Because of a word from the director, Xu Qian landed a new job. He wanted to ask about the pay in private first, but seeing how anxious the director seemed, he decided not to. After all, he had already earned a thousand yuan today.
While Xu Qian was being pulled to the dressing room to change clothes, Xiang Feifei, the production manager, immediately called over the props team to prepare. Originally, the director had abandoned the horse racing scene for complicated reasons, but since the director had spoken again, they would just follow the instructions. As for the 'horses', well, wasn't the film crew next door filming? They could just borrow a few!
An hour later, Xu Qian came out in a more streamlined outfit, with a small knife tucked into his waistband. However, Xu Qian was clearly more interested in the male protagonist's personal sword. Although it was just a prop sword, its all-black and gold design was quite attractive. Yes, he was that superficial. The swords in JX3 were all designed to be particularly flamboyant, and perhaps only his Crimson Lotus sword was somewhat acceptable.
Since the director hadn't called "action" yet, Xu Qian wasn't in a hurry. He swung the sword in a particularly elegant flourish. After all, it was a prop sword, very light, much lighter than the Chixiao sword, and it felt good in his hand.
"You're still the same old you, aren't you? I'm not bringing you next time!" Xiang Feifei reached out and took the phone from Xiaomai's hand. She was furious when she saw it; it was a video, the one of Xu Qian showing off his sword earlier. "How many times have I told you not to bring your phone to the set?"
"Oh, Sister Feifei," Xiaomai panicked, "I won't tell anyone, really!"
"Don't blame me for being heartless, this is the rule in the production crew. The official photos haven't been released yet. If they get leaked, can you take responsibility?" Although Xiang Feifei usually takes good care of this junior, she is still very strict when it comes to matters that cross her bottom line.
"I was wrong..." Xiaomai drooped her eyes and tugged at her sleeve. "There won't be a next time, really!"
Xiang Feifei glanced at her and handed the phone back to her. "Delete it yourself. Your senior isn't making things difficult for you, so please don't make things difficult for yourself, okay?"
"Mmm-hmm-hmm." The little guy nodded rapidly.
...
Xu Qian had no idea what had happened between them, but when he came back after finishing the reshoot, he saw that Xiaomai, who was usually very lively, had a gloomy face.
"What's wrong?" he asked casually.
“Sigh,” Xiaomai looked at him, her initial excitement gone, “I did something wrong today.”
"Was it salvaged?" Xu Qian continued to ask.
Xiaomai paused for a moment, then thought for a second, "It's salvaged."
"There definitely won't be a next time," Xu Qian smiled.
"...Hmm!" Wheat felt like she could do it again!
A while later, Xiang Feifei called, asking Xu Qian to go to her office, most likely to settle the bill.
“You have WeChat, right? Let’s add each other on WeChat, and I’ll transfer the money to you,” Xiang Feifei said.
"Hmm." Xu Qian didn't think too much about it and took out his phone.
"That's 1800 in total. The other 800 is for the replacement Marseille shots. Thanks for your hard work." After transferring the money to Feifei, he showed a very businesslike smile.
"Thank you." Xu Qian pressed the confirm transfer button.
"Oh, by the way, remember to bring your ID card next time, just to go through the formalities."
"...Ah, this." Xu Qian thought to himself, "Oh no, is this part-time job I just found going to fall through?"
Seeing his troubled expression, Xiang Feifei was somewhat surprised. Could it be that there was something shameful about his ID card? Was his face surgically altered? It doesn't seem like it; if it were, it looks too natural!
Xu Qian didn't say anything, just nodded and left. "Thank you, Miss Xiang. I'll be going now."
Xiang Feifei watched his departing figure, pondered for a moment, and then called Meng Ziqiu.
After leaving the film studio, Xu Qian followed his phone's navigation to find the nearest traditional Chinese medicine shop. He needed to prepare some medicine to dispel Meng Liangchen's ailments; he had used up most of what he had made before, so he needed to get more this time.
The herbs Xu Qian needed—fragrant jasmine, coral, and spider lily—were all common medicinal materials, and the shopkeeper didn't refuse to sell them to him just because he didn't have a prescription.
Since Xu Qian ordered quite a lot and there was only the shop owner serving customers, Xu Qian simply found a chair to sit down and wait, while also thinking about his plans.
The entertainment industry worker's plans were thwarted by an ID card, and he had no idea when he'd get the seven million from Boss Shen. After much thought, he decided it was safer to rely on himself; he couldn't just sit around and wait for his savings to run out...
Xu Qian thought of the odds and ends in his backpack. He could probably get a lot of money if he sold them, but he felt bad about giving them away. After all, they were things he had worked hard to collect. He could accept giving them to friends, but the thought of selling them made him unhappy.
Just as Xu Qian was struggling with whether to sell or not, a man walked into the pharmacy. He looked to be in his forties, with a sallow complexion and fine sweat on his forehead.
It's normal for patients to come and go in a pharmacy, but what Xu Qian was concerned about was the debuff under this person's name—[Poisoning]. In less than ten minutes, this person would die from poisoning.
"Handsome, all the medicinal herbs you requested are packed up."
Xu Qian got up and walked forward. While getting the medicine, he casually glanced at the medicine the man had bought. It was He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum). Then, seeing the man's bald, Mediterranean-looking appearance, he roughly understood how the man had been poisoned.
Xu Qian didn't say anything to the person in question. He took the medicine and left the pharmacy. Instead of going straight back, he waited for a while until the middle-aged man who had just bought the Polygonum multiflorum came out of the pharmacy.
Xu Qian followed the middle-aged man to the bus stop. There were quite a few people at the bus stop. Xu Qian kept a close eye on the man's health bar, afraid that he would just die without even going through the fainting process.
He waited and waited, and then the bus arrived.
The middle-aged man got into the car, and Xu Qian followed him in.
Soon, the car started moving.
Less than half a minute after the car started moving, several "Ah—" were heard around them, and the middle-aged man fell off his seat, his face turning very yellow. Xu Qian caught him.
The driver panicked, "What's going on in the back?"
Someone has fainted!
"Could he be dead?!"
"Go to the nearest hospital." After saying that, Xu Qian took out a needle from his needles. To outsiders, it looked like he was giving the other person acupuncture, but in reality, Xu Qian was just performing a needle-lifting technique to forcibly prolong his life!
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