Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Cold rain poured down, and ink lines hung from the sky.

At the film screening, Yin Su's face was ashen, and the actors and staff sitting next to him dared not look at him.

Is Mr. Yin Su dissatisfied with this shoot?

Or perhaps there are some scenes in the film that don't suit Mr. Yin Su's taste?

People can't help but think that way.

The film "The Black Gold Cauldron" is a martial arts story set in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. It tells the story of a group of martial arts figures who cause a series of conflicts in their search for the legendary treasure, the Black Gold Cauldron. Legend has it that the Black Gold Cauldron is a powerful treasure that can change the situation of the Nine Provinces, making countless martial arts practitioners crazy about it.

【Wujin Waterfall, Unrivaled in the World】

Little did they know that the famous Black Gold Cauldron was merely a smokescreen set up by the imperial court to weaken the increasingly rampant martial arts practitioners. During the internal strife in the martial arts world, the court used the pretext of martial arts practitioners harming the common people to launch a large-scale arrest of martial arts practitioners and weaken the strength of various martial arts factions.

As the political landscape shifted dramatically, a large portion of martial arts practitioners chose to submit to the imperial court, while the rest, still pursuing the traces of the Black Gold Cauldron, disappeared from the martial world, gradually becoming a legend.

Who can say that the "Black Gold Cauldron" did not change the course of the world?

This film continues Wang Chang's consistent style, with a strong production team, full of traditional martial arts flavor, no clichéd happy ending plots, no unnecessary dragging, and the costumes, props and sets are also very authentic.

As the shot of the eccentric protagonist riding away on horseback off a cliff is zoomed out to its furthest point, a black cast list appears on the big screen accompanied by the melodious and expansive sound of a flute.

Yin Su stared at the big screen, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

He glanced at his phone; the message he sent still went unanswered.

I've lost count of how many messages I've sent.

But the other party just didn't reply.

Even if he just said he wasn't coming, Yin Su thought. As long as he said he had something to do, he wouldn't make things difficult for him unreasonably.

So, even just to coax me a little would be fine, right?

Even if it's just sophistry, even if it's just using your best rhetoric to lure me in with a carrot dangled in front of me?

Yin Su stared at the pixelated head of the black-haired man on the WeChat interface, and a sudden, inexplicable feeling of grievance welled up inside him. He didn't even know why he had such childish emotions.

She also said she wouldn't forget her birthday.

【fraud】

Yin Su tossed his phone into his pocket and expertly put on a gentle smile to deal with the reporters and staff who surrounded him.

His impeccable rhetoric consisted of only expressing his delight at the film's quality, praising director Wang Chang, and thanking the actors and crew for their continued support. Virtually no media outlets could find a loophole. Wang Chang was beaming with pride from all the praise he received that evening, practically floating on air.

When asked who he would spend his birthday with, Yin Su was uncharacteristically momentarily distracted, but he simply smiled at the reporter's camera.

"Sorry everyone, there won't be a live broadcast for my birthday this year," he said, pressing his temples and bending down slightly to look up at the reporters' handheld devices. His face showed a broken expression that would drive countless young women crazy. "I have a rather bad cold this time, and I'm still feeling a bit unwell. I need to rest for a while before I go on set next time."

He wasn't faking it.

The reporter was instantly overcome with protective instincts. Indeed, anyone could hear that Teacher Yin Su's voice was abnormally hoarse, and he could only stammer words of comfort, hoping that Teacher Yin Su would get better soon.

The remaining dozens of reporters working on the front lines also knew that the movie star had been ill for nearly a month. The photos of Yin Su in illness had been shared, liked, and commented on over 100 million times, demonstrating his terrifying influence.

Even at this screening, Yin Su's face still showed signs of fatigue.

A broken God always evokes heartfelt pity.

Special assistant He Jinlan and agent Sun Qiuping noticed that Yin Su was not in a good mood, so they declined the remaining interviews on his behalf. The remaining details were to be discussed with the reporter at a later date by Sun Qiuping.

"Young Master, it's raining heavily outside," He Jinlan said, draping a woolen cloak over Yin Su's shoulders. Looking at the messages on her phone, she frowned and reported the real-time situation, "According to Li Ling, the terrain along Anping Road is not good, and it has already been flooded."

This year's rainy season seems to have come rather fiercely.

Upon seeing Yin Su emerge, their bodyguards, who had been waiting, deftly opened the car door.

"I won't be going back there tonight."

Yin Su's smile vanished. He loosened his scarf with one hand and unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, finally feeling a bit more comfortable breathing. Looking out the car window at the torrential rain outside, accompanied by the faint rumble of thunder, he felt irritated, and his tone carried an undeniable air of authority, "Go directly to Senhua Building."

Sun Qiuping opened his mouth, but He Jinlan gently shook her head at him. So the two of them didn't say another word and just let the car quickly pass through the terrifying rainy night.

Bo Bing didn't bring an umbrella and got soaked by the downpour as soon as she left the airport.

【22:08】

He glanced at the watch Zhou Zhiyang had given him, and his heart began to pound even harder.

The humid air and old injuries made the young man's joints itch.

—A stormy night is also the time when wild animals are most alert.

Before Bo Bing could speak, a cold electronic voice suddenly rang in his ears.

[The location of the highest-ranking figure, "Yin Su," has been found for the host. Do you wish to begin tracking him?]

While marveling at Alpha's pragmatism, Bo Bing sprinted toward the station.

"Chase them! If we don't hurry, it'll be too late!"