I entered Huayu Entertainment in 2016.

She typed much slower than before, carefully choosing her words: "You want me to act in a movie?"

"Yes! But it's nothing major, just some simple short videos," Wang Zian explained. "It can't compare to Director Zhang's movies for now."

"But you can still gain experience. If you want to act in movies in the future, I can help you!"

Liu Haochun's eyes widened even more.

Although the text looked quite good, she still instinctively couldn't believe it.

She and Wang Zian had only met once and exchanged a few words on WeChat; they weren't even acquaintances.

Suddenly offering to help her make a movie sounds like...

She bit her lip, a bad feeling creeping into her mind.

"Is he planning something bad?"

She was about to type a polite refusal when she stopped, her finger already on the screen.

Because news of Prince An arrived.

"Our salaries are quite good, and there are two types. One is a short-term model, which is based on the number of videos, with one video worth one thousand. The other is a long-term model, where we pay monthly, with actors earning 20,000 yuan per month, plus a commission of 200 yuan per video."

"In addition, our working hours are flexible; unless required for filming, it is generally from 9 am to 5 pm. We are allowed to take leave and go out when there is no scheduled work."

Liu Haochun looked at the message on his phone, his fingers hesitating.

She slowly lay flat from her curled-up position.

I pushed the blanket back a little, so my back was away from the cold wall, held my phone up to my eyes, and started to seriously consider things in my mind.

Her roommates have also filmed short videos.

They can film themselves dancing on their phones in their dorm rooms and then post it online.

Many shots can be taken in a day; even if the professional version is more difficult, one shot a day should still be achievable.

If we settle the payment in the first way, and shoot one video every day for a month, that would be 30,000 yuan.

If it's the second option, with a base salary of 20,000 plus a commission for each article posted daily, she calculated that it would be about 26,000 a month.

Each number went through her mind in turn.

Her lips moved slightly on her quiet, doe-like face.

I put down my phone, stretched my hand out from under the covers, and silently counted the two salaries on my fingers again.

Then she looked up at the empty dormitory. The straw mats on the empty beds were rolled up at the head of the beds, and her roommates' plush toys were quietly leaning against the pillows.

She looked down at the numbers on her phone screen again.

This income is much more than all the part-time jobs she currently does combined.

More importantly, she has flexible hours; she can take on other jobs when she doesn't have any scheduled work, or attend follow-up auditions for Director Zhang's film crew.

Liu Haochun sat up in bed; she was very tempted.

Once I was interested, I immediately took action.

She picked up her phone again, her tone shifting from hesitant to a more specific inquiry: "Where are you filming?"

Upon seeing this message, Wang Zian's lips curled into a smile.

Get it!

"It's right in Yanjing, accessible by direct bus, and a few hundred meters from the subway station!"

Looking at the address, Liu Haochun silently estimated the time it would take to get there from Beijing Dance Academy: about forty minutes by taking subway line 4 and then transferring to line 10, which wasn't far.

Transportation is very convenient, and the tolls are not much.

She bit her lip, hovered her finger above the screen, and then typed out all the questions that concerned her most in one go.

She had never spoken so fast before, and her fingers were trembling as she typed: "What are the requirements for filming? Will there be kissing scenes? Will there be scenes that are very revealing? Will there be..."

Most people would have agreed immediately after seeing the salary offer, but she is Liu Haochun.

From a young age, she has always been someone who asks about all possible risks before making a decision.

This is what her mother taught her: when a girl is out in the world, she should always put her own safety first.

After typing out that series of questions, she held her phone in her hand, her palm slightly damp.

I'm worried that asking so many questions will be considered troublesome.

Wang Zian's reply came quickly, so quickly that before she could even start to think, the message popped up:

"Nothing messy or chaotic will happen; I can guarantee that."

Besides me, there are several other people my age in the group, all of whom are art students who just took their entrance exams this year. There won't be any problems fitting in.

Liu Haochun breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw the words "all art students".

She placed her phone on her lap and leaned back against the wall.

The cold wall brought her to her senses a little more. She was still calculating in her mind, but as she did so, those numbers were suddenly overshadowed by another, more complex emotion.

Looking at the messages on my phone, my fingers unconsciously clenched tightly.

Looking at the tens of thousands of yuan in compensation, this was the best news she had heard in recent days.

There's no need to do anything in public or compromise yourself.

Now someone suddenly presented all these conditions to her, as if someone had finally knocked on her door after a long silence.

It was the only lifeline that was within easy reach.

After a brief silence, she made a decision: to go and see.

···

After I sent out the salary terms, there was no reply from the other party for quite a while.

Wang Zian wasn't in a hurry. He leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers idly on the armrest.

He was certain that Liu Haochun was thinking and making a judgment.

This girl wasn't an impulsive person; when she looked at him with those doe-like eyes, there was always a cautious and serious assessment hidden in them.

Since she hesitated, it means she was tempted, but the offer he made earlier wasn't enough to make her make a decision.

He was getting up to take a shower when his phone suddenly vibrated.

It's not Liu Haochun, it's Zhou Ye.

In Zhou Ye's master bedroom, on that huge bed so soft it could swallow you whole.

She first glanced quickly at the bathroom next to the bedroom, where she could hear Nan Jie taking a shower and humming softly.

Then she quickly shifted her attention to her phone screen, typed out a long message with her thumb, and sent it in one go.

"How did your chat go? Are those girls coming? Are they hard to invite?"

If it's too much trouble, then forget it. Don't force them. The three of us are enough.

"If that doesn't work, let Senior Brother Li and the others do it! Sister Hua and Sister Lili, who do the makeup, are both very pretty!"

Zhou Ye sent a whole bunch of messages in one go.

The message was clear: don't let those people come.

After she finished sending the message, she put her phone on the blanket and circled her fingers around the corner of the blanket several times.

She was afraid that strangers would disrupt the current balance of the circle, and even more afraid that someone's appearance would attract someone else's attention.

Wang Zian looked at the message, unsure how to respond.

Zhou Ye was also a little uneasy when she saw that he hadn't sent a message yet.

Wang Zian could see Zhou Ye's worry, so he carefully chose his words and softened his tone:

"Don't worry, I'll meet you and Sister Nan first. The arrival of new people won't affect those of you who have original shares."

We are good friends.

Zhou Ye's eyes lit up briefly when he saw the message from Wang Zi'an, but then dimmed again.

He pursed his lips, then muttered to the screen, "Silly kid! Square-headed! Potato head, idiot!"

She didn't want to talk to this blockhead anymore, so she put her phone aside and got up to get her pajamas.

Wang Zian waited a few seconds without receiving a reply, then shook his head and didn't ask any further questions.

He placed his phone on the sofa armrest, got up to grab a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and before he could even drink it, his phone rang again.

It's Liu Haochun.

Where to go tomorrow?

Wang Zian's lips curled into a smile as he placed the water bottle on the coffee table and quickly replied, "Just wait for me at the Beijing Dance Academy. We'll pick you up on the way."

"Okay!"

A message so brief it was just one word—clean, concise, and to the point.