In the entertainment industry, everyone has been reborn, but who will be their servant?

Chapter 9 I'll Give You Money

Actually, all it takes is a few people to take the lead; everyone else is just being dragged along.

Just like an uprising, once you raise your arms and call to arms, most people just follow the crowd.

Just as they were talking, assistant director Matthew walked towards them.

"Disperse. Remember to gather your friends and classmates tomorrow morning." Qin Xuan watched them go first, just like a secret agent.

As the crowd dispersed, they all cast unfriendly glances at Matthew, the very man who had bullied them the most and treated them like livestock.

But now is not the time for conflict, so we can only hold back and wait until tomorrow morning to launch an attack.

"Shit, you guys gathered here, are you planning to cause trouble again?" Matthew could tell from their eyes that they were hostile.

He spoke incoherently and his pronunciation was somewhat unclear, after all, he was an American.

But if you listen carefully, you can still hear it clearly!
"We're just getting to know each other, it's not illegal, is it?" Qin Xuan stood up.

“It’s not illegal, but if you’re planning to cause trouble, it won’t be as easy to let things go as it was the last time,” Matthew said sternly.

These words enraged those who remained.

Qin Xuan didn't want to pay attention to him, and simply nodded lightly.

This indifferent attitude only fueled Matthew's anger, and he snapped with a lisp, "Did you hear me?"

"I heard my dog ​​barking, so I'm leaving now," Qin Xuan said to Shen Ao and the others.

Those who hadn't left burst into laughter, finding it satisfying to compare the Americans to dogs.

Matthew seemed to feel greatly insulted and angrily pointed at her: "Shit, don't think I won't touch you just because you're the director's man."

He had previously gathered a team to work with the lighting crew to set up the light array, as it was a large project.

However, Qin Xuan ignored him and had already walked away.

"What are you laughing at? You're not allowed to leave until you finish today's work," Matthew yelled at the rest of the workers.

"Idiot," Zhang Linke muttered under his breath.

The uprising was brewing beneath the surface, unknown to the leadership, who had little communication with the grassroots.

No one went to report it or anything, so there was no benefit to it, since those people were all outsiders.

Many people are already contacting their relatives and friends.

In the evening, Qin Xuan and eight other people stayed in a makeshift shed with bunk beds. The conditions were very basic; there was no air conditioning or individual electric fans, only a ceiling fan that whirred loudly above, making it unbearably hot.

Moreover, the space was cramped and the air didn't circulate much. Qin Xuan couldn't stand the conditions and got up to leave.

Just then, Wu Guoqiang walked in wearing a vest, lit a mosquito coil, and asked, "Xiao Xuan, where are you going?"

"I want to go out for a walk," Qin Xuan said.

"Xiao Xuan, I overheard the director talking about you with someone today. He thinks you have a lot of potential. If you have the opportunity, you can work for the director. That way, you'll have a better future. There's no future with me. We're always struggling to make ends meet."

Wu Guoqiang talked to him about future plans.

People like them earn money when there's work and no money when there isn't. They are temporary employees with fluid employment, and it's normal for them to go months without work.

"He's from Hollywood, aren't you worried about me going abroad?" Qin Xuan asked.

"Hollywood is great, lots of work, lots of money, and unlimited potential." Wu Guoqiang placed the lit mosquito coils on the plate.

People in China still have a strong desire to go abroad.

"I don't know if he wants me or not, but I'll try my best!" Qin Xuan didn't mention that he had already rejected Wang Peter, but instead chose to cooperate with his uncle. After all, his uncle still had expectations of him, and he didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"Come back early."

Liu Yifei had just finished a day of filming and was on her way back to the hotel.

The lights outside were dim. She held her phone to her ear, talking on the phone: "Mom, are you coming tomorrow? How did the talks go?"

"I'll tell you when we get back. How's your filming going?" Liu Xiaoli asked in return.

"It's great! I'll tell you, I ran into someone today who fell asleep in my seat." Liu Yifei seemed very lively.

"Who was it? Did they do anything to you?" Liu Xiaoli asked worriedly.

"Of course not, he didn't know it was my seat, and he even apologized to me. I gave him some fruit, and he thanked me. He was also spacing out, which was quite funny." Liu Yifei was quite proud, her little mouth agape, though it was unclear what was so funny about it.

"You still need to be careful. Don't associate with people you don't know," Liu Xiaoli advised, also out of fear that her daughter might encounter bad people.

"Yes, I know him. He's the assistant to the lighting director. He's the one who set up today's light array. The director even said he's very capable," Liu Yifei said, going on and on.

As she was talking, she had already reached the hotel entrance and saw a familiar figure standing with his arms crossed, looking up at the hotel building.

She stepped forward, her pupils dilating, and said in surprise, "It's you?"

"Hello, Teacher Liu." Qin Xuan was also quite surprised, and his face relaxed. Every time he saw this girl, he could feel her vitality.

"Hello!" Liu Yifei replied, then shouted into the phone, "Mom, I'm not talking to you anymore, I ran into someone I know."

Qin Xuan saw that she had changed out of her costume and was wearing a beige sleeveless vest, with her two slender, fair arms exposed.

She wore ripped jeans on her lower body, which gave her a casual and refreshing look.

Liu Yifei looked down, put her phone in her bag, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm thinking about how to check in," Qin Xuan said, pointing to the hotel.

"Don't you have a place to stay?" Liu Yifei asked, looking puzzled.

This is one of the hotels where film crews stay. The people staying there are either actors or people from Hollywood and Hong Kong.

"Yes, but the conditions are too poor, and I'm not used to living there."

"Oh, I see. Then you can stay here. This place is semi-open; except for certain floors, the rest are open to the public," Liu Yifei said casually.

Except for the floor reserved for film crews, all other floors of the hotel are open to the public in order to avoid being disturbed by fans and reporters.

Qin Xuan looked embarrassed.

Liu Yifei lowered her voice, looking mysterious: "You're not broke, are you?"

Qin Xuan smiled awkwardly. He had thought the guy was simple-minded, but it turned out he was quite clever.

"Teacher Liu, I'm leaving now, goodbye."

"Hey, come back here." Liu Yifei took out several hundred-yuan bills from her bag, stuffed them into his hand, and said readily, "Here you go, you can move in!"

"This isn't a good idea." Qin Xuan stared blankly at her, then looked at the money in his hand.

"It's okay, take it. Once you've rested, just remember to use the lights to make me look nice." Liu Yifei gently patted his shoulder, then waved goodbye.

Clean and efficient, leaving no trace.

(End of this chapter)