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

Chapter 89 You did this on purpose, didn't you?

Zhang Qilin arrived at the filming location and saw the rickshaw parked a few steps away, waiting quietly.

He walked closer and looked at the wooden handlebars, the faded canopy, and the silent rubber wheels.

He couldn't resist trying to pull it.

The Beijing People's Art Theatre also has rickshaws, but due to space limitations, they cannot be used in the rehearsal hall and can only be used when rehearsing on stage.

He rehearsed in the rehearsal hall for more than ten days, but never actually touched a rickshaw.

He reached out and placed his hand on the handlebars, his palm against the wooden handlebars. The texture was rough, solid, and the lines resembled tree rings or palm lines.

Zhang Qilin closed his eyes, gripped the handlebars, and became completely absorbed in the experience.

A vivid picture comes to mind.

I am now Xiao Shunzi, pulling a cart, shuttling through the streets and alleys of the Republic of China era.

I could almost hear the soft clatter of wheels rolling over the stone pavement, the bustling crowds, the shouts, the jingling of bicycle bells, and the chasing of children—

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His legs were bent and taut, his heels off the ground, and his body was about to lean forward.

Just then, I heard Editor-in-Chief Zhou's voice in my ear: "Teacher Zhang, you don't need to pull it properly. You can just pose for the camera later."

Upon hearing Editor-in-Chief Zhou's words, Zhang Qilin opened his eyes, and all the sounds around him disappeared.

With his hand still on the handlebars, he explained with a smile, "Editor-in-Chief Zhou, I just wanted to get a feel for it first."

"Teacher Zhang, you don't need to really pull," Editor-in-Chief Zhou said in a lighthearted voice. "Once we're on camera, with the lights on and the camera angled, who can tell if it's real effort or just a pose?"

"Besides," she paused, as if choosing her words carefully, "if your hands get blistered and raw, your fans will be worried about you."

Zhang Qilin smiled and put the handlebars on the ground: "Editor-in-Chief Zhou, it's not that serious. No one knows I'm here to film."

Editor-in-Chief Zhou stepped forward, his tone softening slightly: "Teacher Zhang, I know you're dedicated and responsible for your roles, but filming requires attention to both the overall effect and safety—"

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At this moment, Zhao Liying, having finished her makeup, walked over.

Dressed in exquisite Republic-era clothing, she gracefully walked up to Zhang Qilin and Editor-in-Chief Zhou.

She said apologetically, "Editor-in-Chief Zhou, Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry to have taken up your time."

Editor-in-Chief Zhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately smiled: "No delay, Teacher Zhang, can we start filming now?"

Zhang Qilin nodded.

"Then I'll go call the director," Editor-in-Chief Zhou said, turning and leaving.

Zhao Liying extended her hand and said gracefully, "Hello, Teacher Zhang, my name is Zhao Liying————"

"Don't be so polite," Zhang Qilin gently took her hand, his tone mild. "Just call me Qilin."

Zhao Liying stared at Zhang Qilin's face curiously and couldn't help but say, "You're more handsome in person than in photos."

Zhang Qilin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment. Have you seen many of my photos?"

She nodded and said, "Don't worry, I saw them all while I was sitting and scrolling through my phone during the day."

This statement left Zhang Qilin momentarily speechless.

Looking at photos—do you even need to choose the pose and time?

Zhao Liying realized she had said the wrong thing and immediately changed the subject: "They say the actors at the Beijing People's Art Theatre are all very good, is that true?"

Zhang Qilin nodded: "Yes, the atmosphere is great, and the seniors are willing to mentor newcomers."

Zhao Liying spoke a beat faster than usual: "Was the rehearsals particularly rigorous? Was the pressure immense?"

Zhang Qilin vaguely sensed something was amiss, but still replied, "There will be pressure, but more importantly, there will be motivation—"

Zhao Liying chimed in, barely letting him finish: "That's great, I wish I could study at the Beijing People's Art Theatre too."

At this moment, Editor-in-Chief Zhou led over a middle-aged man with bags hanging all over his body: "Teacher Zhang, this is Director Zhao, who is in charge of this filming. Let him tell you about it—"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Liying subconsciously patted her chest.

Thankfully, we got through it.

Director Zhao, with the script rolled up in his hand, nodded to the two of them: "Teacher Zhang, let's take a passenger bus first. Liying, get in the car, just exchange a few glances with Teacher Zhang, be natural, and strike a pose—"

The two nodded to indicate that they understood.

Zhao Liying walked to the rickshaw, gently lifted her skirt, and gracefully sat down, her eyes revealing both reserve and charm.

Although she had struck a pose, her eyes were glancing at Zhang Qilin out of the corner of her eye.

Having played minor roles for so many years, she has long since learned to adjust her acting style according to the depth of her co-stars.

Some popular celebrities may not be very talented, but they are very cunning.

You acted better than him and stole the spotlight, so next time you won't have a chance.

It's really hard for someone like her, a minor extra, to survive in the entertainment industry.

Although Zhang Qilin is an actor with the Beijing People's Art Theatre, no one has seen any of his films or television dramas.

She didn't know her true strength.

The only thing to do is adjust your own state according to the other party's capabilities and try your best to cooperate.

Zhang Qilin walked to the rickshaw, gripped the handlebars with both hands, and prepared to pose as instructed by the director.

The director gave the order: "Action!"

The scene fell silent instantly.

Only the clicking of camera shutters could be heard.

Zhang Qilin turned slightly to the side, a simple yet ingratiating smile on his face, his eyes fixed intently on Zhao Liying.

It was as if they were waiting for her instructions, or perhaps they were secretly observing the female passenger in the car.

Zhao Liying understood immediately, nodded slightly, her eyes revealing a reserved demeanor mixed with a hint of curiosity about the rickshaw puller in front of her.

"Okay, this shot is good, let's change the angle," the director directed the camera to move.

Zhang Qilin maintained the posture of pulling the cart, his back slightly bent and his leg muscles tense, as if he were really pulling the cart with all his might.

Zhao Liying was shocked by Zhang Qilin's transformation.

In her mind, it was just a simple pose. Many popular celebrities only know how to strike a cool pose and don't care about the environment at all.

She thought Zhang Qilin would just brush it off.

He was so engrossed in his work that she truly felt his professionalism and dedication.

She never imagined that the actors from the Beijing People's Art Theatre would be so serious even when posing for photos.

In order not to delay Zhang Qilin's time, and not to make the director dissatisfied with the photo results.

She unconsciously sat up straighter, placed her hands folded on her lap, and when her eyes darted around, she actually had a bit of the demureness of a woman from the Republican era.

This wasn't a deliberate performance, but rather something that came naturally from Zhang Qilin's state of mind.

While taking photos, she compared Zhang Qilin with some other celebrities she had met.

Even when they're filming, those people always look for the angle that best showcases their good looks.

Moreover, his eyes were empty and soulless.

You really can't compare people.

Zhang Qilin and Zhao Liying cooperated with the photographer's requests, slightly adjusting their poses and expressions.

Because the two worked together so well, they took three sets of photos in different styles in just over an hour.

Director Zhao sat in front of the computer, looking at the photos and exclaiming, "Editor-in-Chief Zhou, Teacher Zhang is so professional! He captured the feeling of a rickshaw driver perfectly; I can't find any fault with it."

As he watched the constantly changing photos on the screen, Editor-in-Chief Zhou was filled with uncontrollable excitement: "As expected of actors from the Beijing People's Art Theatre, their professionalism and dedication are truly admirable!"

Just then, as the two changed into their fourth set of outfits and were about to take photos, a commotion arose in the distance.

The sound grew louder as it approached, arriving right in front of them in the blink of an eye.

It turns out they were some fans who came to the film studio to see their idols and are now getting ready to go home.

The fans were excitedly discussing their idols.

One of the girls inadvertently caught a glimpse of Zhang Qilin taking pictures.

At first, she didn't pay much attention. There were many people dressed in Republican-era clothing in the film studio, so she figured it was probably just another extra.

But soon, her eyes widened, her face first showing disbelief, then shock, and finally, an excited scream: "Ah~ it's Zhang Qilin!"

This shout instantly attracted the attention of other fans.

The others immediately turned around and looked around.

They quickly located Zhang Qilin, who was pulling the cart.

"Huh? Is that person Zhang Qilin?"

"It looks like it! My God, it really is him!"

"Ahhh, Zhang Qilin! Can I take a picture with him?"

Excitement ignited in their eyes, and they swarmed towards Zhang Qilin.

The staff on the perimeter saw these people and tried to stop them, but there were too many of them and it happened too suddenly, so they couldn't stop them at all.

They broke through the blockade, raised their phones, and ran towards him screaming.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Qilin looked up and saw the surging crowd. On a whim, he pulled up his rickshaw and, avoiding the fans, ran briskly into the distance.

At this moment, he seemed to have truly become Xiao Shunzi, the rickshaw puller struggling to make a living on the streets.

He pulled the cart, nimbly weaving through the streets.

Zhao Liying, who was sitting in the car, was startled by the sudden situation, but she quickly came to her senses.

She gripped the edge of the car tightly with both hands, her body swaying gently with the car's movement.

A look of panic crossed her face.

Editor-in-Chief Zhou and Director Zhao were also shocked by the scene before them; they never expected such a thing to happen in the film studio.

Therefore, there were not many people assigned to maintain order.

Editor-in-Chief Zhou watched as Zhang Qilin drove away in his car, and the crowd chasing after him.

She immediately pulled out her phone, her hands trembling, and urgently contacted the film and television base to coordinate manpower.

There was only one thought in my mind: please don't let anything happen, please don't let anything happen.

Despite being chased, Zhang Qilin continued to adjust the rhythm and intensity of his steps while pulling the cart.

Feel Xiao Shunzi's state of mind in different situations.

Soon, the staff at the film and television base stopped the fans' crazy behavior.

The noise gradually subsided, but Zhang Qilin was still immersed in Xiao Shunwei's world, and continued to pull the cart forward.

"No one's chasing us anymore, we can stop now," Zhao Liying's voice came from behind.

Hearing Zhao Liying's shout, Zhang Qilin slowed his pace and finally stopped.

He turned to look at Zhao Liying, his face apologetic: "It was difficult to get here. The situation was too sudden, and I didn't have time to put you down first."

Zhao Liying walked down, her face pale, and said while patting her chest, "You're Gu Kai, aren't you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Liying realized that she had spoken her mind.

Zhang Qilin smiled and said, "It's not good that you've suffered. How can I make it up to you?"

Zhao Liying was taken aback; she hadn't expected Zhang Qilin to be so easy to talk to.

She thought he would be like some popular idols, getting angry and embarrassed when exposed.

I didn't expect the other party to offer compensation on their own initiative.

She smiled and said, "You should treat me to dinner."

Zhang Qilin nodded and said, "No problem, when are you free?"

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