What about actor?

DM entertainment.

The young boss sat at his desk, and after 10 minutes passed, his back was still straight.

"The total income from endorsements is 2000 million, commercial performances are 1300 million, and advertisers are 5000 million..." He quickly calculated the company's profitability in recent months, under the gold-rimmed glasses, his slender eyes looked like torches.

Everyone knows that the most budget-conscious boss in the entertainment industry is none other than the Chengwen of DM Entertainment.

I heard that he is extremely strict with the artists under the company. Among them, there is a famous "Overlord Clause": No matter how popular the artists under DM are, the revenue sharing must be in accordance with the contract, the company 7, the artist 3.

The office door rang twice symbolically, and before Chengwen could respond, the people outside had already pushed the door open and entered.

Cheng Wen raised his eyes to see the person who came in, stopped his hands, curled his lips and said, "Why are you here?"

Shu Yi didn't even bother to smile, he slammed the door behind his back, and walked to the leather sofa indoors to sit down.

His brows were full of hostility, and his upper and lower lips were tightly pressed together, which was completely different from the book in the ad that melted into a pool of spring water when he laughed.

"The wind has come out."

Cheng Wen's smile remained undiminished, and he didn't react when he heard the words, "Well, I know."

"I thought he would have to stay in prison for at least ten years!" Shuyi reacted greatly, and waved his hand to smash the delicate glass on the low table, "Plagiarism, pedophilia, moxa, copyright infringement... It took a lot of money to spend a lot of money on the table." So much effort to mess with him, now that he's out... definitely... definitely..."

Cheng Wen walked slowly to Shu Yi's side, and ran his fingers wantonly through the other's fluffy blond hair, "Why, are you afraid that he will retaliate against you?"

Shuyi waved Cheng Wen's hand away irritably, "Oh, am I afraid of him?"

Four years ago, he was able to make Shi Feng look like a down and out dog, and now, he can do the same!

"Honey, you don't have to react so strongly." Cheng Wen leaned back with a relaxed posture, "I think the chance of him getting back up is very small, and it won't be too easy."

He has an arrogant personality, does not accept all unspoken rules, is full of stigma, and has a mysterious background.

Who is willing to take big risks to support such a person.

"Besides, isn't there me?" Cheng Wen suddenly approached, his eyes were smiling from beginning to end.

As soon as Shu turned his head and looked at him closely, the thoughts in his heart became complicated.

This man is always smiling.

In the past few years with him, Shuyi has acted like a baby and lost his temper, and he has never seen the other party's expression other than a smile.It was as if nothing could interfere with his emotions.

Shuyi always had the illusion that he was used to being lawless, but under that smile, there was something terrible hidden.

Cheng Wen sat back at the desk again, and typed a few words on the notebook with his slender fingers, "By the way, I took the special invitation of "Blue Sparrow" for you."

Shu frowned, temporarily abandoning those thoughts just now, "I don't want to go to that kind of boring period drama."

Cheng Wen was not annoyed, but still comforted him patiently: "Hey, you only need to act in a few episodes for this announcement, and check your qualifications."

After a long period of persuasion, Shuyi reluctantly agreed.

At the end of November, the crew of "Blue Sparrow" officially started work in Guandu Film and Television City.

It's the cold winter season, and it has been snowing heavily since [-]:[-] in the morning, and there is no sign of stopping until the afternoon. Group A takes a break temporarily, and Group B takes advantage of the snow to shoot outdoor scenes.

Qi Mo was wearing the orthodox military uniform in the play, but he was resting in the car leisurely with his legs crossed. He raised his hand to support his chin, his eyes drifted out of the window for a long time, a little absent-minded.

Outside, filming is underway.

"Su Ziguang, I think you should tell the truth honestly." The opponent pinched Shi Feng's chin forcefully, with a contemptuous expression, "Perhaps because of your good appearance, Bai Tan, I can let you go .”

Shi Feng continued to read the lines: "Oh, don't think about it!"

He was dressed in everything, wearing a light apricot-colored robe from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and a black wig, but as a stand-in, he didn't have a face in the camera, and he didn't even put on makeup.

But from Qi Mo's point of view, Shi Feng's Bai Tan is already thrilling enough.

Moles of tears, shallow pupils, and cold white skin are nothing unusual, but when they are placed on Shi Feng's face, they look surprisingly good-looking.

Qi Mo's gaze became even more erratic, and he unconsciously murmured: "Oh...don't even think about it."

In a blink of an eye, after a fierce gun battle scene, "Bai Tan" jumped up and fell into the river.

"Ka—" The moment the director called to stop, a staff member immediately stepped forward to fish Shi Feng out of the cold water.

That frozen pale face came into Qi Mo's eyes, he was trembling all over, but he didn't even frown.

He only found out about Shi Feng being a stand-in today.

The word Han Yanran was written next to Su Ziguang on the notice sheet. Qi Mo was not familiar with this name, but he was always wondering that Shi Feng would lose the role to others with his professional ability.

I really sat in prison for four years, and the more I sat, the more useless I became.

At six o'clock, the crew brought in a cart of boxed lunches, and Shi Feng had time to rest.

He lined up neatly, his eyes drifting to those transparent boxes, and when he saw his favorite stir-fried potato shreds, his stomach finally couldn't help but growl.

"Today's dishes are potato shreds and pot-wrapped meat. Each person can't take more than one serving. The pork rib soup is free and you can serve it yourself." The uncle's shouting momentum reminded Shi Feng of the Dafan aunt in the cafeteria when he was in high school. .

He found a corner and squatted to eat quietly, among all kinds of extras, silently mixed in the noise.

An unknown old man came over, patted the tattered actor's costume on his body, and sat down beside Shi Feng.

He took a sip of the steaming rib soup and smacked his lips: "Tsk, it feels good."

Shi Feng also laughed, feeling a lot of affection for the only old extra who was willing to sit next to him.

"It's cold, so you should drink more hot soup," he said.

The old man wiped his mouth and started talking again, "Young man, how much money can a person like you earn a day?"

Shi Feng swallowed the rice in his mouth, "Hmm... 800 yuan."

Even when he was squatting on the ground holding a lunch box to eat, his table manners were quite standard. He chewed the rice and vegetables slowly, and drank the soup slowly after it was warmed up. From the beginning to the end, he did not make a sound.

"How come it's only 800? Nei Xiaolin plays the protagonist's personal maid, and she has fewer lines than you, and she has 2000 miles a day."

Shi Feng was taken aback, knowing that the old man had misunderstood, he smiled helplessly: "Grandpa, I'm just a stand-in, I don't have lines."

Seeing the confused expression on the other party's face, Shi Feng put down his chopsticks and pointed his finger in Han Yanran's direction, "Did you see that actor who wore the same clothes as me, he played Su Ziguang."

The old man looked in the direction Shi Feng pointed, squinted his eyes to see clearly, but shook his head inexplicably.

"It's a pity, you are much more suitable than him."

The stand-in looks better than the real one. It's the first time I've seen the old man as a group performer who comes to play tricks in his spare time.

On the other side, Han Yanran, who was lazily sitting on the chair, noticed two gazes from somewhere, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look over.

He saw Shi Feng not far away, where the once popular idol squatted there eating lunch, looking a little pitiful.

The same clothes and hairstyle as myself, the only difference is that the other party has no makeup, has no blood on his face, and has a bad complexion.

"The HIV AIDS* man is terminally ill. Judging by his expression, he might die tomorrow." Han Yanran remained motionless, uttering extremely aggressive words with a blank expression.

That person's skin was dazzlingly white, even though it was already almost pale, it also produced a different sense of beauty on its own.

Being proud for a long time is a bit unpleasant, Han Yanran has to admit that some people are born more suitable to stand in front of the camera than others.

He looked away, looking at the fresh fish soup that his assistant had bought for him, which was carefully kept warm, and he was so sullen that he almost knocked it over to the ground.

"Don't eat." Han Yanran dropped the silver spoon, and the spoon fell on the small wooden table with a loud bang.

He glanced at Shi Feng on the other side again to confirm that the other party did not look away, and then gave the middle finger brazenly.

Han Yanran said, "It's disgusting."