The villain female supporting role is no longer working, wouldn't it be nice to join the editor

After taking care of the children, Si Zhenting went to have tea with the director.

"Aren't you tired?" Yan Lizhang asked, holding a cup of tea.

He knew what Director Yan was asking. Director Yan meant to ask him if he was tired after filming during the day and then having to teach three children after work.

Si Zhenting sat elegantly on the stool opposite Director Yan and said, "Just consider it as a contribution to the company." The benefits the company gets are also his benefits, so just consider it an investment.

"Hmph." Yan Lizhang put down his tea and suddenly realized what was happening. He added, "Don't let it affect my filming."

"Definitely not." Si Zhenting lost his casual attitude and answered seriously, which also sounded like a promise.

Yan Lizhang looked at Si Zhenting and waved his hand, "Come on, just be aware of it, don't be so nervous." He just wanted to remind him that Si Zhenting was not the kind of person who would let a few children affect the filming.

Si Zhenting also relaxed again, took an unused teacup and poured a cup of tea.

This tea is good.

I took a look at Director Yan and didn't notice that he has quite high taste.

"Why did you think of my drama?" Yan Lizhang's original choice for the male lead was not Si Zhenting.

It's not that we can't afford it if we have to hire one, but other aspects will definitely be reduced.

Si Zhenting took the initiative to find me and offered me a preferential salary.

Now that he has the time and opportunity, he might as well ask what's going on.

"I want to try a different shooting style." Si Zhenting lowered his eyes, not wanting others to see his true thoughts, and then took a sip of tea.

"Aren't you afraid of those fans saying you've downgraded your status? Actors who make it to the film industry usually don't come back to film TV series."

Yan Lizhang knows that people are concerned about celebrity status nowadays, and fans can even argue over the front and back positions on posters.

There was nothing wrong with the two artists, but it became awkward because of the fans.

And as for the contempt in the entertainment industry, anyone who understands will understand.

Those who make movies look down on those who make TV series, those who make TV series look down on those who make web series, and those who make web series look down on those who make variety shows.

Those who perform in drama look down on all of the above.

For someone like Si Zhenting, who finishes filming a movie and then comes back to film a TV series, not only his fans will say so, but other artists may also think he has fallen.

"I don't need to abide by these." Si Zhenting never cared about these things. He came to the entertainment industry just to act. Wherever there is a play, there may be him. He knows about the contempt circle, but he doesn't care.

His position is there, his achievements are there, and they can't be lowered by filming a TV series or anything else.

In the face of absolute strength, no matter what circle you belong to or what circle you despise, it’s because your strength can’t keep up.

"Ouch." Yan Lizhang laughed. "Are you not afraid?"

This was purely Yan Lizhang's joke. Once something forms a circle, there will always be people who set rules of one kind or another in order to show their differences.

It cannot be said that this rule is completely wrong, but if he were to say, many of the rules are like taking off your pants to fart!

Si Zhenting smiled but didn't reply. The two of them drank tea in silence.

After a long while, Yan Lizhang placed the teacup in his palm, stroking it with his other hand, and suddenly asked, "What's your relationship with Wen Ning'er?"

Si Zhenting was stunned by this question. It was the first time he didn't understand. What did he mean by "what's the relationship?"

What else could it be? Isn't it just the relationship between the artist's boss and the artist?

A questioning look was given.

Yan Lizhang saw it and was happy. He put the teacup on the table and said, "You~"

Maybe in the future, I, an old guy, will be able to see the good show, haha.

"Okay, it's getting late. Don't let drinking too much tea keep you awake at night." Yan Lizhang began to chase people away.

Si Zhenting also followed Director Yan's advice and put down the teacup in his hand, "Then I'm leaving."

Si Zhenting returned to the room and carefully thought about Director Yan's words, but still couldn't figure it out.

He is not the type of person who would get entangled. If he can't figure it out, then don't think about it. He will figure it out one day. Now he just follows his heart.

Shooting continues.

Zhang Ping had just arrived and was bullied because of his mediocre talent, but he still had a deep attachment to the Immortal Sect.

Because he wanted to be like those immortals who could fly into the sky and hide in the ground one day.

This way he could give his parents more money and help his sister marry into a good family, so he practiced very hard every day.

I wish I could use all the time I have for doing chores and eating to practice.

Yes, you read that right. All the time I don’t have for sleeping is used for cultivation.

However, no matter how hard you try, without talent, your practice will still progress slowly.

Until the night one year after he came to the sect, a watershed moment in his life, he picked up a magical weapon that looked like a fire stick.

It can't be damaged by fire or water. Keeping it by your side can also speed up your cultivation.

Zhang Ping was extremely happy. He knew that this was a treasure and had kept it well hidden. Others had not paid attention to it because of its appearance.

But many years later, he would wonder, if he had not chosen to keep the fire stick with him that night, would the ending be different, and would Yao Ji not have died?

He thought he would still make this choice. Who would refuse a treasure that could speed up one's cultivation?

Now he didn't know what would happen in the future. He only knew that facing a senior brother who discovered the special feature of the fire stick and wanted to take the magic weapon for himself, he should run away.

So Zhang Ping escaped. That senior brother didn't even know that the fire stick could speed up one's cultivation. He just saw that it was a magic weapon.

Because he was too weak, even if the magic weapon was stolen, what could he do? He still had to swallow his anger.

Even if you report it to the sect, they won't do anything.

He didn't want to give away his things, as this was the basis for him to become stronger in the future.

Zhang Ping stood on the edge of the cliff, holding a fire stick in his hand, looking at his senior brother who was coming.

On a moonlit night, the two faced each other on the cliff.

The atmosphere was tense but not intense.

"Brother, this thing is not as special as you think. It's just more important to me. Do you really have to do this?" Zhang Ping wanted to struggle one last time.

Because he doesn't want to leave the sect, where can he go if he leaves?

Wu Bao looked at this outer sect disciple and felt angry. Why could such a useless outer sect disciple with such poor qualifications have such a fortuitous encounter?

I was a favored child of heaven in the mortal world, and I entered the inner sect when I came to the sect, but I can only rank last in the inner sect, wasting my life year after year?

Why does this loser do that? He! Why?

This chance encounter was meant to be mine.

He had been observing this outer disciple for a long time. The outer disciples did not have good aptitude, but Zhang Ping's cultivation level was rising very quickly.

Maybe I can enter the inner gate in the next selection.

Why would an outer disciple with extremely poor qualifications do that?

Then he discovered that this outer disciple was ordinary in every way, the only unusual thing was that inconspicuous magic weapon.

Although he didn't know what that ugly magic weapon was, it was obvious that there was something fishy about it.

As long as this magic weapon is mine, I won’t have to be the last one in the inner gate anymore.

Therefore, this magic weapon can only belong to Wu Bao.

"Junior brother, today I will teach you a lesson. Treasures are only obtained by those who are capable. If you are sensible, hand over the things quickly, otherwise..."

Wu Bao smiled, his expression a little distorted under the moonlight.

"Brother, I can only ask you to die!"