Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing smiled. It was a bit risky to use this tactic rashly, but he really wanted to secure the role, so this was the only option he could take.

"It's just a little trick. After seeing the character, I tried watching movies and practicing on my own," Bo Bing said, looking at Director Chen. "What do you think?"

"What? It was practiced on the spot?"

The onlookers also showed expressions of disbelief. After Bo Bing got close, they didn't even notice her movements, which shows how skillful she was.

"The technology is indeed impressive," Chen Hongpeng said, looking at him as if he were an alien. He paused at the right moment, "And this is only a week... How is that possible?!"

"Maybe he just has some talent."

Bo Bing shrugged. "I'm like that with everything I do; I pick things up very quickly."

"This talent—"

Chen Hongpeng choked up for a moment, revealing a wary and complicated look in his eyes as he scanned the young man in front of him.

He knew the other person had a clean resume, had spent all his childhood in school and had never experienced this kind of environment, and immediately went to a trainee company after graduation, so he had no access to this kind of thing. He felt there was no reason for the other person to lie to him about such a thing.

He had put a lot of effort into this film, and naturally he had a general understanding of the origins of this despicable trick. He thought that many people had practiced this stuff for decades, from childhood to the present, and they might not be as good as you in a week. But he just opened his mouth and looked serious.

“Bo Bing, listen to me, you mustn’t go down the wrong path.”

He couldn't even imagine how many people this guy would harm if he really went astray, given his terrifying "talent" and skills.

"Director Chen, what are you saying? I am a law-abiding citizen."

Bo Bing sighed, "Even if I'm down on my luck, I won't go around stealing things from people on the street. That's illegal and criminal, and you'll end up in jail."

Chen Hongpeng thought to himself that he was afraid he wouldn't be able to catch you, but he just gave a dry laugh and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"As long as you know."

Thus, the role of Cheng Song was securely taken by Bo Bing.

The signing was quickly finalized; Sun Qiuping was very efficient. Chen Hongpeng was surprised to see Yin Su's agent there.

How could a top-tier agent be working for Bo Bing, an unknown actor?

They all knew very well that Sun Qiuping was not an ordinary agent who could be controlled by the company. He held shares in the company and was directly under the command of Yin Su, so the company could not directly transfer him.

Therefore, it can only be that Sun Qiuping was here at Yin Su's behest.

Chen Hongpeng wasn't exactly out of touch with the news. In the entertainment industry, being well-informed was essential for success. After a moment's thought, he quickly recalled the incident involving Yin Su's filming accident, during which Bo Bing had appeared on a live stream with him.

Who is Yin Su? Let's not even mention his title as a movie star, nor that Tianci Entertainment is actually his asset. The forces behind him are complex and intertwined. Allowing others to appear in the same frame with him alone is a direct sign of goodwill and demonstrating relationships.

Chen Hongpeng felt he had found the truth of the matter.

Who would dare to neglect the benefactor of Yin Su, the three-time Golden Horse Award-winning actor? In addition, Bo Bing was not a fool; in fact, her performance surprised him, making his smile even more genuine.

After returning to the hotel and washing up in the evening, Bo Bing first called Monkey and the others to check if there were any problems at the company. Monkey replied that many companies and factories were also interested in contacting Shen Shuang, and they were trying their best to see if there were any cooperation opportunities to negotiate. Bo Bing gave them a few instructions and told them to continue operating as usual.

He put down his phone, lay on the bed, and tried to clear his mind.

Yin Su's information arrived just like a checkpoint.

[Flower] Are you asleep?

Bo Bing picked up her phone.

【ICE】is asleep.

Yin Su couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the message from the other side.

[Flower] Can you still send messages while asleep?

【ICE】You already know, why ask? [Cat speechless]

Bo Bing casually gave the other person a speechless look.

Huh?

Yin Su suddenly realized that perhaps Bo Bing was just being petty and putting on a cold face.

It's kind of cute.

[Flower] is good or bad to me.

[Flower] I heard from Sun Qiuping that my godfather did a good job.

Bo Bing looked at Yin Su's accusation, deliberately ignoring the first sentence. Speaking of performance—he recalled the indescribable expressions on Chen Hongpeng and the others' faces after he made his move that morning, and found it somewhat amusing.

【ICE】is good.

[ICE] Director Chen even advised me not to go astray (laughs)

Yin Su raised an eyebrow, looked at the smiley face in parentheses that the other party had sent, and ran his fingers over the text a couple of times.

A phone call came in, catching Bo Bing somewhat off guard, but she still answered it.

"Hello? We were texting fine, why are you calling me again?"

Bo Bing's voice was languid, "I'm not that bad to you, am I? You still have to call to confirm."

Yin Su was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized what the other person was talking about. He chuckled softly and said in a gentle tone, "Well, now I feel like my godfather isn't so bad to me after answering the phone."

The familiar, deep voice made the tips of Bo Bing's ears go numb.

"If you have nothing else, I'll hang up."

In reality, he didn't hang up; it was as if he was still waiting for Yin Su to say goodbye or say something else.

"Please don't hang up, okay?"

Yin Su quickly sensed the opening the other person had left him. He relaxed and leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling. "Actually, I missed you."

—I want to hear your voice.

"Don't say anything strange," Bo Bing scoffed. "It's only been a day."

“Even if it’s just for an hour, I’ll still think about it,” Yin Su said casually, changing the subject. “You don’t have many scenes in the third part. I estimate that we’ll film for a week straight, or at the latest, two weeks to finish.”

“Yes,” Bo Bing shifted her posture, “It’s great, it doesn’t interfere with other things. We can also take a look at the equipment used by film and television crews and learn from it. These high-end gadgets cost hundreds of thousands of yuan, and it’s hard to see how they work in schools.”

What happens after filming wraps up?

Yin Su inquired about their plans, "It should be some time before the fourth installment is launched; they should first organize the materials."

"Once filming wraps up, I'll probably have to rush to take care of graduation matters," Bo Bing sighed. "Time really waits for no one."

"I'll be busy for a while longer, so I'm sorry I can't go with my godfather."

Yin Su sighed, "Take care of yourself."

"What are you apologizing for? I'm the elder here, why are you acting like you're worried I'll be bullied?"

Bo Bing tapped the phone, as if tapping the other person's head, her tone icy, "Mind your own business and don't mess with Lü Shuang."

Yin Su narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

I can't guarantee that.

Bo Bing abruptly hung up the phone, leaving only a busy tone.

So Yin Su took out a cigarette, stood up, and opened the balcony window to let in some fresh air.

—Is time pressing?

He glanced at his wristwatch; the Viking compass decoration on it gleamed under the light, and the second hand ticked.

Even he himself felt a strange sense of tension because of his godfather.