Chapter 7
While riding the subway, Sister Hou’s high heels were stepped on and broken.
She returned home with one foot high and one foot low, feeling as if the sky was about to collapse on her head. This pair of high heels cost hundreds of dollars, and she bought them with a bleeding heart, but she had just put them on when they died heroically.
Well, she wore high heels to go out and negotiate a contract, and she probably wouldn't need them in the future.
Thinking of Ranlong's performance in today's interview, Hou Jie's heart sank. Seeing the dejected expressions on the casting staff, this audition was probably a failure.
What should she do after the blowout? She and Ranlong both returned to their previous half-dead lives, and the only thing seriously damaged was her bank card.
Sister Hou took off the suit she had also spent a huge amount of money on with a tired look on her face, walked into the kitchen and took out a bag of instant noodles.
Let’s skip the eggs tonight.
"Good luck~I wish you good luck..."
The phone in her pocket rang, and Sister Hou, startled by the new ringtone, lost her grip and dropped the pancake into the kitchen waste bin. She picked it up distressedly and rinsed it under the faucet, only to start feeling distressed about the water running away.
Sister Hou sighed. It turns out that when people become poor, they start to care about even a few dollars or a few cents.
"Hello? Who is this?" Sister Hou was absent-minded. She put the phone on her shoulder and held it with her head, while her hands continued to boil water and pick vegetables.
"Hello, are you Ranlong's agent?"
"yes."
"I'm the casting assistant for the production of 'The Sound of Falling Leaves.' I'm here to inform you that Ranlong passed today's interview."
Pop.
Her neck cramped and the phone fell to the ground. Hou Jie threw the vegetables into the sink and tremblingly picked up the phone that had been tucked away on the ground.
I forgot to put on the tempered glass, and the phone screen is cracked like a spider web. It will probably be very expensive to replace the screen.
But it doesn't matter.
"My signal is bad here. What did you just say?"
"Ranlong passed the audition. Can her schedule be adjusted?"
"Yes, yes, of course!" Sister Hou nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not. The schedules of all the artists in the world are not as coordinated as Ran Long's.
After hanging up, it took Hou Jie a while to understand what the call meant. She immediately wanted to call Ranlong to tell him the good news, but she couldn't get through.
On the other side, Ranlong was preparing for the live broadcast in the rental house.
Ranlong almost fainted when he ran home up the high-rise stairs.
The sweat from the audition was dried by the air conditioner in Qiu An's car, so she was too lazy to take a shower. She just changed into a clean dress, fixed her hair and put on makeup, and sat on the gaming chair facing the camera.
Today's traffic was particularly poor. Looking at the livestream's popularity, which was less than three digits after being inflated, Ranlong felt a little discouraged.
She started her broadcast too late, and the livestreams that had started earlier had already amassed traffic and topped the popularity charts. She could only watch helplessly from behind, waiting for viewers who were willing to scroll down to find her.
Ranlong checked the charts and found that the first place was occupied by the live broadcast of the performance of the Heart-Stealing Girl. Almost all the traffic of the entire site was pouring into that room.
This crappy combination not only blocked her offline, but also stole her traffic online.
After waiting for a long time but the "number one brother" did not show up, Ranlong lost interest in chatting. He took an order for proxy gaming and was about to switch to the game channel when a barrage of comments popped up from the lower left corner.
Monkey King: Sis! Stop broadcasting! Check WeChat!
Ranlong rolled her eyes at this ID. Ever since Sister Hou dropped the nickname "Little Monkey" under her guidance, she changed her ID on the entire Internet to "The Monkey King".
Too tacky. Too childish. And he's calling her sister again.
Although he was dissatisfied, Ranlong still obediently ended the broadcast and opened WeChat.
She once had a livestreaming mishap. She accidentally landed on her profile on an entertainment forum, where she was exposed as a frequent fan of Qiu An. Fortunately, Qiu An's public relations team responded quickly. In the middle of the night, she was removed from trending searches within seconds, and there wasn't any further buzz.
Even though it didn't lead to a major disaster, this minor incident still scared Ranlong a lot. Now when she opens her personal account, she will habitually broadcast it offline.
The Monkey King: Director Yuan’s crew called and said you passed the interview!
Super Heroic Villain: Oh, tell them that I don’t want to act anymore.
…
The Monkey King invites you to a call.
"Sister Ran, you! You! You!" Sister Hou's voice was almost filled with tears. After a long while, she finally uttered "Why?"
"I auditioned like that and they still let me act. There must be some trap behind this. I won't fall for it."
"But, but, Sister Ran! Please, I, I need money for my grandmother's medical treatment..."
Her grandmother was in good health and often told her that she needed to be smart in the workplace. If necessary, she could go to the hospital and ask an old friend to issue a critical illness notice.
"I have a younger sister waiting to pay her tuition..."
Her sister graduated from a prestigious university last year and was hired by a leading Internet company with a high salary, earning 800,000 yuan a year.
"I still have outstanding credit card debt from last month! My high heels are broken, and my phone screen is broken! I'm just waiting for you to sign the contract to cover these outstanding bills!"
These are all true.
"Huh? Don't you get a fixed salary? What does being short of money have to do with signing a contract with me?"
"Sister Ran, I'm your agent. Once you sign the contract, I can get a commission from the advance pay..."
"Tsk, forget about it, you got it easy."
“…”
When it comes to the pay, Ranlong is excited.
Because her "big brother" didn't come to reward her tonight, he must have gone after the heart-stealing girl. In the underworld, one cannot hang oneself on a "big brother".
She had just paid her rent last month and had no money left to transfer to Ms. Hu.
Ms. Hu’s full name is Hu Fanghui, and she is Ranlong’s mother.
The woman greeted her on WeChat as usual, showing no signs of unusual behavior. But it seemed she wasn't doing well. Perhaps she couldn't bear to lay an extra egg.
"Okay. I'll go with you to negotiate the contract and get some money from them first."
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Yuan Chengyin was prepared to be ripped off.
In addition to the main contract, she also asked Ranlong to sign a supplementary agreement with her, which required Ranlong to take acting classes during the preparation period of the crew.
She would interview Ranlong again before the script reading. If the interview didn't meet the requirements for joining the crew, the cooperation would end.
"Well, if the contract is terminated, do you have to return the salary you paid me in advance?"
"Need not."
Quite generous.
"Um, then can I..."
"No! You have to make up for it! Prepare well!"
oh.
Ranlong woke up early, a rare opportunity, and walked to a small, Western-style building in a rather upscale neighborhood. The environment was quite pleasant, so she didn't think much of it, assuming the acting teacher had arranged a classroom at her home.
It was not until she withdrew her gaze and saw the three-dimensional sign in front of the building, on which were written five large characters "Qiu An Studio".
Ranlong's face turned black on the spot. He removed Yuan Chengyin's WeChat from the blacklist and made a voice call.
"Hey, Yuan Chengyin, what do you mean? Are you selling me off to Qiu An? Don't you think she's treated me badly enough?"
"What are you making such a fuss about? That's Qiu An's own acting studio. They offer acting classes to train new talent so she can select the best and sign them. The studio only invites top practitioners and professors from prestigious universities. You're just going to take a class, and there's no guarantee you'll meet her! Besides, you're going to be acting with her in the future, so you should cultivate some feelings."
"How long has she been famous? She's even putting on a performance studio. Is she so ambitious? Never mind. Can't I take classes somewhere else? Anyway, as long as I pass your test in the end, that's all that matters, right?"
"Of course, you can, but Qiu An's tuition is cheap. If you go out and find a private tutor on your own, it will probably be quite expensive."
Ranlong had already allocated most of the advance salary to Ms. Hu, so it was a bit difficult for her to pay for training from a teacher now.
After weighing the pros and cons, she hung up the phone, walked in with a sullen face and went upstairs.
Anyway, Yuan Chengyin also said that he wouldn't necessarily encounter Qiu An's fault.
"Xiao Ran, good morning."
Qiu An stood at the classroom door in a sleeveless vest, high-waisted jeans, and a thin shirt. Her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, looking clean and fresh. When she saw Ran Long, she turned sideways and smiled brightly.
The corners of Ranlong's mouth turned down as if he had eaten a fart.
She thought that she would kill Yuan Chengyin sooner or later.
"What are you doing here? You're not going to tell me that you are my teacher? I'm going to jump down from here." Ranlong pointed to the steep stairs.
Qiu An ignored her threats and said softly, "I'm not free today. I have work to do later, so I have to leave first."
"Hey, what do you mean by 'I'm busy today'? Are you really going to teach me when you're free in the future? Yes, in terms of fame, you're much more famous than me, but in terms of acting experience, you..."
"Ranlong? It's time for class, why don't you hurry up and come in? What are you mumbling about at the door?"
A rather dignified middle-aged woman's voice came from the classroom. With just a few words, Ranlong was so frightened that his legs felt like they were filled with lead.
She didn't dare twist her neck too much, just glanced around, then covered her mouth with her hand and whispered to Qiu An, "Who's in there? Why does that voice sound so familiar? Could it be Teacher Yaoyao?"
"Yes, it's Teacher Yaoyao. Come in quickly and don't keep me waiting for too long." Qiu An patted her back soothingly, then poked his head into the classroom and said to the person inside, "Teacher Yaoyao, Xiaoran is sorry to trouble you."
No wonder Yuan Chengyin was willing to pay the film fee in advance and then audition again. They even invited Teacher Yaoyao to take charge. Now, she has to act even if she doesn't want to.
Teacher Yaoyao was the shadow of her college days. She didn't expect that after being in society for so long, she still felt an irresistible blood pressure when facing her.
"Where's the person, Ranlong? Did you think of running away when you heard I was the one teaching you?"
Teacher Yaoyao slammed the table so hard that the sound filled the classroom and then spread to the corridor, grabbing Ranlong's shoulders.
It's me, no doubt about it. Teacher Yaoyao's hand is the ruler. It's a ruler.
Not only was Ranlong frightened after hearing this, the entire building was shaking with fear.
"No! No! Ranlong wouldn't dare!" Ranlong raised his voice and answered, but his tone was weak and flattering.
She dragged her feet towards the classroom, and when she looked back at Qiu An for the last time, her previous anger towards her was gone, and her expression was filled with the two words that had been written all over her face when she faced Teacher Yaoyao when she was young:
Save me.
There is also a sense of layering:
Please.
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