Chapter 82
How to turn a seemingly useless actor into a movie star? This was a question Dong Chi couldn't figure out. He searched online, only to find a bunch of nonsense. He then prayed to the gods, hoping that they would help Ying Zhisheng find his way.
The script was being revised again and again, trying to make Ying Zhisheng's character more three-dimensional. He was discussing it with the screenwriter and producer, Fuquan was preparing the contract, and Assistant Tao was also busy and confused. Lou Sheng wandered by and said, "I'm going to work."
"Okay." Dong Chi nodded, then felt something was wrong: "Huh?"
"What kind of job do you have? Does Ying Zhisheng know?"
Everyone looked over with disbelief, but because they couldn't see Lou Sheng, they could only look around.
Lou Sheng raised the small stack of A4 papers in his hand, a little excited, and quickly moved over to show it: "Look! Ying Zhisheng prepared a resume for me, and there's my photo on it. I'm so handsome."
It's just a resume. Everyone has done this to some extent, running around to make ends meet. It's nothing strange.
Catching sight of those sparkling peach blossom eyes, Dong Chi held his forehead. He'd forgotten that Lou Sheng's family didn't need to look for jobs outside; they could just join the company. No wonder they were so excited.
While he was stunned, Lou Sheng boasted again: "Ying Zhisheng also got me more than a dozen ID photos. I also have a water cup, hand cream and napkins in my bag."
I really have to go to work.
Dong Chi frowned and took a closer look. Lou Sheng was dressed neatly, in a plain shirt and gray trousers. He looked meticulously dressed. He had a water bottle worth thousands of dollars and an expensive hand cream that the brand had sold out last year.
How did he give it to Lou Sheng? Burn it? Or was there another way?
He had good eyesight and could even see the self-introduction written on Lou Sheng's palm. It was probably also taught by Ying Zhisheng.
This is real work. Ying Zhisheng is as careful as a real father, afraid that he will be wronged if anything is missing.
That doesn't make sense. How could Lou Sheng, a nobody, go to work and prepare so many things in such a formal manner?
Dong Chi cleared his mind and asked in confusion, "What kind of job do you have? Did the King of Hell take a liking to your unique nature and make you an Ox-Head and Horse-Face?"
"What's with the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Mask? I'm going to the police station to assist with the investigation. Don't tell my mom about this, she's definitely not going to agree."
From Dong Chi's perspective, Lou Sheng had been unhappy since he died and turned into a ghost, but now he seems to be in high spirits, with light in his eyes, and not only is he smiling so proudly, but he is also showing off his equipment.
The door opened, and Ying Zhisheng appeared holding a black umbrella.
Dong Chi asked, "Where else are we going?"
Ying Zhisheng wore a mask and said calmly, "Send the young master to work."
Standing high up in the building, I gazed down. The sky outside was clear, with a few wisps of white clouds occasionally blocking the sunlight. A man walked slowly, cautiously, holding a black umbrella. His long shadow shortened and lengthened in the light, the skewed umbrella protecting an invisible and intangible ghost.
He was holding an umbrella again. Internet trolls called Ying Zhisheng expensive and gave him nicknames and made fun of him because he always went out with an umbrella.
If you get caught, you'll be ridiculed by everyone.
Dong Chi sighed softly, but Ying Zhisheng was also willing.
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Some people doubted the accusation of the 18th-tier unknown actor, while others believed it. Among them was a photo of Ying Zhisheng used as evidence, in which he was wearing a school uniform and holding a guitar. The other party insisted that the photo was taken when they went on a trip to another place together.
Ying Zhisheng posted a photo with Lou Sheng. They were in the same scene and dressed the same way. The intimacy between the two teenagers was more convincing than any words.
He also put a silly goose sticker on Lou Sheng's face.
While the other side was spending money like crazy to hire internet trolls, Ying Zhisheng gradually leaked the information to the paparazzi he had worked with before, and was bound to ruin Feiyuegao's talent show.
Fei Yuegao and Gao Yixuan had a secret collaboration, and it was thought that the two sides could join forces to trick Ying Zhisheng.
Gao Yixuan had just spoken, fabricating a story that Ying Zhisheng was amorous and unfaithful, when his creditor chopped off one of his hands because of his debt.
The bloody video was widely circulated, and netizens only then realized that the man who was willing to kill his own relatives for the sake of justice was actually a person who enjoyed a luxurious life in private and owed huge amounts of usury.
At the same time, the products sold by Gao Yixuan during live broadcasts were repeatedly exposed to problems, and his reputation plummeted.
Ying Zhisheng had long wanted to teach this Taoist a lesson, but he suppressed his impulse and chose the most appropriate time to act.
Isn't that Taoist priest good at fortune-telling? Could he have predicted that he would suffer a bloody disaster?
"Officer Chen said Lou Sheng was very clever. He used the distribution of the broken glass to deduce that the ghost was hiding in the house and hadn't left. He even pulled the ghost out from the wall with his bare hands."
Seeing that he was distracted, Fuquan tried to tell Ying Zhisheng as much as possible about Lou Sheng's situation to reassure him. "Officer Chen Ji has quite a few tricks under his command. It's good that Lou Sheng can make some friends."
not good.
Chen Ji didn't know what method he used, but he broke Zhang Kaifa's curse and allowed Lou Sheng to leave him.
Ying Zhisheng felt a sense of discomfort all over his body, his thoughts a mess, like ants crawling around and his blood vessels about to explode. He was anxious and restless.
Ying Zhisheng selfishly wanted to enjoy Lou Sheng and had no choice but to stay by his side.
"There's a lot of information about you online, some true, some false. One moment it's someone from your longtime neighbor, the next it's someone from high school, and the next it's someone from a former colleague. They're saying all sorts of good and bad things about you. Feiyue Gao is determined to get rid of you, and now they're spreading rumors of plagiarism."
Ying Zhisheng closed his eyes, hummed, and said, "Get it back."
In fact, Ying Zhisheng has been quite tough in recent years. It was only this year when Lou Sheng got into trouble that the blow was so great that even his survival became a problem. He had no time to deal with these idiots who were taking advantage of him.
"Dong Chi's script is ready. Take a look at it first and join the crew in a week."
Fuquan licked his lips, paused, and then said, "I just took a quick look at the script. You are a boy named Dantu, who comes from a miserable family and suffers from school bullying."
You should hold on to the knowledge of life.
My heart was pounding as I continued to recall the plot: "Then you met a boy who saved you. Dong Chi didn't prepare a name for this character, and he didn't even need to appear in an appearance. You and that guy liked each other, but one day, that boy was pushed off the rooftop by the group that bullied you."
Ying Zhisheng's eyes suddenly darkened, his fingernails dug into his palms, his facial muscles twisted, and he trembled with uncontrollable anger. He sneered and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, brother." Fuquan knew this would happen. "Dong Chi said that only this way can you get into the role. Lou Sheng wants to see you use the Best Actor award to slap the haters in the face. Director Dong has no choice."
"Oh, Officer Chen Ji sent a message." He changed the subject. This was not a new message, it had been sent a long time ago and was waiting to be used to comfort Ying Zhisheng.
"It was Lou Sheng introducing himself in front of his colleagues in the Special Investigation Office, and I could actually hear it. Is this really not synthesized by AI?" Fu Quan said in an exaggerated tone. It was indeed unbelievable and magical.
Ying Zhisheng's eyelids blinked rapidly, and for a moment he couldn't speak. He choked and whispered, "I, I want to listen."
This self-introduction was made early in the morning, Ying Zhisheng said, and Lou Shenglai wrote it down.
He wanted to see the traces left by Lou Shengxin in the real world.
Ying Zhisheng tried to remain calm, but his hands were shaking as he put on the headphones.
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