Eternal madness

Chapter 1 I think this person is capable

Wanshengzhou, Fangpaishan, Hunlongzhai.

The chieftain Yuan Kuilong walked along the mountain path, followed by Zhao Yingde, the grain depot leader, and behind Zhao Yingde followed a large group of bandits.

Yuan Kuilong stroked his beard, licked his lips, and felt a little thirsty.

Click!

Zhao Yingde reached behind his head, pulled, twisted, and yanked an apple off his scalp and handed it to Yuan Kuilong.

"Honey, please have a taste!"

The apple was still dripping blood. Yuan Kuilong took a bite of the apple and nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Yingde asked expectantly, "Honey, is it sweet?"

"Sweet, so sweet!" Yuan Kuilong exclaimed. "Old Zhao, you must have used your brain to make such sweet apples!"

"I've racked my brains!" Zhao Yingde tore off a piece of tape and stuck it on the back of his head.

"Rack your brains?" Yuan Kuilong looked at Zhao Yingde with surprise. "That's what scholars say. Who taught you that?"

Zhao Yingde puffed out his chest, a hint of pride on his face: "I learned from the second-in-command; Master Song has some education!"

"Really?" Yuan Kuilong chuckled twice. "So it was Old Song who taught you."

A snowflake landed on the apple and melted.

Yuan Kuilong asked, "What day is it today?"

Zhao Yingde asked the bandit soldiers beside him and quickly replied, "Today is the first day of the ninth month."

Yuan Kuilong looked around and said, "This first snow came a bit early."

"Yes, it's getting cold early this year. Husband, you've just gotten back today, go and rest in the village first. I've had the boys start the boiler, it's very warm inside."

Yuan Kuilong tugged at his leather cloak, took a bite of an apple, and looked towards the direction of the seedling house: "How many idiots have you arrested for me while I was gone?"

Zhao Yingde held up five fingers: "Five, all of them are being held captive in the seedling house!"

"Are you all really idiots? Don't try to fool me." Yuan Kuilong took off the jade thumb ring from his thumb and looked at it.

This jade thumb ring is as delicate as solidified fat, with a smooth outer surface like a mirror and a round and smooth inner circle. Several master craftsmen in the jade trade have seen it and all say that it is a first-class piece.

Although thumb rings are beautiful, looking at them for too long can send chills down your spine, and you can vaguely smell a bloody stench.

Zhao Yingde dared not look any longer. He knew his life was too short to compare with that of the chieftain Yuan Kuilong. Looking at such good things too much would shorten his lifespan.

"Boss, those idiots are all good candidates for opening bowls. We dare not be careless about such a big matter. Besides, Second Master personally brought these idiots back."

"Old Song brought this himself?" Yuan Kuilong put away the ring. "It's rare to see such a thoughtful gesture from him. I have to go and see."

When they reached the entrance of the hostage house, Yuan Kuilong had finished eating the apple and put the apple core into his mouth.

Zhao Yingde quickly dissuaded him, saying, "Honey, you can't eat this."

“It’s edible. This is your hard work, brother. I can’t let it go to waste. This apple is so sweet…” As he spoke, Yuan Kuilong rubbed his cheeks and searched his mouth with his tongue.

Is it hurting my teeth?
Zhao Yingde said nervously, "Honey, did you eat a bone? I've been feeling a bit feverish these past few days, and there might have been something extra in the apple. Please spit it out quickly, or you might choke..."

“It’s not a bone!” Yuan Kuilong spat out an apple seed, grinning at Zhao Yingde. “Brother, your apple has a seed, I knew you were a tough guy!”

Zhao Yingde puffed out his chest and patted it, saying, "We brothers who follow our leader are all tough!"

Yuan Kuilong looked at the apple seeds, reluctant to throw them away: "Such a good apple, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it again in the future."

Zhao Yingde patted his chest again: "As long as my brother is alive, the boss can eat as much as he wants!"

“No! We can’t rely on just you, it’s too much of a brain drain! There’s a saying among scholars, ‘Plant one tree in spring, reap ten thousand fruits in autumn.’ Now that we have the seeds, we need to spread them.” Yuan Kuilong took out his dagger, dug a hole in the ground, and buried the apple seeds in it.

Zhao Yingde quickly went to help: "Honey, this is such a small thing, don't bother yourself, I can handle it."

Yuan Kuilong pushed Zhao Yingde away: "You don't understand the methods here. Growing apples is a technical job. It's not just about burying them in the soil. You have to water them and fertilize them."

After planting the seeds, Yuan Kuilong immediately urinated on the spot.

Zhao Yingde gave a thumbs up: "Honey, good water, good fertilizer!"

Yuan Kuilong pulled up his pants and shouted, "One day, when the fruit ripens, we brothers will eat it together!"

The bandits shouted in unison, "Thank you, Boss!"

The bandits remained outside the shed, while Yuan Kuilong went into the inner cell. Zhao Yingde, holding a torch, introduced them one by one:

"This man is called Zhao Guangping. He comes from Lingluo City. His family sells cloth. His father is skilled and works as a clerk."

This man is Rong Xiaozhang, from Yuxiulang. His family sells steamed buns, and his mother is skilled in the craft and works as a shop assistant.

This girl is named Feng Qiuling. She comes from Miedaolin. Her father is a bamboo craftsman and the head of the family business.

This man is Pei Binru, from Qingfang Kiln. His family makes bricks, so he has the skill himself.

Yuan Kuilong glanced at Pei Binru, then turned to Zhao Yingde and asked, "Where did this idiot get his skills?"

Zhao Yingde quickly explained, "I heard from Second Master that this person became stupid when he first entered the trade."

Judging from his vacant stare and the string of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, he must be an idiot.

There was another person, huddled in a corner of the cell, with his head down the whole time.

Yuan Kuilong walked closer and stared at the man for a long time: "This person is... the third son of the Lin family?"

“Yes!” Zhao Yingde nodded. “This is Lin Shao Cong, the third son of the Lin family.”

Yuan Kuilong was displeased: "Why did you arrest him?"

Zhao Yingde quickly took an apple from the back of his head and handed it to Yuan Kuilong: "Master Long, this is all Master Song's order. Master Song said that the six idiots need to have all their needs met, including food, clothing, shelter and transportation. The Lin family runs a boat, so they are the right family to take care of the transportation aspect. Without this family, we can't light your bowl."

Yuan Kuilong pushed the apple aside: "The Lin family has five skilled craftsmen, they are the real powerhouses, you all know that. There are so many people on the ship, why do you have to arrest Lin Shao Cong? Can't you find any other fools?"

Zhao Yingde pursed his lips: "Second Master said that the Lin family has been in the shipping industry for generations and has pure blood, so this person is the most suitable."

Second Uncle also said that everyone in the surrounding villages knew that the third son of the Lin family was an idiot and a cripple. He was a useless person and was not well-liked at home. No one would investigate his death.

Second Master also said that once you've mastered the craft, you'll soon become a sixth-level hero of Dingbang, so there's no need to fear the Lin family.

So the second master said…

"Second Master said, Second Master said, Second Master my ass!" Yuan Kuilong was furious. "You keep talking about Second Master, where do you put me, the master?"

Zhao Yingde trembled and quickly apologized, "Boss, I am utterly loyal to you!"

Yuan Kuilong roared, "Is loyalty something you can just talk about?"

Zhao Yingde said with a sincere expression, "What I say is the same as what I think."

"You think your mouth and your heart are the same? Do you think I'm that easy to fool?" Yuan Kuilong confronted him directly. "Where's your mouth?"

"Below the nose!"

Where is your heart?

"Inside the chest cavity!"

Yuan Kuilong retorted angrily, "How can that be the same?"

Zhao Yingde was also a little angry: "How is it different?"

Yuan Kuilong shouted, "I can see right under your nose, but how can I see inside your chest cavity?"

Zhao Yingde was a man of strong character. Upon hearing Yuan Kuilong speak like that, he tore open his collar and said, "Boss, I've followed you for so many years, and you don't even trust me? Today I'll show you my heart!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yingde pulled out a dagger, slit open his chest, and ripped out a heart. He then held it in his hand and handed it to Yuan Kuilong.

Yuan Kuilong's eyes immediately reddened: "Brother, I was just saying a few words in anger, why did you take it so seriously?"

The five idiots in the cell were terrified.

I'm even more terrified than before.

Zhao Guangping, who sells cloth, bit his own clothes.

Rong Xiaozhang, who sells steamed buns, bit his fist.

Bamboo weaver Feng Qiuling kept gnawing on the bars of the prison cell.

Pei Binru, who was making bricks, was so frightened that he wet himself and mixed mud with his own urine.

Lin Shao Cong, the third young master of the Lin family, found a piece of mud and secretly put it into his crotch.

Holding the heart, tears welling in his eyes, Zhao Yingde gasped for breath and said haltingly, "My husband, do you see how much I love you?"

"Brother saw it, my good brother..." Yuan Kuilong sobbed uncontrollably, took the heart, and took a bite.

Click!

With tears in his eyes, Zhao Yingde asked, "Is it crispy?"

"Crispy!" Yuan Kuilong nodded repeatedly. "Damn, it's really crispy! It's delicious inside!"

Zhao Yingde nodded repeatedly: "It's Xinli Mei, the Xinli Mei of Wanqingyuan, the first boatload of Xinli Mei that just arrived at Heishakou, I saved it for the boss!"

Yuan Kuilong hugged Zhao Yingde's heart and took another bite, tears streaming down his face: "Brother, I love eating 'Xin Xin Mei' (a type of glutinous rice cake), I knew you had me in your heart!"

The beauty in one's heart is a kind of radish. Yuan Kuilong kept crying because this radish was too spicy.

After finishing the radish, Yuan Kuilong asked the second-in-command, "Where did Song Yongchang go? Why can't we see him?"

“We’re still missing one idiot, so Second Master went to another state to look for him.” Zhao Yingde called over his subordinate Xiao Zhuzi and had him sew up the wound on his chest with a needle and thread.

Yuan Kuilong sensed something was wrong: "Why would we need to go to another state to catch an idiot?"

The wound on his chest was only half-stitched. Zhao Yingde opened it up to take a look and saw that his heart had already grown back. While stopping the bleeding, he replied, "This was also what Second Master predicted. He said that among these six idiots, there must be one from another state who cannot carry the blood of Wansheng State."

Yuan Kuilong didn't believe it: "What does this have to do with bloodline? What's the difference between bloodlines from other states and bloodlines from Wansheng State? He clearly wants to go to other states!"

"These are all things Second Master said, I don't know either..." Zhao Yingde looked at Yuan Kuilong's expression, carefully considering which words to say.

Yuan Kuilong's face was grim: "Song Yongchang went to another prefecture specifically to catch a fool, going to such great lengths and taking such risks, just to help me open a bowl? Do you think he would care so much about my affairs?"

"I really don't know what's on his mind. I'm so loyal to him, why don't you have another piece..." Zhao Yingde wanted to change the subject. This was a matter between the first and second leaders, and he really didn't want to get involved.

Yuan Kuilong walked out of the seedling house with a sullen face. An apple tree had grown in front of the seedling house, and the tree was full of green apples.

Seeing the tree, Yuan Kuilong felt much better: "Brothers, let's eat apples!"

Zhao Yingde was shocked. The chieftain had said that one day the fruit would ripen, and he never expected that today would be that day.

Yuan Kuilong's piss was amazing; his skills have improved.

Seeing that no one around him moved, Yuan Kuilong said to Zhao Yingde, "Brother, you eat one first!"

"No, let the boss eat first."

"I've already eaten, you can eat, don't be shy with me."

"Husband, these fruits aren't ripe yet. How about we wait a couple more days?"

"No need to wait, half-ripe apples are the best, crisp and sweet!" Yuan Kuilong picked an apple for Zhao Yingde. "Look how juicy this fruit is, eat it quickly."

It's quite fresh, with water droplets still clinging to it.

It's 2 PM now; there shouldn't be any dew at this time.

So where do these water droplets come from?

Zhao Yingde looked at the apple and said softly, "Honey, can I peel it before I eat it?"

"Why peel it?" Yuan Kuilong disagreed. "Apple peels are the most flavorful part!"

“Okay, I’ll eat it. My husband cares about me…” Zhao Yingde was moved to tears and ate the apple.

Yuan Kuilong shouted to a group of bandits, "Brothers, don't be shy, eat up! Today you're eating apples with me, tomorrow you'll be conquering the world with me!"

The bandits grew up watching this apple tree.

Anyone with eyes can see that this apple tree grew up in a honey pot, producing golden honey.

Is it easy to be a bandit?
They didn't really want to eat.

Yuan Kuilong's smile suddenly vanished, and the bandits were terrified.

"Anyone who doesn't eat this apple today isn't my brother! Hunlong Village won't tolerate him today!"

Everyone in Hunlong Village knows that Yuan Kuilong likes to joke, but no one can be sure which of his words are true.

While eating an apple, Zhao Yingde shouted, "Didn't you hear what the boss ordered? Everyone eat this! No one is allowed to peel or wash it! Anyone who doesn't eat it will have all their wages deducted this month!"

The bandits gritted their teeth and picked fruit to eat.

One of the bandits sobbed twice: "They still won't let us wash, this is too much of a bullying."

Watching his brothers eat apples, Yuan Kuilong was very happy. He asked Zhao Yingde, "Did Old Song tell you what kind of person he's going to arrest?"

Zhao Yingde gritted his teeth and finished the apple: "Second Master said that this depends on fate. He said that you can't just find a fool from another state. You have to find one who doesn't look foolish but is actually really foolish."

“A stroke of luck? That’s just bullshit!” Yuan Kuilong picked another apple and handed it to Zhao Yingde. “When Old Song returns to the mountain, tell me immediately. I want to see what kind of idiot he can bring back.”

……

"Your name is Zhang Laifu?"

"Yes! It's a blessing to enjoy life!"

The interviewer was very satisfied; the name sounded perfect. Huan Guo, Yue Dong Province, Dongguan City, Nanzhu Film and Television Base.

Next to a construction site, there is a two-story prefabricated house with the words "Wansheng Film and Television Company" written on it.

The second floor of the prefabricated building is a temporary office where Wansheng Film and Television Company is recruiting actors. As soon as the flyers were handed out, people came to audition.

Interviewer Lao Song, holding Zhang Laifu's application form, and his assistant Lao Zheng, scrutinized the young man before them.

"Aren't you a professional actor?"

Zhang Laifu shook his head: "I'm a university student majoring in civil engineering, and I work part-time as an actor."

The interviewer took out an apple, rubbed it on his clothes, took a bite, and asked, "You studied civil engineering, so why did you choose a career in the performing arts?"

The real reason was that other part-time jobs were hard to find, but Zhang Laifu felt that answer was too direct, so he chose a more tactful way of expressing it: "Architecture and film can both express art, they are just slightly different in form!"

This statement has some depth; this person doesn't seem to be a fool. Old Song looked at Old Zheng, feeling a little uneasy.

Old Zheng blinked slightly, signaling Old Song to observe again.

"You have a very profound understanding of art!" Old Song praised Zhang Laifu, then carefully observed Zhang Laifu's appearance.

"He has an honest face, ordinary features, average build, and dull eyes. His body is in good condition with no serious defects, possessing the basic qualities of an excellent actor!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Laifu puffed out his chest: "Other film crews say the same thing. They say I'm naturally suited to be an extra."

"You used to be an extra?" The interviewer looked closely at Zhang Laifu's work resume and felt that it was a bit vague.

He asked Zhang Laifu, "Have you ever acted properly?"

Zhang Laifu nodded vigorously: "I've acted before, I'm very experienced!"

Have you ever played a role with lines?

Zhang Laifu replied tactfully, "I've been waiting for this opportunity!"

The interviewer put down the application form, picked up his notebook, and gave a brief self-introduction.

"I am the deputy general manager of Wansheng Film and Television Company, and also the interviewer for this recruitment. My surname is Song. You can call me General Manager Song or Lao Song."

Zhang Laifu responded earnestly: "Hello, Lao Song."

After finishing his apple, Old Song wiped his hands and wrote two words in his notebook: "Insolent."

He took an apple out of his bag and continued, "Don't be so reserved. I'll just ask a few simple questions. Have you ever been to a film company interview before?"

Zhang Laifu shook his head and said, "I've never participated before; this is my first time."

"Have you never been on another film crew?"

"I've worked on other film crews, but I've never auditioned."

"Why haven't you ever had an interview? Is it because you're not qualified?"

Zhang Laifu tried to maintain a tactful attitude: "Other places don't even need to interview extras; they don't have as many problems as you do."

Old Song nodded slightly and wrote two more words in his notebook: rude.

"You're very honest, so why did you choose our company?"

Zhang Laifu pointed to the flyer in his hand: "You pay more. Other places pay extras 130 a day, but you pay 160."

Do you think this thirty yuan is important?

"It's very important! With this extra thirty yuan, we can have a whole chicken tonight, no need for rice!"

Old Song nodded repeatedly: "My judgment was indeed correct. You are a person with a higher pursuit of art!"

After saying that, he wrote down two more words: vulgar.

Old Song continued, "But I want to emphasize one point: we are different from those makeshift teams. Our Wansheng Company is at the top of the film and television industry, and we have higher requirements for our employees."

What we need are not irresponsible extras, but excellent performing artists.

We value not only your talent in the performing arts, but also your understanding and appreciation of the performing arts!
Tell me first, what are your dreams for your artistic path?

A glimmer of light appeared in Zhang Laifu's previously lifeless eyes, and he answered in an extremely firm tone: "Make money, enjoy life!"

Old Song wasn't satisfied with this answer: "Your dream is just to enjoy a life of luxury?"

Zhang Laifu felt there was nothing wrong with his answer: "Isn't your dream to enjoy a life of luxury?"

Old Song smiled calmly: "Everyone's dreams are different."

Zhang Laifu looked surprised: "Doesn't someone's dream include enjoying a life of luxury?"

Old Song frowned and stared at Zhang Laifu, saying, "Some people have bigger dreams; they want to achieve more."

Zhang Laifu agreed: "Achieve success, then enjoy the fruits of your labor."

"Achieving success is not just about enjoying life, but also about gaining recognition from the world." Old Song was still trying to guide Zhang Laifu.

Zhang Laifu still agrees: "Gain recognition, and then enjoy a life of luxury."

“Gaining recognition is for the purpose of gaining a higher status and position.” Old Song’s voice rose slightly.

Zhang Laifu strongly agreed: "Obtain status and position, and then enjoy life in peace and comfort."

"People can't always focus on themselves. Some people dedicate their entire lives to striving for the benefit of more people. That is the truly noble dream!" Old Song's expression grew increasingly serious, even somewhat agitated.

Zhang Laifu raised his head and said firmly, "That is to bring happiness to more people."

"Well, actually, he... I really admire you."

Old Song wrote two words in his notebook: shallow.

Putting down his notebook, Lao Song picked up a blank sheet of paper: "There were originally two sets of test papers for this interview, but we are in a hurry to hire people on set. Given your ideals and beliefs in the acting career, we have decided to omit some unimportant details and focus on the key issues in the professional field of performing arts."

As he spoke, Old Song drew on the paper with a pen.

Bang! Ring ring ring! Bang! Ring ring ring!
He painted while watching the expression on Zhang Laifu's face.

Zhang Laifu felt the sound was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. The rhythmic tapping gave Zhang Laifu the illusion of snowflakes falling.

However, this sound shouldn't be coming from the tip of a pen.

Old Song pushed the paper in front of Zhang Laifu: "If you were a train driver, what would you choose?"

Upon seeing this question, Zhang Laifu felt somewhat helpless.

This is a very common question: A train is traveling on a forked railway. Ten people are tied to the left track, and one person is tied to the right track.

Old Song ate an apple, looking intently at Zhang Laifu.

This question seems a bit too difficult for this fool.

"The questions are difficult, aren't they? You've never seen them before, have you?" Old Song smiled at Zhang Laifu.

Zhang Laifu replied, "How could I not have seen it before? Is this your first day as an interviewer?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Old Song coughed a few more times.

He picked up his pen, thought for a long time, and wrote three words: "Damn it."

Zhang Laifu frowned; he loathed such questions.

He was a senior in college, and seniors have to go out and look for jobs. Interviewers had asked him countless questions like this, and in Zhang Laifu's memory, no matter how he answered these kinds of questions, he was wrong.

Does this kind of question have anything to do with the performing arts? Does it have anything to do with recruiting extras?
No matter how much I hate it, I have to give a decent answer for the sake of tonight's chicken.

Seeing Zhang Laifu deep in thought made Lao Song feel much better: "Laifu, if you don't know, just say you don't know. Don't pretend to know if you don't understand!"

Let me give you a hint: you need to put your own emotions into the role. You need to truly imagine yourself as the train driver. This is called perspective-taking. Do you understand?

Old Song's suggestion immediately gave Zhang Laifu an idea. He put himself in the role as an actor and gave a very rigorous answer: "I can't drive a train."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Old Song coughed for a while, and an apple seed got into his throat.

"Laifu, let's assume you can drive a train."

Zhang Laifu replied very seriously: "This has nothing to do with the train driver. The person who switches the tracks can decide which way the train goes."

and many more!

This person knows a lot.

Is he really stupid?

Old Song nodded and said, "You have good common sense. Now, let's assume I know how to switch tracks, and the lever is in my hand."

Bang! Ding ding ding!
Old Song drew another picture of a person operating a railway switch, holding a lever in his hand: "If I turn it to the left, the train goes to the left; if I turn it to the right, the train goes to the right. Which side do you think I should choose?"

He deliberately showed off his skills in front of Zhang Laifu to see Zhang Laifu's reaction.

Zhang Laifu looked at the man who was operating the switch; the drawing really did look like him.

Since the interviewer takes this question so seriously, Zhang Laifu must demonstrate some real talent if he wants to get the job.

He organized his thoughts and replied, "You can choose whichever you like, no one will say you're wrong anyway."

Old Song glanced at Zhang Laifu sideways, not understanding what Zhang Laifu meant: "How come no one has said I'm wrong?"

Zhang Laifu replied, "The train has already passed by, who would say you're wrong?"

Old Song took a moment to process what Zhang Laifu meant.

The train has passed, and those who survived will surely say that Old Song was right.

Even if the dead think Old Song was wrong, they won't speak up anymore.

Old Song's heart sank, and Old Zheng also frowned.

Is this person stupid or not?
After a long silence, Old Song said to Zhang Laifu, "I am a good person."

Zhang Laifu looked at Lao Song, then at the painting on the table, and asked seriously, "If he's a good person, why tie him to the railway tracks?"

This statement hits the nail on the head again.

Old Song then asked, "Do you think I tied them up?"

Zhang Laifu retorted, "Then tell me, who tied him up?"

Old Song said helplessly, "I don't know who tied him up!"

Zhang Laifu was also helpless: "You don't know anything, why are you asking me?"

Old Song kept looking at Zhang Laifu: "Have you ever thought you had intellectual disabilities?"

Zhang Laifu shook his head and said, "My intelligence is fine. My teachers and classmates all say that I am very intelligent."

"What they told you."

“They told me, your IQ is terrifying!” Zhang Laifu looked back at Lao Song, waiting for his next question.

Old Song stroked the drawing paper on the table: "What do you think of my drawing skills?"

"It's fine," Zhang Laifu replied truthfully.

"Take a closer look!"

Bang jingle jingle! Bang jingle jingle!
This time, Lao Song didn't use a pen; he drew directly on the paper with his fingers.

The original footage only showed railway tracks, trains, and people; now it includes mountains, rivers, and distant cities, making it more realistic and three-dimensional.

It is indeed very three-dimensional.

The mountains in the picture are all raised up, and I don't know what they're made of.

Old Song picked up the painting and waved it in front of Zhang Laifu: "Did you see how I painted?"

He wanted to instill fear in Zhang Laifu.

No matter how well a fool tries to act like a normal person, he will eventually reveal his true nature in the face of fear.

Zhang Laifu looked at the painting, then at Lao Song: "Are you asking me to look at the painting, or at you?"

The two looked at each other without saying a word for almost a minute.

Zhang Laifu's eyes were full of anticipation.

Can you make 160 a day?
Old Song opened his notebook and wrote down two more words: Simple.

If you remove "damn it," there are five words left.

Unruly, rude, vulgar, shallow, naive.

With so many qualities, who would think he's not a fool?

After reviewing the five words twice, Lao Song handed the notebook to Lao Zheng behind him.

"Old Zheng, it's rare to see someone who possesses so many excellent qualities at the same time. Do you think this person is suitable?"

After looking at it, Old Zheng nodded and said, "I think this guy is good!"

Old Song took out a contract from his desk drawer and handed it to Zhang Laifu: "You've been hired. From now on, you'll be a formal actor at Wansheng Film and Television Company."

P.S.: Dear readers, I've arrived, bringing with me a heart full of love and dedication. This heart is bright red, filled with sweetness and sweetness, and I present it to you all with both hands!
(End of this chapter)