Eternal madness

Chapter 2 Wansheng Film and Television
Zhang Laifu was hired.

The other party has brought the entire contract over!

Zhang Laifu opened the contract and went straight to the salary clause: "One hundred and sixty a day, right?"

“That’s attendance pay,” Old Song turned to page nineteen of the contract. “Your monthly salary also includes a base salary and a performance-based salary. Since this is your first day on the job, you’ll receive your full base salary this month, and half of your performance-based salary. After deducting social insurance and housing fund contributions, you’ll still have a little over 20,000 yuan left.”

"They pay you every month?" Zhang Laifu had never encountered a film crew like this before; extras were usually paid daily.

"We're a legitimate organization, so of course we get paid every month!" Old Song started packing his things, putting all the documents on the table into his bag.

"Twenty thousand? And that includes social insurance and housing fund?" Zhang Laifu hadn't even realized what was happening; he was calculating how many chickens twenty thousand yuan could buy.

Twenty thousand is too big a number; one hundred and sixty feels much more approachable!
Holding the registration form, Old Song asked Zhang Laifu, "Is the card number on this real?"

“It’s true,” Zhang Laifu checked carefully. “Well, you don’t need to swipe your card for the 160 yuan, you can just…”

"Old Zheng, transfer the money to his account."

"Okay." Old Zheng agreed and made a call to the finance department. A little while later, Zhang Laifu's phone rang.

My salary of 21,832 yuan has been deposited into my account.

Really give?

Zhang Laifu checked his phone, then looked up at Lao Song.

Something's not right here, is it?

Zhang Laifu did not study acting; he has never played a role with lines.

Even if they were to offer me a formal job, I'd have to wait until I graduate, right?

Even without an internship, it's impossible to earn 20,000 a month, right?
Where is your company located?

Old Zheng replied, "It's not far from here."

"Not far?" Zhang Laifu asked with deep skepticism. "Isn't it in China?"

"Don't worry, we brought a car, we'll be there soon." Old Zheng took down the banner and turned off the power, it seemed that this temporary office was about to be abandoned.

Zhang Laifu coughed twice: "I'm a little excited. I'll go downstairs and buy a bottle of water."

Old Song handed Zhang Laifu a bottle of water: "Calm down first. If there are no problems, sign the contract."

Zhang Laifu unscrewed the bottle cap, but didn't drink it. He placed the bottle on the table and carefully reviewed the contract in his hand.

Old Song glanced at his watch: "We can look at the details on the way. What you need to do now is get into work mode as soon as possible. Come with me to the set."

Zhang Laifu asked, "Shall we go to the film set now?"

Old Song nodded: "Didn't I already say that we're short-staffed on set?"

Zhang Laifu put the contract into his pocket, then looked up and solemnly said to Lao Song and Lao Zheng, "I've read the contract, there are no major problems. Lao Song, Lao Zheng, you've worked hard these past two days. Go back and pack your things, we're short-staffed on set, we'll start work tonight."

"Uh..." Old Zheng looked at Zhang Laifu with a puzzled expression, "What did you mean by that just now?"

Zhang Laifu frowned and looked Lao Zheng up and down: "What did you not understand? I just said that we're going to start work tonight. Do you have any objections?"

After saying that, Zhang Laifu stormed off in a huff.

Old Zheng stood there, stunned, then turned to Old Song and asked, "Second Master, this guy speaks with the air of the Big Boss. Could he be someone sent by the Big Boss...?"

Old Song was still busy packing his things when he impatiently pointed to the door: "What boss sent him! He's trying to run away, hurry up and bring him back!"

Old Zheng isn't particularly smart, but Old Song doesn't like people who are too smart either.

Zhang Laifu was running down the stairs when he suddenly heard a song: "Hiss~ Cold! A breeze blows in this sweltering summer~"

As Lao Zheng sang, he walked over to Zhang Laifu.

He sings?
This doesn't seem to be a song.

I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before.

He sang so well.

Zhang Laifu felt he had never heard such a beautiful melody in his life; it was as if the melody had entered his ears and captivated his cochlea.

There's no time to listen to music now, I need to get out of here quickly.

No, I can't walk!
It wasn't just the cochlea that was being held back, but also his two legs. When Lao Zheng went fast, Zhang Laifu followed suit; when Lao Zheng stopped, Zhang Laifu stopped as well.

What kind of technology is this? Is it psychological suggestion?
Zhang Laifu struggled to control his legs. Old Song walked over and looked at Zhang Laifu with a smile: "Is it nice? Want to hear it? Haven't heard it before?"

People are most sincere when they are in fear, and Lao Song really wanted to see Zhang Laifu's fear.

Zhang Laifu was calm, at least his face was calm: "I've heard a few excerpts online, this seems to be called Pingtan."

Old Song was surprised by Zhang Laifu's composure: "You have a good knowledge base, can you understand it?"

Zhang Laifu shook his head and said, "I don't understand the lyrics."

Old Song instructed, "It's okay if you don't understand, but as an excellent actor, you have to act like you do understand, even if you don't. You have to get into character!"

"Yes, I got into character very quickly."

Zhang Laifu has to face reality; he's currently under Lao Zheng's control.

While I was talking to Lao Song, Zhang Laifu's legs were still following Lao Zheng's steps.

This person has special abilities, and it's not easy to get away from him.

Where do their abilities come from? Are they some kind of high-tech tool?
Do they control what I want to do? Is it really necessary to use such advanced tools on me?

It's definitely not about money; someone who wants money wouldn't target a poor student.

Perhaps they wanted to kill me? But I have no grudge against them.

Are they going to sell organs?
The three left the prefab house and came to a minivan.

The driver, Lao Yu, opened the car door, and Zhang Laifu took a step forward, seemingly about to get in, when he suddenly turned around and said, "I left my documents on the table and forgot to take them."

He planned to use the opportunity of retrieving his documents to run away, but when he turned around, the temporary housing of Wansheng Film and Television was gone.

How could such a large two-story prefabricated house suddenly disappear?
He wanted to go back to the location of the temporary housing to take another look, but then he heard Old Zheng start singing again.

"Yilin is beautiful~ Cui Yingying is radiant!"

Zhang Laifu truly couldn't understand Pingtan; he couldn't understand a single word.

But Lao Zheng sang so well, each note and melody flowing like a stream from the strings of a pipa, that Zhang Laifu couldn't take his steps and his guard slowly disappeared.

Where did the pipa come from?
Old Zheng didn't play the pipa, but there was a faint pipa accompaniment in his singing!

We can't let our guard down, and we can't let Lao Zheng distract us. Where did that prefab house go?

“Here it is!” Old Song took the document out of his bag and handed it to Zhang Laifu. It was a cloth bag, grayish-white in color, somewhat similar to the exterior of the prefabricated house.

“I just saw you leave your ID on the table. You have to change this forgetful habit. Our film set is huge. If you leave your ID on set, it will be hard to find.”

wow~
Old Song bent down and carefully inspected the car: "Where is it leaking?"

Driver Lao Yu looked at Lao Song: "Your bag! Your bag is leaking!"

Old Song picked it up and saw that the grayish-white cloth bag was dripping water.

He took a bottle of water out of his bag and found that the bottle had no cap.

"Laifu, this water is from me, right? Your forgetfulness will cause big problems in the future. Look what you've done to my bag."

Zhang Laifu knew that things had gotten really bad.

This bottle of water was indeed given to Zhang Laifu by Lao Song. Zhang Laifu didn't drink it at the time; he just unscrewed the cap and put it on the table.

He remembered very clearly that Lao Song did not put the bottle of water in his bag, and a normal person should not put a bottle of water without a cap in their bag.

So where did this bottle of water come from?

Old Song took out an apple and started nagging as he ate it: "You're not an extra anymore, you're a full-time employee of Wansheng Film and Television. You have to maintain the basic qualities of an excellent actor at all times."

Do you know what the basic qualities of an excellent actor are?

Zhang Laifu thought about it. Regarding the issue of professional conduct, the extras' guild had said: "Arrive on set on time and guarantee you won't be late!"

Old Song shook his head repeatedly: "That's labor discipline, not professional ethics. To be an excellent actor, the most basic requirement is to get into character. From now on, you have to keep the play in mind at all times."

Zhang Laifu first looked at the amiable Old Song, then at the kind-faced Old Zheng, then at the serious-looking driver Old Yu, and then looked around at the desolate wilderness.

He took out his phone.

"I never imagined that I, an extra, would have the opportunity to become a full-time employee of Wansheng Film and Television Company. I'm so excited! Can we take a picture together?"

Old Song shook his head and said, "Why take a photo now? Let's wait until filming is finished."

"Can I take a selfie?"

"What's so interesting about this place? Let's go."

Old Song didn't want to be photographed, but Zhang Laifu insisted on taking pictures.

He turned on his phone screen and glanced at it.

My phone has no signal.

The signal was strong when I was collecting my wages, but it's gone now.
They have tools to block signals.

Zhang Laifu opened his camera and took a few photos.

We need to capture the license plate number and also include the people in the photo; these are crucial clues for the rescue.

Old Song and Old Zheng got on the bus, but the driver, Old Yu, was still waiting by the bus. However, he deliberately avoided Zhang Laifu's camera, and no photo captured Old Yu's face.

After taking the photos, Zhang Laifu suddenly shouted, "Something's wrong with your exhaust pipe. Did someone put something in it?"

"Who did this!" Old Yu immediately turned off the engine and went to check the exhaust pipe.

Zhang Laifu noticed that Lao Yu was very vigilant, and he was worried that he would be ambushed.

After checking the exhaust pipe and finding nothing unusual, Lao Yu looked up again and saw that Zhang Laifu had already run far away.

"That little brat!" Old Yu got up to chase after him, only to find that Old Song had already caught up.

Old Yu turned to Old Zheng and asked, "Is this guy an idiot or not?"

Old Zheng was also unsure: "I think so, but sometimes I don't think so."

Old Yu couldn't understand why they needed to find this person: "There are plenty of fools in this big outlying state, why did Second Master have to come all the way here to look for him?"

Old Zheng shook his head and said, "Ordinary idiots won't do. They have to be idiots who don't look like idiots. Second Master said there are quite a few such idiots in the film studio."

"Isn't that just something to fool the boss?"

Old Zheng waved his hands repeatedly: "This is not a lie, it's the truth. We need a fool who doesn't look like a fool to open the bowl for the boss."

Old Yu frowned and said, "This guy knows how to run away; he's definitely not stupid!"

Old Zheng disagreed: "When you slaughter a pig, it knows to run away. Does that mean the pig isn't stupid? It depends on how stupid it is."

Old Yu cracked his knuckles and loosened his wrists: "Have you ever slaughtered a pig? You have to tie it up before you can start. Let's tie this kid up and carry him back, isn't that enough?"

"Don't rush, let's talk about it once we're on the train."

A short while later, Old Song returned with Zhang Laifu, praising him repeatedly: "Laifu, your performance just now was very smooth and natural, demonstrating the professionalism of a true actor."

Zhang Laifu said with a simple smile, "I was quite nervous. I felt a lot of pressure in front of these seniors. My performance just now was mainly to show the sense of urgency and crisis in an emergency!"

The pressure was indeed immense; he truly hadn't expected that Old Song, a middle-aged man, could run so much faster than him.

Not only was he fast, but when Lao Song touched Zhang Laifu, Zhang Laifu felt like he was stepping on cotton and couldn't run anymore.

With Lao Song present, it would be very difficult to escape.

"Both of you seniors are really into your roles," Zhang Laifu said with a smile to Lao Yu and Lao Zheng.

Lao Yu didn't say anything.

Old Zheng opened the car door: "Yes, everyone's in character. Get in the car quickly."

Once in the car, Lao Zheng and the driver sat in the front, while Zhang Laifu and Lao Song sat in the back.

After the car started moving, Zhang Laifu took out his phone, but there was still no signal.

Old Song tapped Zhang Laifu's phone: "Laifu, it's working hours now, don't play on your phone, pay attention to work discipline."

We need to get to the set now. We'll start working as soon as we get there. You should change into your costume first.

Old Song took out a light blue diagonal-front long gown and a white felt hat and handed them to Zhang Laifu.

Zhang Laifu took off his coat and put on a long gown. Having worked as an extra for over a year, he was very skilled at changing costumes, changing whenever and wherever he wanted, regardless of the occasion or location.

They had no choice but to switch; Lao Song and Lao Zheng kept a close eye on Zhang Laifu.

Changing into a long gown, donning a felt hat, and sporting a pair of round-framed sunglasses, Zhang Laifu looked like a merchant from a hundred years ago.

Old Song exclaimed, "Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. Once you put on the clothes, you can instantly transform the ordinary into the extraordinary!"

Zhang Laifu looked at Lao Song: "Turning decay into magic, isn't that an inappropriate way to describe it?"

"How could it be inappropriate?" Old Yu thought it was a good choice. "Our Second Master is an educated man!"

Zhang Laifu looked around: "Who is Second Master?"

Old Song explained to Zhang Laifu, "When it's time to start filming, we have to use a character to replace the real person. My character in this drama is Second Master, and the character is set up as someone who has been to school."

Zhang Laifu asked, "What's my rank in the film crew?"

Old Yu felt that since things had come to this point, there was no need to hide it from Zhang Laifu: "You're Yangzi."

Zhang Laifu still didn't understand: "What is a seedling?"

Old Song felt the play had to continue: "Yangzi is a character's nickname, just like Lao Yu's nickname is Yu Qiasuan, Lao Zheng's nickname is Zheng Pipa, and you'll also see Lao Liang later, whose nickname is Liang Yixin. If you hear people calling each other by nicknames, don't be surprised, it's all required by the script."

Old Yu rubbed his hand on the steering wheel: "Yu the Calculator is really my nickname. I'm a person who can predict the future."

Old Zheng chuckled and said, "They call me Zheng Pipa because I like to sing Pingtan, and Pingtan needs the accompaniment of a pipa."

Zhang Laifu laughed too: "They like to call me Yangzi, is it because I know how to plant rice seedlings?"

Old Song nodded repeatedly: "You're right, you're meant to be planted rice seedlings. When we're filming, we'll call you 'Seedling,' and when we're not filming, we'll call you 'Lucky.'"

Old Song and Old Zheng also changed their clothes, and even Old Yu, who was driving, changed his clothes while the car was red. All three of them put on long gowns and felt hats, with slight differences in style. Old Song's clothes were more exquisite in terms of materials and workmanship.

After changing his clothes, Lao Song was not satisfied with Zhang Laifu's hairstyle: "You need to fix your hair properly, it has to match the era depicted in the script."

Zhang Laifu asked, "I don't need to shave my head, right? Shaving the sideburns will cost an extra ten yuan, and shaving the head completely will cost an extra forty yuan. There are rules for that."

Old Song, while eating an apple, said, "You have to change your habit of being a temporary actor. You are a full-time employee now, and you have to follow the rules and regulations no matter what you do."

"You should proactively overcome difficulties at work. If the production crew's requirements negatively impact your image, the company will provide appropriate compensation through performance-based pay." Zhang Laifu asked, "What are the specific policies?"

"The rules and regulations cannot be introduced in a general way. You will need to learn them systematically after you join the company."

Zhang Laifu looked at the apple in Lao Song's hand. Although it wasn't anything rare, the apple's aroma was very tempting.

Where did you buy this apple?

Before Lao Song could answer, Lao Yu replied, "These are from our grain depot; every piece of fruit carries the deep affection and care of the grain depot!"

Zhang Laifu had never heard of this term: "What is a grain depot?"

"The grain depot is in charge of money and grain..."

Old Song picked up the thread: "Grain Master is a nickname we gave him. He's a middle-level manager in our company, the director of the logistics department."

After finishing one apple, Old Song took another.

Zhang Laifu suddenly realized: "This logistics department director must be a woman. She gave you so many apples, so you two must have a very close relationship."

Assistant Zheng turned around and looked at Lao Song.

The driver, Lao Yu, also looked at Lao Song through the rearview mirror.

Old Song looked at the apple and pursed his lips.

"Actually, it's all just colleague affection, it's all just acting..." Old Song handed the apple in his hand to Zhang Laifu: "Laifu, you have good talent, you're quite the actor."

……

The car left the film studio and drove to the outskirts of the city, arriving at an office building. Zhang Laifu got out of the car with Lao Song.

The office building has twenty or thirty floors. Judging from its grandeur, it should be a legitimate company. With Zheng Pipa's Suzhou storytelling playing in his ears, Zhang Laifu realized that his guard was getting lower and lower.

"This building is so beautiful, I have to take a picture!" Zhang Laifu took out his phone again, and Lao Song did not stop him.

We must take photos of this building, just like the license plate number; these are crucial rescue information.

After taking more than a dozen photos, Lao Yu urged, "It's about time we went. A bunch of people are waiting for you here!"

Zhang Laifu put away his phone and asked Lao Yu, "How many floors does this building have?"

Old Yu looked up and said, "Thirty-one floors."

Counting so fast?

Isn't this just guessing?
Lao Yu was clearly unfamiliar with this building.

Zhang Laifu just counted; this building has thirty-two floors.

Old Zheng counted carefully behind him: "It really is thirty-one floors."

Zhang Laifu remained silent, indicating that these people were unfamiliar with the building.

Why did they come to this building?
As they approached the building entrance, Old Song gave a word of advice: "Laifu, it's your first day at work, and you don't have a work permit yet. When you go through the turnstile, you'd better stick close to me."

"Okay!" Zhang Laifu looked up at the office building again, and it seemed to have become a little shorter.

The driver, Lao Yu, urged from behind, "What are you looking at? This is a legitimate company. Hurry up and follow Second Master."

When Lao Song arrived at the door, he took out a card and passed through the first gate.

Before the gate closed, Lao Yu gave Zhang Laifu a push from behind and followed Lao Song through the gate.

Ahead was a spacious lobby, more spacious than any office building lobby Zhang Laifu had ever seen.

Moreover, the decor doesn't resemble that of an office building.

The ground was made of square stone slabs, surrounded by sturdy stone pillars. The roof was very high, resembling the dome of a Western church, with glass windows set high in the walls, letting in a few rays of dim yellow light.

What kind of place is this?
I feel like I've seen it before, but I'm not that familiar with it.

The lobby on the first floor was bustling with people. Some were wearing suits, some were wearing Zhongshan suits, some were wearing long robes, and some were wearing short shirts with Chinese knot buttons.

A person in uniform hurried past. Zhang Laifu wanted to go up and ask a few questions, but about ten people blocked his way. These people bowed to Lao Song together.

Old Song looked at Zhang Laifu and said, "These are all actors, and they are all seniors in the company. You should learn from them. When you get on set, you should address each other by your roles."

This is Lao Yan, this is Lao Zhao, this is Lao Gu, this is Lao Qiao, this is Lao Liang, and these two are…”

Among the crowd were two new faces, and Liang Yixin quickly stepped forward to introduce them: "This is Xiao Han, and this is Xiao Meng. These are our two newly recruited actors."

Old Yu looked at Old Liang: "What kind of actors are you recruiting? Didn't we already agree on this? This is our business, you don't need to worry about it!"

Old Liang chuckled and said, "I was worried you wouldn't have enough time, so I recruited two of them from another film studio. Don't worry, they're not from the same film studio, so there won't be any problems..."

Old Song waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's all for the company's sake. I think hiring these two new people is quite good."

Xiao Han is a man in his late twenties, dressed in a sharp suit, with a dignified appearance and the demeanor of a professional actor.

He showed great respect to Mr. Song, bowing repeatedly as they shook hands: "Mr. Song, my name is Han Yucheng. It is my honor to meet you today."

Zhang Laifu said from the side, "No need to be polite, just call him Lao Song."

Old Zheng glared at Zhang Laifu: "You should be mindful of your behavior in the workplace."

Zhang Laifu quickly corrected himself: "In a work setting, you have to call him Second Master, and I'll call him Yangzi."

Song Yongchang chuckled twice: "I was talking about the character..."

Upon hearing Zhang Laifu refer to himself as "Yangzi," the group praised him unanimously.

"Second Master is amazing. This young man looks respectable, but he really is a fool."

"Second Master's judgment is spot on; Second Master is educated!"

Zhang Laifu said to Han Yucheng, "I said my name is Yangzi, did you hear me?"

Does this man surnamed Han know his own identity?
Han Yucheng ignored Zhang Laifu and continued speaking to Lao Song: "President Song, I just returned from abroad. During my studies, I mainly studied acting, and I also had some experience in directing and screenwriting. I came back this time mainly to get some experience at the top of the industry in China. If there are any shortcomings in my work in the future..."

Han Yucheng talked too much, and kept talking to Lao Song.

Xiao Meng was a young woman, very beautiful, and about the same age as Zhang Laifu.

"Hello, Mr. Song. My name is Meng Xuanxuan. This is my first time acting."

As she spoke, Meng Xuanxuan blushed, the color spreading from her cheeks to her ears. She gently held Lao Song's hand for a long time, reluctant to let go.

She was treating Lao Song like a sugar daddy. Lao Song knew what the girl was thinking, so he smiled and didn't say anything.

Zhang Laifu, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. He glared at Meng Xuanxuan and said, "Don't be like this. Our Second Master has someone in his heart."

Meng Xuanxuan pretended not to understand: "Who is it?"

"We have our grain depot! You understand what a grain depot is? It's in charge of grain and money, and our grain depot has apples..."

Old Song took an apple, stuffed it into Zhang Laifu's mouth, and instructed Old Yu and Old Zheng: "Go and get a pass for the new employee."

The two went together, but Lao Yu didn't understand Lao Song's order: "What pass?"

Old Zheng laughed and said, "It's just buying tickets."

"Just say you're buying tickets, why all this roundabout stuff?"

"I'm just afraid they'll overhear me, I can't let them suspect anything."

"You know, Lao Liang loves to show off. Does he even need to care about this? He's just making a couple more idiots!"

"Having a couple more idiots is like having extra insurance; what if something goes wrong on the way?"

“If you don’t want anything to go wrong, you should do as I say: tie them all up, gag them, put each of them in a sack, and send them straight up the mountain.”

Old Zheng laughed: "If you carried three burlap sacks onto the train, would they let you on?"

"Then sing a song and let them follow along."

"You want me to sing songs the whole way? Aren't you afraid I'll tire myself out?"

"Then let our Second Master come up with a solution..."

Old Zheng shook his head and laughed, "Look how impatient you are. The ticket inspectors at the station are not easy to fool. If you tamper with something, they will see through it. Let's wait until we're on the train."

The two people bought their tickets. A dozen or so people walked through the hall and came to the corridor, which had a dozen or so elevators on each side.

Zhang Laifu asked in astonishment, "Why are there so many elevators?"

Xiao Han and Xiao Meng didn't want to talk to Zhang Laifu. He spoke incoherently and made a lot of noise when he saw an elevator. They didn't know how a fool like him got into the film crew.

Old Song patiently explained to Zhang Laifu, "Our company is a leader in the industry, with dozens of films being shot at the same time. In order to ensure the smooth operation of the film crew, we naturally need more elevators."

The elevator doors opened, and Lao Song handed Zhang Laifu a ticket: "Take this ticket, it's for the elevator operator."

What era are we living in? There are still elevator operators?

"What's this ticket for?"

"Haven't you heard of a work permit? You need a work permit to join a film crew. We're a legitimate company." Old Song handed the permit to the elevator operator, who then used pliers to cut a notch in the permit.

Zhang Laifu looked down at the ticket in his hand; the blue cardboard ticket was covered with dense writing.

He only made out the four largest numbers: 1168.

Before I could even read on, Lao Yu urged me again from behind: "Hurry up and give them the tickets, what are you dawdling for?"

Zhang Laifu gave the ticket to the elevator operator, who cut a notch in the ticket and was about to hand it back to Zhang Laifu when Lao Song took it away.

Xiao Han and Xiao Meng's tickets were also taken away.

The elevator operator called out, "Are they all number 1168?"

Some people responded, some remained silent, but no one said no.

The elevator operator pressed the numbers 1168 on the touchscreen, and the elevator shuddered and began to move upwards.

The office building only had about thirty floors. Zhang Laifu didn't understand what 1168 meant, so he asked, "Does this mean we have to go to the floor over a thousand?"

Han Yucheng didn't want to look at Zhang Laifu even once more.

This person is incredibly stupid. How could there possibly be a building with more than a thousand floors?

Old Song laughed too: "What building has more than a thousand floors? 1168 is the code name for our film crew. Our film crew is on the designated floor."

Wow!

The elevator door opens.

The operator shouted, "1168 has arrived!"

Outside the elevator doors was a long, narrow corridor with rows of doors on either side.

Zhang Laifu asked, "Is this our film crew?"

Old Song nodded: "Let's go to the film set first. Filming will start soon, so you need to get into character as soon as possible."

Everyone held their tickets, looked at the numbers on them, and searched for their corresponding rooms.

Old Yan and Old Qiao led Han Yucheng into room number sixteen, Old Song, Old Yu, and Old Zheng led Zhang Laifu into room number seventeen, and Old Zhao and Old Liang led Meng Xuanxuan into room number eighteen.

The layout of room number seventeen looked very familiar: two 1.2-meter-wide beds, a table, a wardrobe, a coat rack, and water cups and teapots, etc. It looked like a hotel twin room, except that the room had no windows and at the far end of the room there was a green-painted wooden door.

Old Zheng and Old Yu occupied both beds, and Old Song led Zhang Laifu through the green-painted wooden door into the inner room.

It turns out this is a suite.

The inner room also has two beds, and is more spacious than the outer room. The beds are 1.5 meters wide, with bedside tables next to them, paintings on the walls, a bookshelf in the corner, and two floor-to-ceiling windows.

Zhang Laifu stood by the window and opened it.

The view outside the window is beautiful, with green mountains appearing and disappearing in the clouds and mist, and the light drizzle adds to the misty and rainy atmosphere.

He looked out the window, but the ground was obscured by the fog.

Using this to estimate the height, Zhang Laifu began to think about whether he could jump out of the window.

"Laifu, be careful and avoid falling from a height," Old Song casually reminded him as he packed his luggage.

Whoosh! A shadow flashed by.

Zhang Laifu suddenly looked up and felt as if something had flown past.

Old Song sat on the bed by the window, pointed to the bed by the door, and said to Zhang Laifu, "Laifu, stop looking, filming is about to start, you sleep in this bed."

Zhang Laifu turned around and said, "Weren't you here to act? Why are you sleeping in a hotel?"

Old Song said earnestly, "Laifu, if you want to achieve something in your acting career, you must get rid of the habits of an extra. You have to find your place and correct your attitude."

Isn't sleeping acting? Can't you get into character while sleeping? Look at the performances of these veteran actors; can you find any trace of acting in them?
You're now playing the role of an ordinary hotel guest, so you need to seamlessly immerse yourself in the role, just like these experienced staff members!

As they were talking, Old Song pushed open the green-painted wooden door. Old Zheng and Old Yu were already asleep in the outer room.

Zhang Laifu also got into bed, covered himself with the blanket, and assumed a sleeping position.

He took out his phone from under the covers, glanced at it again, and still saw no signal.

Whoosh!

"What is this sound?"

Zhang Laifu turned around and noticed that the scenery outside the window was moving.

Old Song lay on the bed, waving his hand impatiently and said, "There's no noise. It's coming from other film sets. Get into acting mode quickly."

Zhang Laifu got out of bed and took a step forward.

He first felt that his legs were very heavy and he couldn't take a step.

After finally managing to take two steps, I felt very light and unable to muster any strength.

I took three steps forward, then slid back two steps, and it felt like the house was tilted.

It took a lot of effort to get to the window, and I stuck my head out to look outside.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
The smoke around us was thicker than before.

The scenery in the distance is slowly receding.

Turning his head, Zhang Laifu glanced at the floors above and below him, and stared in disbelief.

"This floor has flown out..."

PS: Dear readers, as always, Salad awaits your arrival at 7:00 AM every morning.

Please be sure to follow the book! Sarah looks forward to every comment from you readers, as it is the driving force behind Sarah's writing.

Following the book's progress affects its ranking on the new book charts and the resources that "The Demon of Ten Thousand Lifetimes" can access. Sarah bows deeply to express her gratitude once again to all the readers for their kindness and support.

(End of this chapter)