An Yang only smiled at this, saying, "There are plenty of people without brains; no need to get angry over this."
The hot tea placed on the table curled with white steam.
"In this era, there are simply too many people who lack quality and are prone to envy. Celebrities are such glamorous professions that make money so fast, it's completely normal for them to be envied," An Yang said with a smile to the two young girls. "Just ignore them."
"Mhm." Xiao Xueer nodded sweetly.
An You, however, felt somewhat resentful. She had always been direct and outspoken, and at that moment she said, "There are always some people doing work far inferior to artists, paying a pitifully tiny tax to the country every month, just drifting through the days, yet opening and closing their mouths with 'actors, actors,' full of contempt for artists. But in truth, whether in economic aspects or cultural and artistic aspects, their contributions to the country are far inferior to those doing 'acting'!"
"This profession is neither illegal nor conscience-breaking. How high could the personal quality of those who gratuitously look down on such a profession be? Those who truly stand in high places have cultivation, cognition, and capital—which one of them doesn't show respect to every profession?"
An Yang knew that everything An You said was also correct.
Those people not only lagged behind artists in their personal strength, but even in their own life planning and personal cultivation, they fell far short of those artists.
Many people only saw the brilliance of stars on stage, yet failed to see their efforts off stage; staying up until midnight to make programs was simply a common occurrence. Many artists began studying corresponding knowledge from middle school, and would persist in studying even after soaring