Cāi Cāi

Chapter 24: Act IV"Out of My World" (5)

In the days that followed, Yao Yin successively introduced a few small jobs to Tan Yiming. The remuneration was not high and Tan Yiming did not expect to make money. He just hoped to gain more experience.

Tan Yiming originally had a used vintage car, which George had borrowed not long ago because he said he wanted to take Xiao Rui to the zoo on a date. He didn't think that he would be rear-ended by a car on the way back, and the insurance company dragged it away for repair. He didn't know when he would get it back.

The recording studio was far away in the suburbs, and the traffic was inconvenient. Every time after Tan Yiming recorded, it was late at night, and the buses back to the city were long out of service. If he didn't want to take a taxi, he could only borrow a ride from Yao Yin.

Although Yao Yin wanted to take him, he also had a lot of work of his own. He simply said, "Anyway, I can't drive all the cars in my garage. You can choose one for yourself. You can borrow it, you don't need to pay me back."

As he said it, Master Yao spread seven or eight central control keys on the table. The worst brand was Maybach.

"No need." After Tan Yiming took a glance, he felt that his proletariat heart was suffering, and quickly said, "I will strive to need fewer rework, start work early to finish earlier so that if I need to take a taxi afterwards, I can still get one."

It was more expensive and slower, but it was better than owing such an expensive favor to the other party.

Tan Yiming now couldn't wait to increase his work load from 24 hours a week to 48 hours. He was in the city on weekdays, and stayed in the suburbs on weekends. Occasionally, when he had temporary jobs, he had to go to the recording studio in the dark. For these few days, he stayed up all night, then went straight to work for the company with baggy eyes and a double espresso.

He was very busy, but this feeling of busyness was different from working overtime in the company. It was a kind of fulfillment from the heart.

George didn't understand, and asked him: "Let me do the math: you're twice as busy now as you used to be, but you're throwing your part-time money into the taxi fares. You're losing money inside and out!"

Tan Yiming said, "I make money from my own job and make my dreams come true in my part-time job—is it a loss to lose money for my dream?"

"... You didn't say that before, ah, Old Tan!" George said sadly, "You don't have to use a calculator to figure out how to use coupons before you go to the supermarket to be cost-effective!"

"..."

Tan Yiming's three-dimensional life was so busy, naturally, his two-dimensional life couldn't be taken care of.

He hadn't been on QQ for several days. When he finally got a respite, he opened QQ and was ready to handle things. Then he found that his QQ was full of community messages.

First was post-production—

"Great god, great god, when will you give me the dry sound for the last issue of Whose Little Eyes Haven't Seen the Film Emperor? Now the whole group has been handed it in, you're the only one left!"

[T/N: 'Dry sound is their original recording without editing. 'Wet sound is after its processed.]

Then the director—

"Yun-sama, I promised that we would record a report on White Lotus Is Not Good! Like on Weibo and forward it, don't forget to advertise for us!"

Then the screenwriter—

"Yun Da, are you still picking up new works? Let's take a look at the full-length entertainment comedy Thinking of Deer Fei Fei! Have you ever thought about challenging the shou? ... Uh, it may be the gong, anyway, the author said it was mutual gong!"