got home from work, Lu Deyao was already there, discussing something with An Hui.
Seeing her, Lu Deyao hurried over.
"Moli, come here. Take a look. Do you notice anything different about me?"
Jiang Moli studied him carefully before it dawned on her. "Dad, you’ve lost weight! You’ve definitely lost weight!"
Lu Deyao grinned from ear to ear. He turned to An Hui and said, "See? Moli says I’ve lost weight! I thought so too. My clothes have been feeling a bit looser lately."
An Hui said to Moli, "You really think he’s lost weight? I can’t see it."
Jiang Moli covered her mouth and whispered, "I’m just humoring a fool—I mean, I’m just humoring Dad. He’s been exercising for so long, we have to give him some encouragement. See? Look how happy he is."
Seeing her husband’s gleeful expression, An Hui found herself unconsciously agreeing with her daughter-in-law.