Unscientific Movie King

Chapter 1 Brother-in-law
2002 years.

Beiping, HD District.

Hundreds of people from all over the world live in an ordinary alley.

At five o'clock in the morning, the lights in the east wing of the compound came on.

In the small room of more than ten square meters, Qin Chuan woke up, not by the brightness of the incandescent light, but by Huang Bo who was sleeping on the lower bunk.

"Hey, wake up, get up!"

"It's so early, brother-in-law." Qin Chuan answered in a daze, half closing his tired eyes.

Huang Bo gritted his teeth and said, "What's the point of saying early? If it's any later, there won't be any work at the Beijing Film Studio. Also, I've told you several times, when you go out, call me brother, not brother-in-law."

He never thought that he would be harassed by his girlfriend's cousin just because he went to his girlfriend's house during the New Year.

First, she shouted excitedly after hearing her name, and then she kept asking him if he had ever been in a band and whether he was currently studying at the Beijing Film Academy.

After getting the affirmation, the boy insisted on following me to Beijing to work hard.

He learned from his girlfriend that Qin Chuan's parents died in a car accident when he was young and he was raised by his grandparents. He did not perform well in the college entrance examination last year and went crazy for half a year. He was a poor man.

After repeated requests from his girlfriend, Huang Bo could not resist and reluctantly brought his cousin's son to Beijing to develop his career just after the Chinese New Year.

The reason why he was reluctant was because this guy had heard that being an actor could make a lot of money quickly.

He has seen many such people.

When you see others making money, you think you can do it too, but your enthusiasm only lasts for three minutes and nothing works after a few days.

"I understand, brother-in-law." Qin Chuan propped himself up, yawned, wiped his eyes, and jumped off the bed swiftly.

Shivering, he put the suitcase in the corner flat on the ground and took out the clothes and pants he would wear today.

Five hundred yuan, four pieces of clothing, three pairs of trousers and two pairs of shoes, that was all he had.

"What is this?" Huang Bo squatted down and reached out to pick up a mask from Qin Chuan's suitcase. The mask was completely red and had many black patterns carved on it.

Unlike ordinary masks, the masked man only has eyes and a nose.

The mouth is closed, or there is no mouth at all.

There are copper rings on the left and right jaws, connected by a red rope.

Looks a bit ferocious.

Turning it over, the back of the mask is covered with dense, incomprehensible text, full of mystery.

Qin Chuan didn't bother to put on his clothes, he reached out and took the mask: "This is a Nuo mask, passed down from my family, a souvenir from my parents."

Huang Bo originally wanted to say that this thing looked a bit old, and maybe he could exchange it for some money if he took it to Panjiayuan.

When I found out that it was someone's parents' heirloom, I dared not say anything more.

"Then you have to keep it safe and don't lose it."

After saying that, he took the basin and towel and went out to the yard to wash.

When Huang Bo turned around and walked out, Qin Chuan looked at the mask with a complicated look in his eyes.

His parents' legacy, that's just his excuse.

I bought the mask at a roadside stall the day after I took the college entrance examination. The owner said it was called Nuo costume, from the Western Zhou Dynasty. In ancient times, priests wore Nuo costumes on their faces and performed Nuo dances with their feet to communicate with heaven and earth, play the role of ghosts and gods, and drive away plagues and evil spirits.

In the end, Qin Chuan bought it at last week's price.

When he got home that day, he put the mask on his face and played with it for a while, and then he went crazy.

It was as if countless images were forced into my mind. They were the intermittent and fragmented memories of an ordinary young man in 2024.

It took half a year for the two memories to merge, and he could not figure out whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

Not long after, Huang Bo's appearance opened a new door for his ordinary life.

In the future world, this man is a billionaire movie star and a real boss in the entertainment industry.

It would be unjust if I didn't hold my hands up to him at this time.

That's why he followed Huang Bo to Beijing to develop his career, hoping to earn 2.08 million yuan a day in the future.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up!"

At the door, Huang Bo's impatient voice came.

A few seconds later, the door opened and Qin Chuan came out with a new washbasin, towel, toothpaste and toothbrush in his hands.

Squatting next to the faucet with toothpaste foam in his mouth, Huang Bo had to admit that Qin Chuan looked somewhat like a human being.

Young people aged eighteen or nineteen are full of youthful energy.

He was a little over 1.80 meters tall, thin, with a straight back, and his hair was slightly long, which he had pulled into a Korean middle part with his hands.

The upper body is a denim jacket with a white short-sleeved shirt, and the lower body is jeans and white sneakers.

He is much more handsome than me.

"Why are you standing there? Come here." Huang Bo called Qin Chuan over and said quickly, "I'll only help you get acquainted for a few days. I'll go back to school and live on campus when school starts."

"I paid one month's rent, which is 400 yuan. You don't have to pay me back. You will pay it yourself starting next month."

As he spoke, Huang Bo glanced at Qin Chuan, wanting to see his brother-in-law's expression.

In this era where the average income per capita is 1,800 yuan, a monthly rent of 400 yuan can scare a lot of migrant workers to death in minutes.

You have to know that in rural areas, farmers earn less than 400 yuan a month.

"Thank you, brother-in-law. I will return the money to you." Qin Chuan calmly turned on the faucet and filled the mouthwash cup with cold water.

Huang Bo was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that his brother-in-law still had some backbone.

"You want to be an actor, right? With your qualifications, you have to start as an extra. The location for the job is at the Beijing Film Studio. I'll take you there later."

"The salary for extras is about twenty-five dollars a day. Those who act out corpses, wade through water, or get beaten up get more money."

Qin Chuan brushed his teeth and said, "750 yuan guaranteed per month, not bad."

Aside from the 400 yuan rent, there is still 350 yuan left. After spending 150 yuan on food and drink, I can save 200 yuan.

But he had no plans to save money. Two hundred yuan a month was nothing. Ten years of saving would only yield twenty-four thousand yuan, which was not enough to buy a toilet in Beijing by then.

Huang Bo sneered, "The guaranteed minimum is 750. You're dreaming. It's good enough to be an extra and get work 20 days a month."

As if he didn't want to break Qin Chuan's beautiful fantasy and ambition, he changed the subject and encouraged him: "But if you are willing to endure hardships, work hard, and make progress, it won't be difficult to gain a foothold even if you don't want to become rich."

"I'll hang around for a few years, save some money, go back to my hometown and build a house, and it would be nice to get married."

"Gululu, poof!" Qin Chuan spat out the mouthwash, and the toothbrush made a clanging sound in the cup. He turned his head and said to Huang Bo: "I want to marry someone from the city, with big breasts, a nice butt, long legs and fair skin."

"You have great ambition." Huang Bo praised him, then stood up and muttered, "You wish for that. I haven't even married a beautiful, rich woman yet."

It was still dark when the two of them finished washing up.

I walked out of the alley and bought steamed buns for breakfast at a street-side breakfast shop. Ten minutes later, bus No. 107 arrived.

Huang Bo took the lead and threw two one-dollar coins, and the two got on the bus.

Half an hour later, we arrived at our destination, the gate of Beijing Film Studio.

It was already dawn, and there were more and more people going to and from get off work on the road, and there were even more people in front of the Beijing Film Studio.

Groups of young men, here and there, gathered around the girl, chatting with her in twos and threes.

The older ones squatted on the ground and played cards and Landlord to kill time.

It was Qin Chuan's first time in such a place, and everything he saw was new. He came to a white magnolia tree and pointed at the sleeping figure on the tree: "There is another one here."

Huang Bo glanced at it and said calmly, "It should have come in the middle of the night. There was dew on the grass in the morning, so it could only rest on the tree."

The man in the tree chuckled, very young: "I didn't come here in the middle of the night, I was here last night."

The two of them secretly thought it was awesome.

Here comes my brother
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(End of this chapter)