I am not reborn [entertainment circle]

The fragrance of tea filled the entire reception room, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone in from the window, and the tea set was plated with a layer of eye-catching gold.

The young man sat in the shadow of the wall, like a ruthless dividing line, separating him from the middle-aged man who was making tea.

The middle-aged man smiled and filled the teacup in front of the young man, and spoke in a full-fledged manner, with a three-point apology in his tone.

"It's not that I don't want to give you this role, it's really the pressure of competition now, you know—"

The tea overflowed from the rim of the cup, the young man's eyes turned from the middle-aged man to the window, and a few magpies flew from the wall to the tree, stealing the offspring of another unlucky bird.

"Our team doesn't have that much funds, and the contract signed with the platform is also shared, and we are also under pressure. We all know your acting skills, and you are really good, but in the current situation, we have nothing to do. I still hope you can understand."

The young man drank the tea in front of him in one gulp, and got back his data card while pushing away the chair.

"It's okay, I've caused you trouble." The young man stood up and nodded slightly to the middle-aged man, "We will cooperate again when we have a chance. You are busy, so I will go first."

Walking out of the production company, I don't know which glass is dazzling. The young man blocked the light with one hand, and crossed out a memo on the phone with the other hand.

The words "Ning Yuanyuan" danced on the screen.

It was his agent who sent the new group training, followed by the audition clips of the corresponding roles.

[Ning Yuanyuan]: Brother Shu, take a look at this!

I should forgive you for clicking on the document that looks like garbled characters, and there are a few large characters at the beginning of "The film title is undecided".

He admitted that there are indeed some crews who have started preparations before passing the review, but such crews generally make people suspicious.

Finding a shady place, Yingshu sat down peacefully before replying to Ning Yuanyuan's message.

[Yingshu]: The title of the film has not yet been determined, and it is not an old-fashioned IP. The production and director seem to be very new?

[Ning Yuanyuan]: But you can go over and chat, the title of the film is scheduled to be "The Road to Heroes".

[Ning Yuanyuan]: The expected type of the character sent over is your photo.Hope is still pretty big. [Bunny lying down.jpg]

In the eyes of others, Ning Yuanyuan is a young girl who has only been in the industry for a few years and does not have many connections. However, only she knows that she has the memories of the next five years.

The drama "The Road to Heroes" was not favored by anyone at first, but because of Lin Chang's participation, and restored the charm of childhood martial arts, it once aroused the memories of two generations.It is called the benchmark of martial arts dramas in the new era by netizens.

When I went in the afternoon, the role was still waiting.She spent a long time in the preparatory team before she managed to insert the materials of Yingshu into the candidates.

To be honest, Ying Shu didn't want to accept this script, even though it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.

However, the reality is cruel after all. He, an actor in his late thirties, shares a two-bedroom apartment with a little girl like Ning Yuanyuan.

If it is said that Yingshu didn't understand the sufferings of the world in the past, then he has basically understood what it means to make money hard.

Life is indeed not that difficult, but what he needs to bear is not only the necessities of life.

[Yingshu]: I'll go and have a look tomorrow.

A penny stumps a hero, so he decides to let go of the face he has cherished for many years.

Ning Yuanyuan only has him as an artist, and the two of them can hardly even be called small workshops.

Whether it is the cost of the channel or the promotional period, only Ying Shu is the one who can make money.

The pressure is a bit high, but fortunately, it can still crawl slowly in the trough.

He's as stable as an old dog now.

Wear a mask carefully, and you should be forgiven for crowding into the evening rush hour subway along with the crowd of people coming off work.

The carriage was crowded with people, and he didn't know how many times his shoes were stepped on.The clothes were pressed into several folds, and the backpack was stuck to the side of the shoulder for two stops.

The mask was so stuffy that I couldn't breathe, Ying Shu squeezed into the corner along with the crowd getting off the car, the mask seemed to be torn off, this was the chance to take a break.

However, as soon as he looked up, he saw a mobile phone with a strange angle. The little girl holding the mobile phone had slightly flushed cheeks and smiled shyly at him.

"Little brother, can you add friends?"

Ying Shu looked back blankly, the little girl was wearing a middle school uniform, her facial features were full of youthfulness.

"Little uncle doesn't add friends."

"You look so handsome! I..."

It seemed that the little girl wanted to say a few more words, but the sound of opening the door sounded, Yingshu couldn't hear it clearly, and then the little girl got out of the car.

Although he refused very happily, the bent eyebrows betrayed his mood at this time, as if the whole day's experience had been healed.

Perhaps from going his own way to being content with the situation, the dream of a teenager can only be maintained by this kind of heartlessness.

As the end was approaching, there were fewer and fewer people on the subway. Ying Shu straightened his clothes and walked skillfully to the fruit and vegetable supermarket outside the community.

There are many people in the supermarket at the entrance of the community.Yingshu is waiting in line to be cleared, and the empty thinking is disturbed by the ringtone of the mobile phone.

There are too many people in this business who have more than one mobile phone number, so Yingshu didn't think about it and picked it up.

The other party obviously didn't know the authenticity of the phone number, so he just asked over there: "Hello, is this Mr. Yingshu?"

The person in front of him just finished paying, so Yingshu answered the phone and handed two bags of green vegetables to the cashier.

I don't have a lot of cash with me, and I don't even have enough cash to go next door to buy some meat after buying vegetables.

Ying Shu was leaning against the gate of the community with his phone in his hand. From a distance, he looked like a model about to shoot a poster. Under the light, his delicate facial features alternated in light and shade. Both men and women passing by couldn't help but stare at him.

"Mr. Ying, I'm the director of the Shilai platform. I want to invite you to a program. Is it convenient for you?"

Listening to the other party's question, Yingshu asked subconsciously: "I want to know first, how did you come to find me?"

Just like when he went to meet the producer today, Yingshu's current position is a bit awkward, in a state of being recognized by the insiders and unknown by the outsiders.

He doesn't have the traffic that can impress the management, and he can't bring in profits, and there are countless actors of the same type as him, but he is a traditional actor who doesn't get paid.

The director sounded like he was well prepared, so he didn't directly answer his question. Instead, he introduced: "This is a 24-hour observation reality show. The guests currently invited include Mr. Chen Chi, Ph. ...It is expected that some younger generation idols will be invited together—”

Ying Shu only felt that the more he listened, the more outrageous he became, and he subconsciously asked, "Are all liars so accurate in their business now?"

The editor and director who was questioned over there paused for a few seconds, seemed to adjust his breathing, and then continued: "That's right, in order to meet the brand's requirements, we feel that inviting you is the most suitable for our program."

"The brand?" Ying Shu followed the director's words and asked back.

It's not that he's overly sensitive, it's that he suffered this kind of loss when he first entered the circle.

His first drama had a tendency to become popular, but it hasn't improved in recent years, the reason is that some people have been waiting for him to bow his head and make him subdue.

"Pick up the taste." Let the actors know what's wrong with the sponsor, and the director has no intention of hiding it.

There are too many people who are willing to use resources to express their hearts.

The relationship between adults is unspoken, they are only responsible for handing over resources to artists.

"Just add me to your phone number."

Hearing this answer, Yingshu agreed to the program invitation almost without thinking.

Firstly, he is really short of money, and variety shows are one of the fastest ways to make money; secondly, he has no psychological burden at all for the resources of "picking up flavors".

Even if it's a loan, he can easily repay this favor.

The editor and director laughed silently, and said to get in touch right away, before hanging up the phone, he couldn't help blurting out: "What are you talking about focusing on acting, isn't it still climbing..."

Here, Yingshu didn't have time to put down the phone, and listened to the first half of the sentence verbatim.

He wanted to call back for a moment, but he and Ning Yuanyuan really needed the money now, whether it was rent renewal or outsourcing expenses for the next year.

Before going out, she promised Ning Yuanyuan to buy her some meat to satisfy her cravings. Yingshu can tolerate eating, but the bottom line is clear.

A few pieces of meat consumed another pink ticket, which he subconsciously converted into cash, and couldn't help but look down at the plastic bag in his hand.

The aunt selling vegetables smiled all over her face: "This young man is so handsome! Come back next time after eating!"

"it is good."

Just out of politeness, Yingshu glanced at the text message on the phone.

[Your account balance is: 7.89 yuan]

Maybe not really next time.