When Chu Lan received the contract from Director Guo, he was completely stunned and didn't understand why he would suddenly receive such a contract.
So, adhering to a pragmatic approach, Chu Lan dialed Director Guo's number. The first thing he said after the call connected was...
"Director Guo, I just received a contract for the role of the mentally ill character in your movie. But I clearly remember that when I brought Xiao Ning there, Assistant Director Fang said that we didn't pass the audition... So, was this contract sent to the wrong person? If it was sent to the wrong person, I'll have someone take it back to you now."
When Guo Jingsheng received the call, he didn't realize who was calling him until Chu Lan finished speaking, at which point he completely understood.
He wondered who it was, but it turned out to be that girl, Chu Lan.
"Xiao Lan, didn't I already say that if any of your actors were suitable for the role, it would be given to you? I saw that actor's name, what's it... something like An..."
"Yes, Anning! I watched that girl's audition, and she's perfect for the role. So I had someone print out a contract and send it to you. Please check if there are any problems with the contract. If not, you can sign it, make a copy, and have someone bring the original to me."
Even after hearing Guo Jingsheng's voice in person, Chu Lan still found it hard to believe. When she heard Guo Jingsheng ask her to look at the contract, she lowered her head in a daze, casually flipped through a few pages, intending to take a quick look. However, her hand stopped abruptly when she saw a certain line of small print.
That page showed An Ning's salary for this role, which didn't match the figure she had been told at the beginning.
It's not that there's less, it's that there's more.
It wasn't just a little bit more, it was a full three times more!
Chu Lan rubbed her eyes, afraid she had misread the number, and took another look. It was still the same number, unchanged.
Is this a mistake?
If she were a little less ruthless, she might have signed it immediately. But after all these years of hard work with An Ning, she couldn't let her reputation be ruined for such a small amount of money. So, after hesitating for a few seconds, Chu Lan finally asked the question.
"Um, Director Guo, I took a look at the contract, and everything else seems fine, but the salary part seems different from what you told me at the beginning. Is there a mistake?"
After hearing Chu Lan's words, Guo Jingsheng glanced at Fang Hui to the side, and after a long while, he said, "There is no mistake. You can ask An Ning for the specific reason. She knows why."
After the call was disconnected, Chu Lan was still confused about the situation and felt a sense of bewilderment, as if she didn't know what year it was. After she came to her senses, she immediately made a call to An Ning.
The phone rang for a long time without being answered. Just as it was about to hang up automatically, it was finally picked up. But instead of the familiar female voice, a rough male voice came through the receiver: "Hello? What's up?"
The voice was not only very rough, but also extremely unfamiliar, a world apart from An Ning's voice.
Chu Lan considered countless possibilities, her whole body tensing instantly, her fingers gripping the phone so tightly they turned white. "Who are you? Where is Xiao Ning?"
"Why are you asking so many questions? Just get to the point!" The male voice on the other end was extremely impatient, as if he would hang up the phone any second if Chu Lan didn't know what was going on.
Fearing that the other party might do something unpredictable, Chu Lan still didn't disobey, "I need to talk to An Ning, give her the phone."
"Looking for the boss? The boss is busy beating people up right now, he doesn't have time for you."
He then hung up the phone.
After hearing the last words spoken by the male voice, Chu Lan's expression underwent a dramatic change.
What did he just say?
Is Anning beating someone up?
Did I hear that right?
You heard right, Anning is indeed beating someone up right now.
Moreover, it was a style of fighting where they were outnumbered.
There were eight burly men on the other side, while she, along with this muscular dystrophy patient, only had four people.
The other three have a nearsighted eye, an injured foot, and a broken hand, making them roughly one and a half.
In other words, there are two and a half people on her side, and they have to fight against eight strong men on the other side.
An Ning glanced at the eight burly men; they were all healthy and strong, and each one looked capable of taking on ten men.
The eight men on this side grinned widely as they looked at the few broken and disheveled figures opposite them, their smiles almost reaching their ears.
While they can't take on ten opponents at once, they can certainly handle three or four.
Moreover, given the quality of the opponents, they could probably take on eight opponents by themselves without any problem.
The man with the twisted arm walked back with Anning's phone. After he got to Anning's side, he took out the phone and handed it to her. "The person who made the call has no business at all. It must be a spam call."
If Chu Lan heard these words, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.
But An Ning had no intention of pursuing the matter. She took her phone from the big guy, didn't even look at it, and put it directly into her pocket.
"I'll turn on call blocking next time."
"Alright!" the big guy replied and stood next to An Ning, staring at her fiercely, wishing he could kill her with his eyes.
However, the people opposite him didn't pay any attention to him at all. Instead, they continued to stand there, discussing something with their leader.
"Boss, if we play like this, can we still win?"
This time, it wasn't the man with the cast on his arm who spoke, but another man who walked somewhat unsteadily. After speaking, he stared intently at An Ning.
That wasn't a judgmental look; he genuinely hoped that Anning could solve this problem for him.
But An Ning was really hesitant. After thinking for a long time, she finally spoke up, "Let's fight. Let's just fight. Problems that can be solved by violence aren't really problems."
The lame man was taken aback when he heard An Ning's words, but after a long while, he suddenly grinned and laughed, "I have a boss to stand up for me, you clowns, hahahahaha!"
An Ning almost spat out her saliva after hearing his words, "You guys fight, I'll just watch."
"Huh?" Even the nearsighted man couldn't help but turn his head to look at An Ning.
She tried to defend herself, saying, "I have myasthenia gravis, I can't withstand that kind of damage. If I fought eight strong men, I'd probably die."
The man with a cast on his arm was the first to disagree, immediately jumping out to refute her, "Boss, how could you possibly have myasthenia gravis? The way you hit that guy just now was absolutely cool, okay?"
"I feel sad that I've never had such a decisive fight."
As Anning listened to his flattery, the corners of her mouth curved lower and lower until they became a straight line.
She stopped smiling.
"I wasn't the one who was fighting just now."
"That's my second personality, the well-behaved one."
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