You Made Me a Superstar

Chapter 1: nightmare

Chapter 1 Nightmare

“Sony Professional Cinema Camera 28,000…”

"Sanyo lens eight thousand three..."

"Microphone Fifteen..."

“…”

November 2005.

The nightmarish bill appeared in front of Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang's hand holding the bill was trembling slightly, and at the same time, something stuck deep in his throat, so he couldn't make any sound.

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

He lowered his head and didn't lift his head from beginning to end. He looked nervous, with a sense of lingering fear after a car accident, but he tried hard to keep himself upright, to make his body appear taller, more natural, and more calm. .

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 he wanted to curl up, the less conspicuous the better.

The bill is an astronomical set of figures.

Every number, like a hammer, smashed into his heart so hard that he couldn't breathe.

The numbers are auspicious.

Sixty-eight thousand eight!

is definitely a good head.

However, the auspicious numbers did not make him feel good luck, instead it was like a nightmare that he could not wake up from.

"You have to lose money..."

In the sound of smoke, the middle-aged man at the head said this sentence again.

After hearing this sentence, 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.

was so dry that he wanted to cough.

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

not far away.

The old and broken van overturned and the glass was broken.

Next to the van is an equally crooked van.

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

On the ground, except for the traces of tire brakes, there are broken lenses and various shooting equipment that have been knocked into pieces.

Especially the camera, the casing has been ripped apart and even the lens is distorted.

It was a car accident!

Moreover, it seemed to be a very thrilling car accident, at least a thin young man next to the big tree still had lingering fears and kept touching his jade pendant.

The soul was scared away!

"I will pay, but I don't have that much money now."

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

After spitting out such a sentence, he felt that the coldness on his body became stronger.

It was cold, to the bone.

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

"Then how much money do you have now?" The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Yang, and Xu felt that Zhou Yang's dress and dressing really didn't look like a rich man, and he was a little disappointed.

"Six hundred!" Zhou Yang replied.

"What did you say? Do you say it again?" The middle-aged man was stunned, and the smoke almost fell from his mouth.

"Six hundred!"

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

Six hundred and sixty thousand!

This number gap is really…

is too big, right?

"My bank card, all my savings are only six hundred..." Zhou Yang looked at the middle-aged man and repeated it again.

"Then call your parents, wait, you won't, don't you have a cell phone?"

Zhou Yang's eyes were dodging, but his eyes were clear.

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

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

"Well... no." Zhou Yang glanced down at the bill again, with mixed emotions.

"My cell phone is for you, can you remember the numbers of your parents at home?" The middle-aged man looked at the sky, and after all suppressed his irritability, he patiently took out his cell phone.

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

He didn't pick up the phone.

"What about relatives in your family? There are always relatives, right?" Looking at Zhou Yang's birdlike appearance, the middle-aged man felt that he couldn't hold back his emotions.

What kind of family is this?

"Cancer cost a lot of money, my relatives and friends ignored us..."

"Where's the house?"

"sold."

"What about this car? I really can't, I sold this car..."

"The car is rented..."

"You're such a poor... huh, so why are you renting a car?" The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and the word "poor ghost" was not spoken after all.

"I received a water and electricity job a few days ago, and by the way, I helped the landlord pull some wires..."

"Are you an electrician?" The middle-aged man asked subconsciously, looking at the overturned car with wires and all kinds of broken furniture.

"Well, I have an electrician's license, and I will connect some wires..." Zhou Yang nodded, looked at the sunset in the distance, tangled for a while, and added: "The salary can be 100 yuan a day, and I can also make some money from moving things. I just got my driver’s license and thought it was a good deal to rent a car, so I rented it…”

"To earn 60,000, how long will you earn?"

"If the landlord is all about 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 continued. Reply.

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

Bad luck!

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 treat the disease, everything that should be sold, everything that should be mortgaged, and everything that should be loaned are loaned. The 80,000 yuan before the loan has not been repaid, as well as the money from various credit cards, all of which have not been repaid. ..." Zhou Yang's throat became dry again, and his voice became lighter.

"..." 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 for a long time, he finally lit a cigarette again.

Messy hair and washed-white jeans, and that old electrician's overalls that look cheap...

He finally sighed, and the smoke was sucked into his lungs, causing him to cough.

What the **** is this human suffering that I encountered?

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

Finally stared at Zhou Yang.

**** it!

This guy almost sent me to see God!

"I won't default on my debt... When I finish delivering the things, I will pay you, or should I make an IOU first?" Zhou Yang looked at the silence, and finally made up his mind to answer.

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

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

"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 right now. I only have the strength. It's alright to help you move things. Your crew, you always need someone to move things, right?"

Zhou Yang is very sincere.

From the heart, even the kind of sincerity in the bones.

"I will discuss with the assistant director how to deal with it, you wait here, by the way, you have to give me your ID card..."

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

"where?"

"In the rental house."

"Where's the driver's license?"

"I brought it here, I'm going to look for it..."

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

"That... bro."

"What's wrong?"

"Can you help lift the van? The driver's license is stuck in the car... Or, can you help call a crane, or take insurance first?" Zhou Yang turned to look at the middle-aged man, and finally his expression was tangled.

"It's alright, then you don't move here. I'll discuss it with the assistant director. Remember, don't run away, you know?"

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

"Just understand, okay, just stand here."

"it is good!"

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

The two seemed to have a heated argument.

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.

seems to be about to start a fight.

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

The sun sets.

Zhou Yang honestly stood in place.

He looked at the setting sun, and stood motionless like a wooden stake.