This actor needs more money

I don't know how long I slept for, but Ding Xiu woke up and was woken up.

"My dad borrowed the money from door to door in the whole village. I will fight with anyone who takes it."

"I didn't take it. I think your money is dirty."

"I really think I am a college student. I was slapped in the mouth by a supporting actor on the set two days ago. I didn't even dare to fart. I made a mistake in my position and was scolded by the assistant director... I have a book on self-cultivation of actors by my bedside and I think I am an actor? Damn, I’ve only seen you twice, do you understand?”

"No matter how bad I am, I'm still a college student. If I can't be an actor, I can at least go to college. You don't even have a primary school diploma. What can you do? I daydream all day long and don't urinate to see if I'm the right one. I'm short. You are ugly, and you smell of poverty. At best, you are chasing your dreams, at worst, you are just messing around..."

"Didn't you say you didn't take it? What happened to the money?"

"How do you prove that the money is yours and does it have your name on it?"

"What the hell... I'm missing fifty, why are you using it for me? Take it out."

"I can't take it out. I bought shoes. Even if you beat me to death, I don't have any."

"Then take it off for me."

Standing up and leaning against the wall, Ding Xiu witnessed the two rookies scolding and pushing each other. Finally, the impatient Zhou Xueshan found Wang Baoqiang's right leg and kicked him.

Wang Baoqiang not only retaliated with kicks, but also punched him in the face with a combination of punches.

In the end, Wang Baoqiang was the winner in this novice fight. He tore Zhou Xueshan's trouser pockets to reveal his red shorts, dug out 350 yuan, and forcibly took off Zhou Xueshan's casual shoes.

When he was caught stealing money, Zhou Xueshan was shameless. He simply packed a few clothes and left without any self-cultivation as an actor. Before leaving, he cursed that the two of them would always be extras.

With scratches on his face, Wang Baoqiang said to Ding Xiu: "Brother, I misunderstood you before, I'm sorry."

Ding Xiu's stomach rumbled with hunger, he covered his stomach and said, "If you are interested, treat me to a meal."

"Okay!" Wang Baoqiang nodded.

When Ding Xiu went to the bathroom in the afternoon, he turned over the other person's bed and almost hit him in the end. It was indeed his fault.

It is appropriate to treat someone to a meal and make amends.

If Zhou Xueshan leaves again, the rent will fall on the two of them. It used to be forty for each person, but now it is sixty. If Ding Xiu also leaves, he will have to bear the entire rent.

…

"Boss pays."

"eighty two."

In front of the barbecue stall, Wang Baoqiang finished paying the bill with tears in his eyes. He found a linen bag and picked up the dozens of beer bottles that Ding Xiu drank, intending to drag them back and sell them.

Zhou Xueshan only spent fifty yuan of his money, and Ding Xiu was even more ruthless, eating eighty-two yuan for one meal.

Wang Baoqiang secretly glanced at the casual shoes Ding Xiu was wearing, and Wang Baoqiang felt even more heartbroken. Zhou Xueshan had bought the shoes with his money, and they were size 43, which he couldn't wear.

"Ding Xiu, I agreed, I'll give you these shoes, and you'll have to pay an extra twenty yuan in rent next month."

Ding Xiu leaned back on the chair, biting his toothpick and stroking his belly. This was the first meal he had after coming to this world, and it was very fulfilling.

The beer was just not that good, it seemed to be mixed with water, and no matter how much you drank it, you wouldn't get drunk. A store manager like Daming would have been killed on the street long ago.

"I know, you said it five times."

Seeing his heartless look, Wang Baoqiang was worried. He knew that Ding Xiu didn't have a dime on him and was even poorer than him. Not to mention next month's rent, he didn't have anything to eat tomorrow.

In order not to be borrowed money, he could only encourage Ding Xiu.

"Go back when you're full. I heard that there is a new production crew and they need to recruit a lot of people. If we go early tomorrow, we will definitely be able to survive."

The toothpick flew out, and Ding Xiu stood up: "Okay, then go back and call me tomorrow morning."

Ask him to find a factory. He really can't do it from eight to eight every day, let alone work as a waiter in a restaurant. If the master and brothers know that he is here to serve dishes and wash dishes, they may not be able to live happily.

The group acting is very good, the salary is paid daily, and I have three days off every day. I work when I want to work, I sleep when I don't want to work, and no one cares about my drinking.

Carefree, free and unfettered, wasn't this his ideal life?

…

At three-thirty in the morning, Ding Xiu was woken up by the alarm clock, and then the lights turned on.

After a rustling sound, Wang Baoqiang put on his clothes and called him several times. After receiving a response, he took a basin of water from under the bed and went to the street to wash up. He picked it up from the public toilet before going to bed last night.

The place they will go to soon is the entrance of Beijing Film Studio, which is seven kilometers away. There are no buses at this point, so they have to get up early.

The crew usually starts work at eight o'clock, and the extras have to arrive two hours in advance. After putting on makeup and practicing their moves, it's almost time.

Therefore, the extras must be selected before six o'clock.

In order to be selected by the crew, they had to wait at the entrance of Beijing Film Studio early. The earlier they arrived, the greater the chance of being selected.

After wiping the shit from his eyes, Ding Xiu got up and sighed: "This is more tiring than killing people."

With the towel hanging on his shoulders, Ding Xiu carrying the washbasin and toothpaste and toothbrush, he came to the ground.

After washing up, he saw that there was quite a lot of water. He went back to the basement and took out half a pack of shampoo and washed his hair, which made Wang Baoqiang feel distressed.

That's his shampoo. I usually use one pack four times. Damn it, Ding Xiu squeezes out half a pack at a time.

At 3:45, the two of them walked along the street to the Beijing Film Studio. Even in a big city like Peiping, there were no people on the street at this point, and it was very quiet.

As they walked, Ding Xiu started to jog, and Wang Baoqiang ran behind him.

"Let's see who gets to Beijing Film Studio first?"

"I will definitely arrive first." Wang Baoqiang said with a big white tooth smile.

He may not be an opponent in a one-on-one duel, but he is not afraid of anyone in terms of endurance. He grew up in a rural area and went to work at the age of six. Later, he stayed in the Shaolin Temple for six years, and morning jogging was part of his daily homework.

One kilometer, two kilometers, three kilometers, Ding Xiu was breathing heavily, his forehead was covered with sweat, and the shadow of Wang Baoqiang in front of him had long disappeared.

He stopped running and walked quickly. With each exhalation and inhalation, his breath slowly calmed down.

"My body is still too weak. It seems that I need to exercise more in the future."

He is awakening his memory, not wearing it, otherwise he would have the physique to single-handedly pick off a team of Tatar cavalry and run ten kilometers without losing breath.

The only benefit this body brings to him may be that he is good-looking, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, strong features, and a tall body. Well, tall in every aspect.

Also, he is young, only twenty years old, and has many good years to spend in the future.

After resting for a while, Ding Xiu continued running, at a much slower pace.

At 4:30, we arrived at Beijing Film Studio.

Fifty or sixty people have gathered here, including men, women, old and young, with young people making up the majority.

Under the street lights, some people were squatting on the edge of the curb smoking, and some were wrapped in quilts and lying on the lawn to sleep. Wang Baoqiang stood stupidly on the branches of a thick ginkgo tree and waved excitedly to him.

"Here, here!"

"You must lose."

"If I lose, you are better."

"Hehe." Wang Baoqiang smiled even more happily.

Sometimes bets between men are so boring. Just saying you are good is already a high honor.