Actor Wang Yueheng transmigrates as a street singer participating in a talent show. His on-the-spot creation of "The Lone Brave" ignites the entire internet, helping him rise from a grassro...
“Teacher Yue Heng, I also think you are quite suitable for this role. Why don’t you give it a try?”
"Your arrival has been a relief to me; I really don't know much about acting."
Wang Chao, the crew member originally responsible for playing the role of "Dawei," stood aside and also smiled and made the suggestion to Wang Yueheng.
Despite saying that, Wang Yueheng still noticed the disappointment that inadvertently showed in the other person's eyes.
Clearly, they were somewhat disappointed to have missed this opportunity.
"Alright, let's give it a try."
Wang Yueheng finally nodded in agreement.
He also realized that he had been gaining popularity by singing recently.
If I could make a cameo appearance in one of my own scenes, it might be an unexpected surprise.
If it were really as Xu Zheng said, and his appearance alone could boost box office revenue by hundreds of millions, that would be even better.
After all, I was one of the producers of this show, and nobody has a grudge against money.
"It's been a long time since I've acted, so I'll just treat this as a chance to indulge my acting passion..."
Thinking back to my embarrassing experience of going around auditioning for roles in film crews before I transmigrated.
Looking at the treatment he was receiving, Wang Yueheng couldn't help but sigh again.
Soon, with the help of the professional makeup artists on set...
Wang Yueheng changed into the beige trench coat of "Dawei" from the play, carried a huge guitar, and in the blink of an eye transformed into a weary and artistic young man.
"This look is a bit familiar."
"It's like seeing you singing and playing music on the street again."
Looking at Wang Yueheng, who had suddenly changed his appearance, Mo Zixue helped him straighten his collar and said with a smile.
The affection in her heart couldn't help but show on her face.
"If it weren't for your support, my little rich girl, I might have given up long ago, and I wouldn't have even made it to the competition and debut..."
Wang Yueheng looked down at the girl's hair and said with a touch of sympathy.
It was also thanks to his original self that he didn't give up, otherwise he would never have had the chance to turn things around and meet such a wonderful girl.
"What little rich girl? I'm older than you, you should call me 'older sister'!"
"Sigh, now I feel like a poor maid in front of you..."
Upon hearing this, Mo Zixue's lips curled up slightly, and she said half-jokingly.
He holds a share of the formula for anti-cancer drugs, and is also a shareholder of Tencent and Douyin.
And numerous wildly popular songs, film and television copyright revenue...
It's no exaggeration to say that Wang Yueheng's current income far surpasses that of Mo Zixue's entire family.
Mo Zixue's weekly living expenses were equivalent to Wang Yueheng's income for ten years.
In front of this singer now, he certainly seems more like a working-class person.
"How is she a poor maid? What's mine is yours too. Otherwise, I'll hand over my wages to you later."
Looking at the girl in front of him, who seemed so virtuous, Wang Yueheng couldn't help but laugh and tease her.
"Alright, let's get back to filming! Good luck!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Zixue's face flushed red. She gently patted his collar and encouraged him.
"Is Teacher Yue Heng ready?"
"We'll start filming once we're ready."
After Wang Yueheng finished his makeup and confirmed with him several times, director Xu Zheng cautiously signaled the script supervisor to clap the clapperboard.
"Smack!"
"Scene 12, Shot 4, begin!"
As the clapperboard fell in front of the camera, the cameraman, who had set up his position, aimed the lens at the bus.
At that moment, Wang Yueheng was sitting on the bus near the aisle when he suddenly heard Wang Qiang banging on the door.
"Hurry up, open the door for him!"
The driver turned around and shouted towards the ticket seller.
As the bus door opened, Wang Qiang, carrying a messy outfit, squeezed directly into the carriage.
Xu Zheng, looking impatient, glanced behind him and quickly turned up his collar, afraid that the other party would discover him again.