The birth of an actor

Chapter 47 Wang Jinghua

An Xin didn't expect her role to be decided so quickly. After all, according to Fan Bingbing, the audition footage for these roles would have to be shown to Qiong Yao in Taiwan... But in any case, this is good news.

After hanging up the phone, the girl immediately offered her congratulations:
"Congratulations! Our star An is going to become a star!"

"..."

Anxinxin, do you want to hear what you're actually saying?
With a hint of speechlessness, he said with a smile:

"Come on, let me treat you to an ice pop."

"Let's go."

The lights in the specialty shop dimmed again. The two walked out of the courtyard, locked the door, and the girl asked:

How do you feel right now?

"...I think the money is too little."

He told the truth.

But Fan Bingbing was somewhat speechless:

"Brother, this makes way more money than being an extra... Of course, it's not a huge amount. Look at those Hollywood stars, they earn millions of dollars..."

"Comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable."

He shook his head helplessly:

"But it's okay, I have plenty of ways to make money. When the time comes, follow me, and I'll guarantee you'll live a life of luxury."

"Cut~"

Upon hearing his words, Fan Bing didn't believe him at all, taking it as him bragging.

We have many ways to make money... If we were really good at making money, we wouldn't have to work as extras for others every day.

But this was just casual conversation.

Soon, in front of the convenience store at the entrance of the alley, the two of them were sucking on their five-cent cream popsicles, staring blankly at the bustling traffic on the street.

Anxin was thinking about the pay for these roles.

A thousand dollars per episode, should I pay taxes? ...Logically speaking, I should pay taxes, right?

How much will be left?
He has a crucial window of opportunity next year. If I remember correctly, one of my roommates, a finance major, dabbled in stocks. At the end of the year, he bought 1,000 yuan worth of Sichuan Changhong shares, which were around 17 or 18 yuan per share at the time. This guy would then brag about it every day in the dorm, saying he'd made hundreds of yuan today and hundreds more tomorrow. At its peak, his 1,000 yuan investment quadrupled or quintupled, making him a well-known stock market genius throughout the entire freshman year.

Some people even sought his advice.

As a result, when the government raised some kind of tax in May or June of the following year, from 3% to 5%, that guy's stock market god status was shattered. Because he didn't sell in time, when he finally exited with the stock worth more than a thousand yuan, he only had a profit of three to five hundred yuan left.

Anxin doesn't understand stocks and has no interest in them. Although he envies others making money, he has never followed suit.

And it turned out he was right; many people who followed the stock market guru to learn how to trade stocks lost money in that wave.

Fortunately, everyone was a student and didn't have much money, just enough for one or two months' living expenses. They would borrow a steamed bun from one neighbor and a bowl of noodles from another, and after a couple of months of hard work, they were back to normal.

But this incident left a deep impression on me.

Because that guy often came to my dorm to brag, saying things like, "Changhong is powerful, but Shenzhen Technology is even more powerful. It's a pity I couldn't buy it because of XXXX reasons," and so on.

He used to treat this as a joke, but now it has become an important opportunity to make his first fortune.

He couldn't remember when the stock started to rise. But he clearly remembered that it started to fall a few days after he came back from the May Day holiday, and that his friend's dorm was being besieged by people every day.

One thousand yuan per episode, and "Princess Pearl" seems to have twenty or thirty episodes?

Based on 30,000, once we receive the money, we should be able to make a substantial profit before May of next year...

These were his thoughts, while Fan Bing was pondering:
Do you think... I'll be chosen?

Anxin, who had been lost in thought, snapped out of it, stared at the girl's large, worried eyes for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
"We're already signing the contract, so there shouldn't be any problem with being selected."

He paused, then suddenly asked:
"But... I mean, what if you can't play Ziwei anymore?"

"Then why would I even sign the contract?"

The girl rolled her eyes without even thinking:

"If someone can go back on their promise, then I definitely won't sign the contract."

"Uh……"

As soon as she said that, Anxin didn't know what to say.

After all, he had always been curious about where Lin Xinru had gone.

She was clearly the one who played Ziwei.

But since they were friends, and seeing her determined gaze, I felt reassured and didn't try to give her any warnings beforehand... there was no need.

He simply offered reassurance:

I think you can do it, there's definitely no problem!

"Hehe~"

The girl flashed a smile, revealing her small, white teeth:

"Thank you for your kind words, Master An."

Anxin rolled her eyes.

Once the popsicle was finished, the girl's "stroll" came to an end.

Pat your bottom and go home to sleep.

He woke up around 3 a.m. as usual, still feeling sleepy. After waiting for Fan Bing, who was also drowsy, at the door, he headed towards the zoo, taking in the scenery of Beijing at 4 a.m.

Over the next few days, the couple continued to live in a synchronized and routine manner.

Two new faces have appeared in Fashion Dress these past two days.

One was surnamed Ma, and the other was surnamed Zhou; both were young men. They were newly hired employees responsible for loading, managing, and delivering goods.

The two of them were quite inexperienced in their work, and sometimes An Xin and Fan Bing even had to teach them. Especially Xiao Zhou, who would start stuttering every time he saw Fan Bing. Fan Bing also liked to tease him, her mischievousness practically overflowing, which made An Xin roll her eyes incessantly.

Anyone who has worked in the garment industry knows that clothing designs are not made according to the season, but rather in advance.

Although it's almost August, Gigi Leung and Lee Ka-fai will have to separate for a while.

Liang Zi is going to Guangzhou to work on pattern making, since autumn is just around the corner.

With her gone, Li Jiahui was left with a lot of things to do.

Xiao Ma and Xiao Zhou have just arrived and can only handle delivery and pickup tasks, such as selling goods and finding patterns. Li Jiahui doesn't understand other tasks in the clothing store, and even if they really wanted to do them, he wouldn't trust them to.

In addition, there are no new summer styles in the store now, so customers contact the store by phone after finding styles that sell well, which has reduced Anxin and Fan Bingbing's workload considerably.

So during the few days Liang Zi was away, I helped out at the store.

On July 27th, Fan Bing received a call from He Xiuqiong, who said she would be back on the 29th.

There was no emotion in the phone call, but after hearing about it, Fan Bing immediately called home and asked her mother to come over.

Then I asked the store for leave.

So, on the 29th, Anxin went to work by herself.

He Xiuqiong returned at noon today.

With Aunt Zhang there, Fan Bing naturally couldn't come over.

Even when Anxin went back, she had to be careful to avoid running into him and making people think that she had designs on her daughter... Of course, this is a joke.

Inside "Fashionable Western Clothing" at this moment.

"Brother Xin, it's all set up."

"Yes, this is the packing slip. Remember, watch the loaders put these two packages of clothes into the truck intact. As long as you make sure the goods were in good condition when you set off and confirm with the logistics company, the receipt of the goods is no longer your responsibility. This will save you from any unclear issues later."

With her makeup still on, Anxin handed the order slip to Xiao Ma, who then pushed away with a large bag of clothes. Li Jiahui, his face covered in sweat, walked in from outside.
"Don't worry, can you take another look for me? Your sister sent me a few patterns and asked someone to pick them up on their way. I need to hurry to the airport."

"Row."

Although it was already past closing time, Anxin still agreed:
"Go ahead, Brother Li, I'll take care of things at the shop."

"Okay, thanks. Don't leave at noon, let's have lunch together."

"Haha, okay."

Anxin agreed and watched the other person leave, leaving him alone on the bunk.

Actually, there are no wholesalers left now; instead, there are individual shoppers coming here to find affordable clothes.

He was dozing off at a small desk in the shop.

I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly I heard a noise:
"Hello boss, could you please get me a size 160 for this?"

He groggily raised his head and saw a short-haired woman, probably in her thirties or forties, staring at him with a surprised look in her eyes.

An Xin was already used to that kind of look.

Having worked here for almost a month, compared to the way those suppliers looked at him, this guy was nothing.

After glancing at the clothes in her hands, Anxin, whose forehead still bore a red mark from being pressed against her arm, nodded in relief.

"alright, please wait."

He got up and rummaged under the clothes rack next to her for a while, found a size 160 garment, and handed it to her with a smile:

"Here you go, sis, you have great taste. This dress is one of our best-selling items."

"..."

The older woman didn't say anything, she just kept staring at Anxin's face.

After looking at it for two seconds, he took the clothes. He unfolded them, draped them over himself, and held them up, seemingly not quite liking them. His gaze then fell on An Xin.

"You can try this dress on. You can't tell from the comparison, but you'll know once you put it on. It's very stylish."

As Anxin spoke, she pulled out a curtain from a corner of the shop.

Once you hang the clothes on the hanger, the space behind becomes your personal fitting room.

Upon hearing this, the woman thought for a moment and nodded:

"it is good."

So, she calmly drew the curtain and stood at the doorway.

At this moment, a nearby shopkeeper laughed and said:

"Don't worry, you're not off work yet."

"No, how's business today?"

"Hey, it's alright. Our two models... aren't very good. Oh, no one's inside... Hey, don't worry, why don't you and Bingbing come work for me? I'll pay you 100 a day, how about that? The work is much easier than theirs, you two can come at 5 pm, come on time, leave on time, work as models for an hour, and you can even rest for ten minutes, how about that..."

"Haha, never mind, bro, I'm quite happy here."

"Hey, don't go there. Don't you know what kind of person I am? I'm telling you the truth. You just need to come to my house as a model... Here's the deal, you name your terms, okay?"

"Really, forget it, bro. Sister Zi and Brother Li have been really good to me. Besides, school starts soon, and I won't be able to do this anymore once school starts. Thank you for your kind offer..."

"...Think about it some more. Don't worry, I really feel that you and Bingbing are compatible."

"Haha, I know, I know."

He calmly and nonchalantly dealt with the poaching attempts that he encountered every day.

Wang Jinghua, who was changing clothes behind the curtain, was taken aback.

model?

This boy...

Is she a model?
(End of this chapter)