This actor has something

Chapter 11: Being beaten
After returning home, He Daqi knew that Zhou Huimin had not lied to him, because he searched Zhou Huimin's name in the film library, and about twenty film and television dramas came out at once.

He casually searched for Liu Furong and Zeng Aizi, and these two turned up more frequently.

Zhou Huimin cut a plate of pineapple and put it on the table. Seeing He Daqi standing there in a daze, she sat next to him and turned on the TV.

"Have you made up your mind? Do you want to go back to Beijing or join me in Hong Kong and join a few crews first?"

He Daqi hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's go back to the city first. When I left, I told my grandma I'd only be out for a few days. Although I've called every day to let her know I'm safe, she's been talking more today. I guess she's worried that I've been out for too long."

Zhou Huimin nodded, stood up and took a nail clipper from under the table, threw the nail clipper to He Daqi, and then put her foot on He Daqi's thigh.

"Help me trim my nails. They're a bit long and they're a bit tight in my high heels today."

How unhygienic!
He Daqi asked with some disgust: "Have you washed your feet? You just put them on my legs like that."

Zhou Huimin was eating a pineapple and watching a TV series. When she heard He Daqi's disgusted voice, she turned her head and glared at him, kicked him twice, and said, "Just cut it. My feet are fragrant and don't need to be washed."

Between being cowardly and being angry, He Daqi chose to be angry.

He picked up a jade foot and began to cut it carefully.

After cutting both feet, Zhou Huimin threw over a bottle of red nail polish. He Daqi curled his lips, then clumsily took the brush and applied it to her.

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In the courtyard of Guangming Tower, the sky was just getting light.

"Grandma, I went to the gate of the Beijing Film Studio to pick up a job."

He Daqi stuffed a meat bun in his mouth, shouted something incoherently, and prepared to walk out.

"You kid, you just came back yesterday and you're acting as an extra again today. Just stay home quietly. Take this bun. I heard from others that some crews don't provide meals when you're acting as an extra. If you encounter that, eat this." The old lady chased out anxiously and stuffed a lunch box into He Daqi's hand.

Come on, give it to Zhou Huimin and let her have a taste of the big meat buns made by ordinary families in Beijing.

When I arrived at the villa, I opened the door with my key and went upstairs to see that Zhou Huimin was still asleep.

He Daqi went over and woke up the sleeping beauty: "Don't sleep anymore, get up and eat."

"Did you buy breakfast? What was it?" Zhou Huimin asked while stretching.

"These buns are not bought, but made by my grandma. I'll give them to you to try. I've put them on the table. You can eat them later. I'll go to the entrance of Beijing Film Studio now." He Daqi gave an instruction and turned to go downstairs.

This time when He Daqi came to the gate of Beijing Film Studio, he was not very curious. He leaned lazily under a tree, watching the cars coming and going and the leader recruiting people.

"There are ten young eunuchs and six palace maids in the Qing Dynasty palace drama, and thirty for the whole day."

"An anti-Japanese drama, sixty people, forty of them dead or alive, hurry up!"

"Find ten unique-looking people for a martial arts drama. Money is not a problem. If the director likes you, you can join the crew."

He Daqi was somewhat attracted by the martial arts drama that had just arrived, but before he could squeeze over, he saw that the group leader had picked out all the ugly ones, and instantly understood what it meant to have a distinctive look.

"Damn, am I not ugly enough? You actually look down on me!" An extra who didn't get in with He Daqi spat and cursed.

He Daqi turned around curiously to see how ugly this guy was and how he could be so confident.

"What are you looking at, pretty boy? Even if you're pretty, you still don't get the role!"

He Daqi happened to make eye contact with this person. Perhaps because He Daqi was too handsome, he aroused bad emotions in others, and this guy immediately started yelling at He Daqi.

He Daqi curled his lips, ignored him, and squeezed out of the crowd.

Not long after, three more cars arrived.

Leading the group was an old Santana, followed by two Songhua River cars.

"To play the police officers in an urban anti-corruption drama, we need ten upright-looking ones."

A man got out of the van and shouted.

Then three people got out of the old Santana, smoking and chatting, looking at the extras who had gathered around them.

One of them was an older young man who said that young people were not young and middle-aged people were not middle-aged. He accidentally saw He Daqi.

The older young man was stunned, then waved to He Daqi.

He Daqi was not interested in the drama. He wanted to watch a martial arts movie, so he ignored the older young man's wave.

Unexpectedly, this older young man was persistent and walked up to He Daqi with a cigarette in his mouth. "Kid, didn't you see me waving?"

Some of the older young men are a bit ruffian, but their ruffianism is different from that of Chen Guanxi. If Chen Guanxi is a little ruffian, then the older young man standing in front of He Daqi is a rogue and bully.

Seeing that He Daqi ignored him, the older young man became angry and kicked He Daqi directly.

"Speak! I waved, did you hear me?"

He Daqi was stunned at first, and then his anger reached his forehead. Just because he didn't want to pay attention to him, this bully actually kicked him.

The tree next to him was newly planted and had a few pieces of wood tied to it for support. He Daqi grabbed one and prepared to pull it out.

"Oh my! You've become so capable! He Daqi, if you have the guts, hit me on the head. If I dodge at all, I'm not your uncle!" The older young man pointed at his forehead and said to He Daqi with a sneer.

He Daqi's hand that was about to pull out the stick stopped there.

The older youth wasn't ready to let him go. He kicked He Daqi again and asked, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"

"He Bing, what are you doing?" At this time, the two men who got off the Santana with the older young man surrounded him. One of them, a middle-aged man in his forties, frowned and asked the older young man.

"This is my good-for-nothing nephew. My eldest brother and his wife were mechanical workers. There was an accident in the workshop and both of them died, leaving behind this troublesome guy. This brat even stole his grandfather's money and went traveling in Hong Kong some time ago. I didn't expect to see him here today." The older young man named He Bing became more and more angry as he spoke, and couldn't help but kick He Daqi again.

He Daqi was now overwhelmed. It sounded like the man in front of him was indeed his uncle. Judging from his appearance, could this guy be a gangster? He was the leader of the gang when he had nothing to do, and when he had something to do, he would drag people out to fight?
What's more, his previous incarnation actually stole Mr. He's money to travel. No wonder Mr. He treated him with such disdain when he just came back.

"Speak! Are you mute?!" He Bing yelled again.

"Alright, alright, everyone's watching. Is your nephew waiting here to take on a job? It just so happens that his image is quite suitable. Just lead the crew there."

The middle-aged man understood that this was an uncle beating his nephew. Seeing that the extras were all looking at him, he started to persuade them.

He Bing came up and dragged He Daqi towards the van.

He Daqi panicked. It was obvious that his uncle didn't like him. If he followed him, he would be in big trouble if he started a quarrel and got beaten up again.

"I don't want to play a policeman, I want to shoot a martial arts drama." He Daqi began to compete with He Bing.

"You got picked? It's good enough that you have some acting experience. That's not right. The last time I went back to Guangming Building, your grandfather told me that you were admitted to the Literature Department of Beijing Film Academy. Why are you waiting here for a job?" He Bing frowned as he spoke.

"I don't want to go to school anymore. I want to be an actor." He Daqi found that he seemed not as energetic as He Bing. This guy was carrying him around like he was playing.

"Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey? Extras are shit actors! I graduated from the Central Academy of Drama, and I've been on the stage for so many years and I'm just starting to make it.

You actually have the crazy idea of ​​trying to make it out of being an extra. Why? Just because of your face?

"Just go to school honestly. You want to be an actor, right? When school starts, go to the acting class first. When you understand the lessons, then you can talk about becoming an actor!"

He Bing picked up He Daqi and threw him into the van, then pointed at He Daqi's nose and sprayed him.

He Daqi felt the suppression of his martial arts ability, so he stopped being stubborn and sat obediently in his seat with his head drooping like a frightened quail.

Anyway, I'm going to be an extra, or play a policeman, so I just have to get through this day. It should be fine if I just stay away from He Bing when I see him in the future.

Unfortunately, this day was not so easy to endure.

"You're playing a police officer, not a fugitive! Why are you rolling your eyes around?"

"You can't even salute? Look at yourself, you're so weak, like a mouse seeing a cat!"

"Stand! Stand! If the camera is pointing this way, you should stand here. You're a supporting role, so you can't block the main character's view, and you have to make your presence felt. If you just show your shoulder in the camera, you have absolutely no presence!"

"I've told you so many times! Don't move your eyes! Keep your gaze firm. You know what firmness is, right? Ah!? I'm asking you a question, do you understand?"

The director had clearly agreed to this, but after each shoot He Bing would always pull He Daqi aside and find fault with everything He Daqi did wrong.

He Daqi was a little dazed by his scolding. He could hardly walk and almost lost control of his hands and feet.

The TV series's lead actor noticed something was amiss with He Daqi, so when He Bing was once again dragging He Daqi aside and scolding him, he came over and asked with a smile, "Bingzi, is this guy your apprentice? Is he also from the People's Art Theatre?"

"Teacher Li, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. This is my nephew, He Daqi. He said he wants to be an actor, so today I'm letting him experience what it means to be a good actor."

He Bing explained first, then patted He Daqi on the head and said, "Call someone, this is Teacher Li Xuejian, a senior in the industry."

"Hello, Teacher Li." He Daqi quickly greeted him.

"Oh, don't do that. I can't be called a teacher. The boy looks much better than your uncle. Acting is a job that relies on listening and watching. Don't memorize what your uncle taught you. He practiced in stage plays, and some of his methods are not suitable for TV dramas."

(End of this chapter)