Chapter 3

  The car arrived at the production unit building when Fang Yu had already fought a fierce battle with his own money tree Mr. for 800 rounds, and when he got off the car, compared to the spirited money tree Mr., he was exhausted in body and mind and didn't want to say another word - just like that, he was still patted on the shoulder from behind, and heard the person who got off the car behind him slam the car door shut at the same time saying: "Cheer up, why are you looking so bullied, if others see it they'll think I did something to you in the car."

  Fang Yu: "......"

  "I'm actually a straight man."

  Fang Yu turned his head, gazing blankly at the black-haired young man standing behind him. The latter calmly took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on, then lowered his head to open the front camera of his phone to tidy up his messy hair from sleeping in the car. Finally, he smoothed out the last wrinkle on his collar and turned around with an expressionless face, asking: "Brother Fang, am I handsome?"

  Fang Yu: "...... Jun."

  "It's a pity I'm a straight man and can't respond to your passionate feelings."

  Fang Yu: "......"

  As soon as he heard the "rumbling" sound in his mind, it was as if something had collapsed. Although he didn't know what it was, judging from his current mental state, he suspected that what had collapsed was probably the will to survive that he had mustered up with great difficulty - at this moment, probably only he himself knew how much he wanted to hug Mr. Money Tree and fly down from the top of this 40-story skyscraper in front of him.

  With a loud crash, he fell and was smashed to pieces, his flesh and blood all over the place.

  While the agent's mind was filled with bloody violence, the black-haired young man who had been standing behind him took a step forward and walked ahead. Fang Yu hesitated for a moment before following, and as a result, he didn't miss seeing Jian Ran smile warmly at the security guard who opened the door for them and say "thank you".

  The corridor was empty, and he walked in front of him with a solemn expression. Fang Yu followed behind his butt and thought for a moment before saying: "I've served you for seven years, not to mention opening the door, even when you forgot to bring the house key, you've never said 'thank you' like just now."

  He nodded silently, and Fang Yu thought he was really reflecting on himself. But then the person walking in front suddenly spoke up without turning his head: "Fang Ge, having a heavy heart of gain and loss will make you lose your beautiful original intention... Think about when we first met on the street, you vowed to make me famous... You can find many small-time actors who no matter how much effort you put in, you still can't make them famous. They have low EQ and IQ, but even if you threw a script at their face, they would say 'thank you' or 'sorry'. Although they wouldn't be able to act out the play, they still wouldn't act... So now the question is, do you want this small-time actor with low EQ and IQ who will never become famous, or do you want Yuan Jianran, who didn't say 'thank you' but tolerated your exploitation and helped you get a downtown villa, new sports car, and a successful life?"

  Fang Yu: "......"

  "You see, you already have the answer."

  Fang Yu: "......"

  Fang Yu felt that he shouldn't have spoken so cheaply, and indeed what he said was right, but the weight of his guilt was really too heavy - look, retribution came so quickly: for some reason, his desire to die had become even stronger than before!

  "In the midst of Fang Yu's silence, he heard a calm and steady voice arranging things in front: 'Later you go with Jiang Luocheng to discuss the script, I'll go find someone to get the script, then wait for you at the back dressing room.'"

  Fang Yu nodded habitually, wanting to agree, but then thought better of it and shook his head: "What the hell, you've arrived at the location, at least let Director Jiang see you first before talking about the rest... How can you just show up without even greeting them and start rehearsing? You're not a newcomer anymore, don't you understand some directors' and screenwriters' ideas? You don't know how to shape the characters and plot, this is impossible to act..."

  He smiled coldly and said, "I understand all the principles, but what you're saying isn't the point."

  "Who says it's not the key?!" Fang Yu said seriously, "Emotions, I think this is the most important part of acting in a play."

  "Not at all," the young man with black hair stopped for a moment, turned around towards the fitting room with ease, and before leaving, he lazily glanced at the agent with a slanted gaze, "The key is, how good-looking is Jiang Chuan anyway."

  "...’s expression on his face froze for three seconds, then went blank for another three seconds, before he said, 'I'll quit my job after this is done.'"

  "Oh," Jian Ran said, "are you going to go and boost those small-time celebrities who will never become popular?"

  "...Facing the unusually calm face of his own golden goose, Fang Yu suppressed the urge to slap him and instead placed his hands on his own worthless face and scratched it frantically, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

  At the same time he felt his shoulder being patted.

  "Do not forget your original intention."

  ……

  He saw off the garrulous agent, Mr. Fang Yu, with a expressionless face, watching him leave until his familiar figure disappeared around the corner of the building. Only then did he quietly let out a breath, looked around to make sure no one was around, relaxed slightly and carefully yawned, revealing a hint of fatigue in his bright black eyes - he had stayed up too late reading the script for his next movie, which had been finalized long ago, and now he was feeling somewhat sleepy.

  Also need glasses in a while.

  The script is ruined if you yawn once while reciting it.

  As he pondered, the young man with black hair began to search the entire building for the free instant coffee provided to employees. In the process of searching for coffee, he also met many staff members who had worked on previous programs, and they all greeted him warmly. Jian Ran smiled back at them one by one, so while searching for coffee, he also solved the problem of finding a screenwriter to get a script.

  Half an hour later.

  A big star, frantically searching for instant coffee in the building, held a cup of freshly ground coffee and clutched a thin script under his arm, following behind a staff member's buttocks all the way to the high-end lounge.

  Then smiled and said thank you to him.

  Finally smiled and accepted his terrified face and repeatedly waved his hand saying "You're too polite".

  Wave goodbye and close the door.

  Inside an empty rest room.

  A young man with black hair raised his hand and messed up the neatly combed hair outside, revealing an impatient expression on his face. He then fell onto the soft sofa in a most ungraceful manner. After a moment of silence, he suddenly remembered something and pulled out the script that was tucked under his arm. Flipping through it, he discovered that the screenwriter had given him a part from the latter half of the script, which happened to be the confrontation scene between the mouse spirit and the Taoist priest. It seemed that the Taoist priest had been severely injured while trying to save the mouse spirit, presenting the mouse spirit with an excellent opportunity for revenge. However, when he faced the Taoist priest, he found himself unable to bring himself to take action.

  It's too damn rotten.

  Utterly rotten and brazen, simple and crude.

  He scanned the script quickly with an expressionless face, cleared his throat and changed to a somewhat hoarse voice that was tinged with a hint of heartache as he read: "'My wife died because of you. Now today, when you are on your last breath in front of me, I find out that my obsession all along has been just a foolish dream——'"

  "...he paused for a moment,"The person who wrote the script simply doesn't care about whether the three views of the future flowers of the motherland will be shattered because of this."

  Turn over, continue.

  This time, his voice changed again, turning into a low and magnetic mature male voice.

  "Alright then, you've come, I'll tell you another story, okay?"

  "...stared at the script, 'Hurry up and die so we can distribute your inheritance. What's with the storytelling? As the last Taoist priest after the founding of the country, you must have some magical tools on you. If there's no instruction manual, then hurry up and use your last breath to tell your mistress how to use them. That way, she can become the greatest wastrel in history...'"

  The sound stopped abruptly.

  At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from the other side of the sofa. He was taken aback and hadn't reacted to the situation when he felt the script being pulled out of his hands. The dazzling light made him subconsciously squint, so he could only see a tall figure's shadow covering half of his body...

  At the same time, a low and magnetic voice that is more natural and better to listen to rings out.

  "The Dragon King and the Frog met on the beach, after exchanging greetings, the frog asked the Dragon King, "Your Majesty, what is your residence like?" - "A palace built with pearls, a pavilion made of shells, a roof that is both beautiful and elegant, pillars that are sturdy and pretty." The Dragon King countered with a question, "And you? What is your residence like?" The frog said, "My home is covered in green moss, soft grass like a mattress, and a babbling brook." After finishing speaking, the frog asked the Dragon King another question, "Your Majesty, how do you express joy? How do you show anger?" The Dragon King said, "When I am joyful, I bring down sweet dew to nourish the earth, making the five grains abundant; when I am angry, I first blow a fierce wind, then unleash thunder and lightning, and finally strike with electricity, leaving no grass within a thousand miles." So, how about you, Frog? The frog said, "When I am joyful, I face the clear wind and bright moon, croaking loudly for a while; when I am angry, I first glare my eyes, then puff out my belly, and finally, when my energy is spent, my belly deflates, and everything is settled."

  “……”

  The story of Taoism is roughly saying that people should not be bound by worldly ties, listen to the true call from their heart, and they can enjoy their own happiness.

  “……”

  Just like a mouse spirit in a play, lying numbly on the sofa, quietly listening to that person finish the whole story, and then summarizing the meaning.

  The young man with black hair blinked, and it wasn't until a moment later that he seemed to realize something was off. He scrambled to sit up, only to discover that sitting on the other side of the couch was another young man who looked like he was just over twenty years old. His hair was black, but his eyes were an piercing blue that seemed to have been inherited from some other ethnic bloodline. As he bowed his head to read the script, his soft, messy hair fell down, and his high nose bridge cast a small shadow on one side of his cheek.

  First of all, this person looks extremely good-looking, to the extent that even Jian Ran, who has seen countless Hollywood superstars, finds him so good-looking that it brings tears to his eyes.

  Secondly, he was not wearing clothes.

  However, he seemed completely unembarrassed about it, calmly exposing the evenly distributed, sturdy and beautiful muscles on his body under the light of the rest room, in the glare of the young black-haired man on the sofa, putting the script back into his hand.

  Jian Ran was holding the script, petrified, with his lips pursed. He was just about to say something to this cool guy who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, but unexpectedly, the man stood up - and Jian Ran's line of sight naturally landed on his butt.

  Jian Ran: “…………………………………”

  So big, except for the various naked male statues in the British Museum, it was the first time I saw this kind of self-contained holy light - it quietly hibernated among the dense hair, shape, size, beauty and ferocity.

  Beautiful and ferocious.

  Beautiful.

  Fierce and ferocious.

  His tongue was so stiff that he could hardly speak, blinking his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up in a stiff smile: "......Hello? May I ask, who are you?"

  At this time, Cool Brother was standing in front of the clothes rack with his back to the young man with black hair who was leaning on the sofa. He didn't know that the other person was staring at his firm and plump buttocks, drooling. He just paused for a moment while putting on the Taoist costume, slightly turned his head, and frowned slightly between his eyebrows. Then he said calmly: "Jiang Chuan, come try out the play."

  "Thus:"

  Jiang Chuan turned around and pointed at the thing in Jian Ran's hand, which was almost pinched into a pickle: "It seems to be the one you're holding."

  As soon as Jiang Chuan's words fell, he saw the young man with black hair who was lying on the sofa with his head on the backrest staring at him. He suddenly got up, opened the door, slammed it shut, and rushed out wildly.

  Jiang Chuan: "What's going on?"

  ……

  A few minutes later.

  After discussing life geography poetry with director Fang Yu, he walked out of the office and saw Mr. Shaking Money Tree rushing towards him at the end of the corridor.

  He was like a dog who had seen sausage.

  He crossed his arms over his chest: "I'm a straight man."

  "Get out!" He grabbed the broker firmly and shook him, "You go tell them, I'll act! The pay is negotiable, I'll even pay to act!"

  Fang Yu: "......Have you seen Jiang Chuan?"

  "My ideal type."

  "Huh?"

  His expressionless face said: "That coarse and large thing is completely inconsistent with that beautiful face."

  Fang Yu: "......"

  "I will secretly make him follow the rules."

  Fang Yu: "…………………………"

  Next chapter! I swear!!!!!!!!!!

  Change because of me, I won't change for anyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!