Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

Chapter 206 The Moment of Godhood: Talismans

Sister Bai arrived a little later than usual.

On set, a conflict broke out between the lead actor and the supporting actor, especially since the supporting actor only had one scene left, while the lead actor demanded to choose one of the two.

At this point, the director will definitely be extremely busy, and may not even be able to film today's scenes.

To her surprise, everything on set was in perfect order, as if nothing had happened yesterday.

She looked in the direction of the director and saw that there was an extra chair next to the monitor. Ma Yili was sitting there, holding a cup of coffee, chatting with Teng Huatao.

Her expression froze for a moment, then she broke into her usual smile.

"Oh, when did you arrive, Sister Elizabeth?" she said with a smile as she walked over, her tone as warm as if she were meeting an old friend.

"It was a last-minute decision," Ma Yili said with a smile as she stood up and shook hands with her. "I just happened to have some free time, so I came to take a look."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Sister Bai's gaze inadvertently swept over Zhang Qilin and Sun Jile, who were sitting not far away, before returning to its original position.

She was making plans in her mind.

She was present throughout yesterday's conflict.

She clearly saw that Sun Jile's attack and Zhang Qilin's retort had brought the two to the point of irreconcilable conflict.

She had assumed that the outcome of this matter would be that Zhang Qilin would be replaced or his scenes would be cut.

When a newcomer challenges a popular leading man, according to industry practice, the one with no voice is always the one who suffers.

But the result was completely unexpected.

Ma Yili appeared at the scene, and the two who had argued fiercely yesterday were sitting separately as if nothing had happened.

The only person who could make Sun Jile, a man with a bad temper, behave was Ma Yili.

As a very powerful person in the industry, Ma Yili doesn't give face to just anyone.

The current situation is the one she felt was the least likely to happen.

This made her even more curious about Zhang Qilin's background. What was the reason that made Ma Yi personally step in to mediate?

She needs to reassess this young man.

"Actors, take your positions," Teng Huatao's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Today we're reshooting the ending of yesterday's conflict scene.

Zhang Qilin walked to the designated position.

Sun Jile also came over, and the two stood face to face.

As the director announced the start, Sun Jile read his lines according to the original script.

Zhang Qilin reacted according to the script.

"Okay, this one's done," Teng Huatao said with satisfaction.

Once the director had announced the decision, Sun Jile turned around and returned to his seat.

With Ma Yili present, he dared not cause any trouble.

His professional skills are top-notch; as long as he doesn't resort to underhanded tactics, the quality of the performance immediately improves.

But Zhang Qilin noticed that every time Sun Jile looked at him, there was a burning fire in his eyes.

Sun Jile was indeed dissatisfied.

He was in his room last night, and Ma Yili talked to him for almost two hours.

He tried to reason with him, but the fire in his heart remained unextinguished.

He just suppressed it temporarily.

Because he knew that he couldn't really touch Zhang Qilin right now.

But that doesn't mean it will never be able to move again.

He noted down what happened today.

Sooner or later, he would make Zhang Qilin know the price of offending him.

During a break in filming, Sister Bai took her thermos and sat down next to Zhang Qilin.

"I feel good today," she said with a smile, her tone much warmer than a few days ago.

Zhang Qilin glanced at her and nodded politely: "Thank you, Sister Bai."

Sister Bai took a sip of water and asked casually, "Qi Lin, is he from Kyoto?"

"no."

"Oh, you got the position at the Beijing People's Art Theatre?"

"Soon."

"That Beijing People's Art Theatre student—"

The two chatted for a few minutes, and Sister Bai nodded thoughtfully.

She was quickly processing the information in her mind.

A moment later, the smile on her face became even more friendly.

"Qilin, about that scene before, I was just trying to help you develop your character," she said, her tone carrying a hint of explanation. "Don't take it to heart."

Zhang Qilin smiled and said, "Sister Bai, what are you saying? It's all for the good of the show."

"That's good," she patted Zhang Qilin on the shoulder, "We'll have more opportunities to work together in the future. I think you have a good sense of acting, and it's very comfortable acting opposite you."

"Thank you for the compliment, Sister Bai. I still have a lot to learn."

"Your personality is quite interesting. Can I leave you my contact information? Maybe there will be a suitable script for you in the future, or—or just to chat," she said, waving her phone casually.

Zhang Qilin didn't refuse and took out his phone to add him.

It's just a matter of multiple ways to contact someone; in this circle, the boundaries of connections are inherently blurred.

She walked back to her seat, sat down, and the smile on her face disappeared.

I didn't get anything out of them.

She leaned back in her chair, watching Zhang Qilin preparing for the next scene from afar, and made up her mind.

The subsequent filming went exceptionally smoothly.

Under Ma Yili's watchful eye, Sun Jile behaved impeccably in every scene.

Zhang Qilin also cooperated. Although the two did not communicate in private, they could quickly get into character as soon as the camera was turned on.

Teng Huatao sat behind the monitor, his brows finally relaxing.

The final scene is a solo shot of Lu Ran. In a corner of the noisy wedding, he watches his former lover and friends laugh, and finally silently turns around and walks into the crowd.

As the director yelled, "Action!"

The noise on set suddenly amplified. Zhang Qilin slowly raised his head, his gaze passing through the crowd and locking onto Huang Xiaoxian, who was laughing and joking with others not far away.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions: longing, reluctance, and a hint of indescribable relief.

He stood there quietly, as if recalling the moments he shared with Huang Xiaoxian, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

Zhang Qilin walked very slowly.

The camera followed his silhouette, passing through groups of laughing and chatting guests, and through aisles filled with flowers and balloons.

The surrounding noise surged in like a tide, then receded just as quickly, leaving not a drop on him.

He paused for a second at the doorway.

There was no turning back.

Then I pushed open the door and stepped into the light of the corridor.

"Card!"

Teng Huatao stood up from behind the monitor and clapped twice.

"This one is particularly good," he said with a relaxed tone. "Qi Lin, you got the rhythm of that pause just right, not too much, not too little."

"Okay, that's a wrap," Teng Huatao led the applause. "Qi Lin has finished filming. You've worked hard."

Then came the photographer, the lighting technician, the production assistant—and finally, even Sister Bai joined in the clapping.

Ma Yili stood up, nodded to Zhang Qilin, and smiled appreciatively.

Sun Jile stood on the periphery of the crowd and did not applaud.

He simply looked at Zhang Qilin, his expression indifferent.

Teng Huatao walked over and patted Zhang Qilin on the shoulder: "Qilin, you've worked hard. All your scenes are finished."

A staff member pushed a cake over.

It's not big, but it's very exquisite.

The words "Happy wrap-up, Lu Ran" were written on it in chocolate.

"Thank you, Director Teng, thank you everyone."

Zhang Qilin took the knife handed to him by the stagehand and cut the cake.

Sister Bai walked over, took a piece of cake, and said to Zhang Qilin with a smile, "Qilin, keep in touch often. I have high hopes for you."

"Thank you, Sister Bai," Zhang Qilin replied politely.

Ma Yili also came over. Instead of taking the cake, she extended her hand and said, "Qi Lin, if you ever have the chance to come to Shanghai, be sure to call me. I'll treat you."

Zhang Qilin grasped her hand: "Teacher Ma, you're too kind. I'm sorry to have troubled you this time."

"Don't call me teacher, that's too formal. Just call me sister," Ma Yili said with a smile, looking at Zhang Qilin.

Zhang Qilin had no choice but to call out "Sister Li." Ma Yili nodded in satisfaction and glanced back at Sun Jile, who was hiding in the crowd.

He then walked over and nodded to Zhang Qilin, saying, "Happy wrap-up."

A few words, dry and uninteresting.

Zhang Qilin responded with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Le."

No further words were needed.

Zhang Qilin didn't pay attention.

He packed his things and said goodbye to everyone present.

As he reached the entrance of the film set, he glanced back.

Sister Bai was standing next to the monitor, talking to Teng Huatao.

Sun Jile sat in his seat, looking down at the script.

Ma Yili was still sitting in that chair, holding a coffee in her hand.

He didn't stay in this film crew for long, but he experienced a lot.

He learned a lot.

It's not about acting skills, it's about people's hearts.

He turned around and walked out of the film set.

He hailed a car, got in, and told the driver, "To the Beijing People's Art Theatre."

Zhang Qilin leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

A message appeared before my eyes.

[Rewards: Luck Value +100, Godhood Moment Talisman +1, Luck Value +4000]

He smiled when he saw the reward.

Although he was a little disappointed to only receive one award, he had no regrets.

Some things cannot be compromised.

People in the entertainment industry are all shrewd; if you show weakness or back down, you'll be taken advantage of.

As for whether Sun Jile will retaliate—

He doesn't care.

He possesses the Heavenly Compass, allowing him to foresee any unusual developments or disturbances.

A thought flashed through his mind, and a message appeared before his eyes.

[Treasures from the Investiture of the Gods]

Once activated, a highlight scene of your performance in a film or television work will resonate with the audience, who will spontaneously become nodes for emotional dissemination, driving the scene to spread continuously on social media platforms, thus creating a widespread and genuine word-of-mouth effect.

As the clips were continuously reposted, interpreted, and discussed, the work's influence expanded layer by layer, attracting more and more viewers to become interested in the brief moments of brilliance and then actively watch the full content.

Ultimately, the work achieved significant improvements in multiple dimensions, including viewership, play count, and word-of-mouth, completing the leap from a short clip going viral to a masterpiece.

After reading the introduction, Zhang Qilin was so excited he almost jumped up; the talisman was truly incredibly powerful.

Zhang Qilin suppressed his excitement and decided to wait a few months for his film to be released and test its effectiveness.

The car soon arrived at the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

Zhang Qilin left his suitcase in the rehearsal hall and went to director Ren Ming's office to inquire about the script.

Zhang Qilin knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Ren Ming's voice came from inside.

Pushing open the door, I saw Ren Ming sitting behind his desk.

"Director Ren," Zhang Qilin said, sitting down opposite him.

Ren Ming smiled and looked at Zhang Qilin: "You're back? How did the filming go?"

"It went smoothly; my scenes are finished." Zhang Qilin didn't talk much about the production team, but instead asked, "Qin Liangyu?"

How's the script?

Ren Ming explained, "The script is finalized, and most of the actors are finalizing their schedules, but there's still a problem with Grandpa Lan—"

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