My metaphysics is popular all over the world

"Women's Mighty" itself is a female protagonist, and the male protagonist does not have many roles. It didn't take long for Cheng Hang's role to be completed.

The crew held a wrap-up banquet for Cheng Hang. Originally, they just wanted to celebrate a little bit, but they didn't expect that all the big investors came, and some of them brought their families along, forcing the scene to become bigger.

Speaking of it, it is all thanks to Yuan's father's unremitting publicity.

Ever since Cheng Hang helped Yuan Jun get rid of the Lingling Sao who was possessed by him last time, and relieved their family of a potential crisis, Yuan's father admired Cheng Hang so much that no matter who he went out to get together with on weekdays, he always mentioned it.

Their family specializes in the entertainment investment business, and their business partners are basically in the entertainment circle. Friends who come and go in the circle will know Wen Xinzong's name.

People in the entertainment industry still believe in ghosts and gods. The production crew has to pay homage before starting the filming. It is said that some celebrities have raised ghosts in their homes to ensure their popularity will last forever.

Therefore, many people want to see how amazing this so-called master is. No, they came here to join in the fun taking advantage of the opportunity of the finale.

But this master looks...why is he so young?

While Cheng Hang was going to the bathroom, an old friend poked Papa Yuan and asked in a low voice, "This is the master you are talking about? How old is he?"

Papa Yuan immediately put on an expression that you don't want to talk nonsense, "Master Cheng is young, but he is very capable!"

The old friend was silent for a while, "But...he seems to be in his early twenties, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Papa Yuan yelled angrily, "Master Cheng is only 19! Don't call him too old, okay?"

Old friend: "........."

That sounds even more unreliable, doesn't it?

On the other side, Cheng Hang came out of the bathroom, and saw a few people from the same crew talking on the way back to the box.

They were all supporting roles in the crew, and a few of them surrounded a man with a haggard face, pushing and shoving. Cheng Hang looked familiar to them, but he couldn't name them.

He didn't want to be nosy, and was about to go around, when he heard a supporting actor sarcastically said: "Hey, isn't this the famous acting light, Song Yiran, Brother Song! Why, Brother Song usually hates this kind of private gathering the most. Is it the one with big legs and tall branches? How did you come here today?"

Another person pinched his throat and said with a smile: "Oh! What are you talking about? Brother Song just passed by and got lost and came in. You say it like this, it seems that he came here on purpose to find a way out Same... How could Tangtang Song slap himself in the face?"

"So I got lost—" The person who spoke first made an exaggerated expression, and slapped his own mouth, "I'm sorry, I'm just too small-minded, I thought there were so many people tonight. The gold master is here, Brother Song is here to sell ass!"

As soon as these words came out, several supporting characters looked at each other and laughed mockingly.

Song Yiran lowered his head the whole time, his face turned red when he heard these words, his fists were clenched tightly, but he couldn't say a word, letting them push him around.

Cheng Hang took a glance and walked away, returning to the box from another direction.

Not long after, the group of supporting actors also came back, and Song Yiran was among them, but he was squeezed out in a corner, far away from the tables of the patrons.

Cheng Hang stared at him for a while, and Yuan's father beside him noticed his gaze, and also found that there was an extra person in the box, who looked a little familiar.

He recalled it for a while, and finally remembered, "The man's name is Song Yiran. He debuted very well a few years ago, but for some reason, he didn't come out with any good works for several years in a row, and gradually he couldn't make any splashes. Who is playing in this play?"

Cheng Hang didn't speak, but the assistant director next to him took up the conversation: "It's not that there are no good works, but they are all stuck. If this person is unlucky, he really can't be praised no matter what. He speaks too straightforwardly, and offends him. There are few people, but Director Lin gave him a supporting role because of his past affection."

When Director Lin heard his name, he followed their gaze and sighed, "It's a pity that you have a stubborn temper...In this day and age, who can stand out just by acting alone?"

Now it's all about traffic first, no matter how popular Song Yiran was before, no matter how talented he was, it was useless.

What's more, when Song Yiran was still popular a few years ago, it wasn't that no director invited him to play the leading role. Unfortunately, those dramas either died halfway, or the review was suddenly tightened and they were stuck.

That's more than half of it stuck, and there are some low-cost dramas left. Every time they are broadcast, they can bump into other big-produced hit dramas.

The investor's money and the energy of so many people in the crew did not come from the wind. After a period of time, when a new artist came out, he gradually faded out of the audience's sight.

Now there are only a few directors who still have a little pursuit of acting skills to invite him to film. For the sake of ratings and investors' money, there is no way for him to play any big role. It is not a burden to fill in a supporting role. original intention.

Director Lin said with emotion: "You said it was strange, why did some unlucky things happen to him?"

"..."

No one answered him.

After all, it was a wrap-up banquet for Cheng Hang, and the topic quickly passed, and the center of the topic returned to Cheng Hang, and no one thought of the brilliant and talented actor in the corner anymore.

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Song Yiran sat stiffly in the corner all night, his ears were filled with cynicism, and his mood could not become numb.

Even though they are all in the same box, the atmosphere at another table a few meters away is quite different from that here.

Compliments from investors, love from the director, and congratulations from other members of the same group, all these things that he once owned now appear in another person.

This person is younger than him, and his acting skills still need to be honed, but his understanding of the script and the nuances are far beyond him, as if the people in the script really came out, and they are completely different from the people outside the play appearance.

Song Yiran was unconvinced at first, but after seeing Cheng Hang's acting too much, he had to admit that his talent is indeed very strong.

But this realization was an even bigger blow to him.

I used to see those people who have no acting skills but can act as leading actors, and can dominate several major TV stations after the TV series are broadcast. He can still comfort himself. It is because the world has changed and the audience does not understand how to appreciate it.

But Cheng Hang's popularity is not even as good as his. Not long ago, his Weibo was full of black fans who scolded him.

But he was able to turn the tide against the wind, reverse the wind criticism in just a few months, and let so many big shots support him.

People are different.

Song Yiran originally listened to the manager's words today, and was going to let go of his dignity, and came here to ask for the appreciation of a benefactor, and give him another chance to make a comeback.

Sitting here now, he has no idea of ​​working hard.

So many people gave him a chance back then, if he was really capable, he wouldn't be sitting here now, being looked down upon by others.

Song Yiran sat in a trance until the end of the show. Everyone left, but he was still sitting in his original position. He didn't wake up until the waiter came to remind him. He got up and left slowly.

The waiter stared at his back for a while, and said suspiciously: "This man looks like a star, I can't remember his name, what is Song? Yifan? Is it Yifan?"

"Did you remember correctly?" Another waiter laughed, "Cheng Yifan is my husband, he sings, he doesn't look like him at all, okay?"

"It's not that Yifan... oh, forget it. Shall we go to have a barbecue together after get off work at night?"

"..."

Song Yiran's footsteps were heavy, and his back, which had always been straight, seemed to be weighed down by some heavy object. He bowed down, and his whole body was like a bereaved dog. When he left the clubhouse, he stood by the side of the road in a daze, not knowing where he should go .

At this time, the mobile phone rang, it was the bank transfer notification.

Song's mother sent him 1000 yuan and asked him if he finished filming. Remember to call her after the film, and remind him to go to the store to eat a bowl of longevity noodles tomorrow and ask the store to make him a soft-boiled egg.

He was filming outside all the year round, Mother Song didn't dare to call, she always sent a text message first to ask, and if there was no reply for a long time, she would send another one, for fear of disturbing him.

Song Yiran glanced at the date, only to realize that tomorrow is actually his birthday.

He hasn't been home for several years.

All these years, he was stuck in the magic barrier of being a smash hit but falling into the quagmire before reaching the peak. He only thought about how to hone his acting skills every day, went around auditioning for opportunities, and never thought about what would happen to his family.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that on his birthday, he ate half-boiled eggs and longevity noodles cooked by his mother, and vowed that he would make a lot of money in the future and let his mother live a good life.

"Just look at it, from now on, I will support you!"

At that time, he first entered the entertainment industry, and was praised by many film critics as the hope of the entertainment industry, and he was constantly invited. These words were soul-stirring, and he had no doubt that he would not be able to achieve it.

The result is now...

Song Yiran looked at the transfer information, and his vision suddenly blurred.

All the cynicism and sarcasm encountered in these years faded away, only a handful of phone conversations with Song's mother remained, the mother's cautious and restrained concern, and the sporadic news brought back by fellow villagers, Song Yiran squatted down, weeping uncontrollably.

He's just... not human.

Song Yiran broke down and cried for a long time before he could barely hold it back. He picked up the phone and wanted to call his mother, telling her that he would never have unrealistic dreams anymore, and that he would buy a ticket to go home tonight and honestly find a share. Work to support the family.

He wiped his face indiscriminately, but he couldn't wipe away the tears. At this moment, a piece of paper was handed over and placed in front of him.

Song Yiran was stunned for a moment, quickly picked it up and wiped it a few times, and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Hearing this voice, Song Yiran raised his head abruptly, seeing an unexpected person, he couldn't help being stunned, "You, you are..."

"Cheng Hang." Cheng Hang sat down next to him and threw him a pack of napkins, "Are you planning to quit the circle? Don't try again?"

Song Yiran put away his phone, smiled wryly and said, "After trying for so long, the result is already obvious. Unlike you, I have strength and luck..."

"What if I say I can help you change your luck?" Cheng Hang suddenly interrupted him, "Help you get back to the top, even more popular than before."

Song Yiran paused for a moment, remembering the rumor that Cheng Hang would tell fortunes, his eyes suddenly burst into light of hope, looking at Cheng Hang as if looking at a living Bodhisattva who helps the world and saves people.

"...Wait a minute, you seem to have misunderstood something." Cheng Hang was a little uncomfortable, raised his hand to block his overly hot gaze, and took out a small card from his pocket, "Wenxinzong has newly launched a copper membership card, 1000 yuan a piece Zhang, no points and no discounts, one card first?"

"..." Song Yiran's excited expression suddenly froze.

The author has something to say: Song Yiran: 1000 yuan will not be let go!

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It will be over in about [-] words, and the next book "I am a master on earth" will start in the next year.

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