Wu Jiawan endured the pain and still had that honest smile on his face.
"Hello Director Mao, my name is Wu Jiawan." After saying that, he bent down and stretched out his right hand.
Director Mao didn't waste any time talking to Wu Jiawan. He kicked the shoes hidden under Wu Jiawan's coat and pushed Wu Jiawan back with his hand.
Wu Jiawan was in such a strong condition that he didn't even step back despite being pushed by the other party. Sister Liu was very smart and saw through the trick. She suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to arrange pants for Wu Jiawan in advance. She didn't care about this small mistake at the moment and grabbed Wu Jiawan's waist.
Wu Jiawan couldn't help but take two steps back, revealing the sneakers hidden under his gown.
"Hey boy, where are your shoes?" Sister Liu yelled at the top of her voice, as if she was afraid that others couldn't hear her.
"It doesn't fit with your shoes either. Where are your shoes?"
Director Mao asked with wide eyes.
When Wu Jiawan received the costume from that person, she was a little confused. Fortunately, she had a long gown to cover the lack of pants, but without shoes, it would be exposed. However, the person said that it was a play that only involved the upper body, so he did not provide shoes.
"Shit, what time is it? The actors are about to get into position, what are you doing? Come out here, I want to ask you where are these shoes?"
Director Mao pulled Wu Jiawan outside the set, and all the onlookers were attracted by the commotion.
"Don't be angry. Someone just said he had something urgent to do, so he asked me to take his place. He didn't give me shoes, so I only have this outfit."
Wu Jiawan couldn't afford to offend this man. Although it was not his fault, he could understand the feelings of the assistant director in front of him and did not argue with his rude tone.
"Damn, what kind of people are you looking for?" Director Mao turned his back and walked a little further away, then greeted Sister Liu.
"You haven't even put on your shoes, and now you're standing there like an idiot. How am I supposed to report this? Did you know that the big director this time is Lee Eung-seok? He's always very strict about details like this. Aren't you deliberately trying to cause trouble for me?"
Hearing Director Mao yelling at him, Wu Jiawan was already feeling upset. He was just here to work, and he didn't owe Director Mao any money. You're a director, and you're awesome, but I'm not your servant.
"What are you talking about? Did you pick it up in the market? Are you trying to show off your loud voice?"
Wu Jiawan is not afraid of verbal attacks. He hopes that the other party has some backbone and will just fight with him. He will kill the other party even if he can't beat him.
Seeing Wu Jiawan wasn't afraid, Director Mao shrank his head and turned to Sister Liu, saying, "Go! Make him take off his costume. One egg ruined everyone's cake. Don't let me see this kind of person again."
Sister Liu nodded quickly and turned to Wu Jiawan and said, "Contact the props team and compensate them at the original price."
"Yes, lost items must be compensated." Director Liu interrupted.
"I told you, I didn't lose it. You have the sign-in book in your hands. You can find out who it is once you check it."
"Of course I have the sign-in book, but the costume is in your hands now. What if they run away? And if the costume is lost after someone else has bought it, who can say for sure? What if it gets lost after someone else has bought it?"
Being cheated out of fifty yuan was bad luck, and now he had to pay for the costume. Wu Jiawan knew that Sister Liu was deliberately making things difficult for him.
A new crew may come to this place next month, but Sister Liu, who is responsible for setting up the group and recruiting people, has hundreds of extras in her hands.
If you offend Sister Liu, your name may not even appear on the shortlist in the future.
"Sister Liu, it's really not me. We've worked together for a while. I get up early and stay up late every day, and I always do my job."
Wu Jiawan had been dealing with Sister Liu for two or three years, so she was kind enough to say something fair. The props in the group were basically not mass-produced. Shoes like these were all designed by someone else, and the prices were ridiculously high.
"Don't come here if you can't afford the compensation."
Sister Liu said with a tone of disgust that when they were joking around outside, Sister Liu still treated Wu Changyun as one of her own, but on the set, this cheap favor was worthless.
Okay, there are really thousands of extras. If I don’t pay, should Sister Liu pay for it?
Wu Jiawan smiled bitterly and gritted his teeth. No one was short of the 1,800 yuan, but if he didn't get rid of this anger, Wu Jiawan would look down on himself in the future.
"When people are in this world, no one should always think of bullying others. Things will change over time. You lost something, right? Call the police."
Wu Jiawan stripped off his costume, angrily slung it over Sister Liu's shoulder, and headed out without a backward glance. "Fuck you, leading lady, or your shitty schedule, I'm done with this." Director Mao saw Wu Jiawan walk away, then he yelled at her again, insulting her character.
It was raining heavily outside. Wu Jiawan stood at the bus stop for a long time. He picked up the phone and wanted to call home, but after thinking about it, he decided not to give up on this kind of news.
I couldn't help but sigh at the difficulties over the years. Although there is no hierarchy among people, interests determine everything. It is so difficult to make a name for yourself in the film and television industry.
At this moment, the roar of an engine came from his ears. Wu Jiawan was startled and looked up. He saw a dazzling light flashing among the hazy raindrops. Then his head buzzed and his body flew up uncontrollably.
The collision sent Wu Jiawan's soul back to 1973 Hong Kong, where a boy on a bicycle was shouting, "Breaking news! Chinese star Bruce Lee has died unexpectedly."
Wu Jiawan pinched his brows, still feeling the lingering fear from the thrilling scene just now. He straightened up and found himself lying on a large bunk bed, with several shirtless young men lying beside him. They had strong muscles and looked like trained martial artists.
"Chang Yun, what's wrong with you? It's not time to get up yet? Did you get stupid from doing all those somersaults yesterday?"
The person who was talking next to him was Fu Shun, the third oldest among his peers in the martial arts industry, and the host that Wu Jiawan's soul was traveling into at this moment was Chang Yun, the youngest and sixth oldest.
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