Before filming began, Ye Mo called Deng Chao to the monitor.

He plays the role of the bar manager in this scene.

"Brother Chao, you only have one line in this scene."

"Just one sentence?"

"Yes, and this line is more important than anything else." Ye Mo rolled the script into a tube and tapped it in his palm. "You're not an ordinary pole dancer. You were thrown onto the stage by money. You have to act out the feeling of being forced into it, but your body can't help but twist to the music, clumsy yet with a touch of reckless flair."

Deng Chao's expression was complicated.

"Director Ye, what you're saying makes it sound like I can actually dance."

"Aren't you a dancer?"

"I dance modern dance! Not pole dancing!"

"They're pretty much the same. Just go up and twist a couple of times. The key is the feeling."

"How does it feel?"

"Alluring." Ye Mo looked at him seriously. "For this kind of role, you're the first person that comes to mind, really."

Deng Chao opened his mouth, realizing that every time Ye Mo said "the first person I think of is you," nothing good was about to happen.

But he had already agreed, so he went ahead with it despite his reluctance.

Interior of a nightclub.

The props team decorated the entire scene with bright lights and vibrant colors.

Neon tubes, a subwoofer, a bar, and a real steel pipe standing in the center of the stage.

This scene depicts Cheng Yong making his first fortune selling counterfeit drugs and celebrating at a nightclub with Lü Shouyi, Liu Sihui, Huang Mao, and Pastor Liu.

The bar manager came over and called Liu Sihui to go dancing, but Cheng Yong stopped her, saying that she was a customer today.

The manager was unhappy, so Cheng Yong took out money and slammed it onto the table, one stack after another. In the end, the manager was so overwhelmed by the money that he had to go up on stage and perform a pole dance.

As soon as Cheng Yong, a member of Zhang Songwen's group, sat down in the booth, his rustic boss-like demeanor kicked in.

Without saying a word, Huang Mao quietly gripped the glass bottle on the table.

Lu Shouyi and Pastor Liu watched the show from the sidelines, trying not to laugh.

Tan Zhuo's Liu Sihui stood in the middle, her eyes filled with both laughter and tears.

The highlight of this scene is Cheng Yong throwing money.

First stack.

Zhang Songwen pulled a thick wad of cash from his bag and slammed it onto the table.

"Should we jump or not?"

The manager's expression changed.

The second stack.

Is that enough?

The third time, the wine bottle on the table jumped as it was smashed.

"Jump or not!"

Zhang Songwen's voice was hoarse to the perfect degree; it wasn't a shout, but rather a fierce tone that came out from deep within his throat.

For the first time, a small business owner from the bottom had money and dared to stand up straight in front of someone who had once looked down on him.

Everyone behind the monitor held their breath.

"Zhang Songwen's voice is absolutely amazing."

"Three stacks of money, three shouts of 'Do you jump?' Each stack is more forceful than the last; this is truly getting the hang of throwing money."

"The angle at which he raised his chin gave off that complex vibe of a newly rich but also loyal and righteous person."

Ye Mo stared at the monitor, saying nothing, but a slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

Cheng Yong's performance is in good shape.

It was Deng Chao's turn.

Just a second ago, he was very tough.

As a result, a large sum of money was spent.

The next second, Deng Chao took off his coat, revealing the shirt underneath, and clumsily began to twist around the steel pipe.

He first grabbed the steel pipe and spun around, but he lost control of his strength and almost crashed into it.

He quickly steadied her and then twisted his hips again.

The extras in the audience started screaming and making noise according to the script, but this time they were actually laughing.

It wasn't an acted laugh; it was an uncontrollable laugh.

Deng Chao became more and more engrossed in the twisting, gradually going from awkward to unrestrained, and finally even did a high kick.

His shirt was soaked, his hair was a mess, and his expression was one of tragic determination, as if to say, "I'm going all out, take it or leave it."

Chen He, sitting in the audience, was on the verge of collapse.

He put his arm around Huang Bo's shoulder and laughed so hard he almost gasped for breath.

"Brother Chao...Brother Chao's waist...how does he twist his waist like that...it's so alluring..."

Huang Bo was also laughing, wiping the corner of his eye as he laughed.

"I recorded it, I'll send it to the group later, I have to save it."

Sun Honglei laughed so hard he almost dropped the mirror.

"Deng Chao made a huge sacrifice for this role. This is art, this is true art."

Wang Xun laughed so hard he squatted down on the ground.

"I used to think Deng Chao was just a comedian, but I only found out today that he can also be a dancer."

On set, Tan Zhuo's character, Liu Sihui, was acting wildly according to the script, shouting "Take it off! Take it off!"

She laughed hysterically.

But her eyes were filled with tears.

Beneath the comedic exterior of this play lies a poignant story.

Liu Sihui's smile wasn't one of happiness, but rather a release of emotions that had been building up for years.

For so many years, she has been standing under that steel pipe, surrounded by strangers. Today, it is finally the person who forced her to stand on the stage.

Ye Mo watched Tan Zhuo's performance on the monitor and nodded.

That emotion was handled very well.

But when the camera cut to Deng Chao, the entire crew's demeanor instantly broke down.

Deng Chao hugged the steel pipe and made an extremely seductive wave, twisting from his shoulders all the way to his waist.

The extras in the audience went completely mad.

"Jump! Jump! Take it off! Take it off!"

Deng Chao got more and more excited as he twisted and turned, and finally pulled the hem of his shirt out of his waistband and swung it around in the air.

"Click!"

When Ye Mo called "cut," his voice was full of laughter.

Deng Chao jumped off the stage and rushed to Ye Mo first, panting heavily.

"Director Ye, how was it? Was my pole dancing alright?"

Ye Mo laughed until tears streamed down his face, and his hand holding the script trembled.

"One take."

"real?"

"Really." Ye Mo wiped his face. "Brother Chao, to be honest, only you in all of China can pull off this pole dance. No one else can. The way you twist is something most people can't learn. It's a talent."

Deng Chao's eyes lit up when he heard this.

He turned his head and gestured with his chin toward Chen He and Huang Bo.

"Did you hear that?! Director Ye said it himself! Only I can handle it! It's talent!"

Chen He laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

"Brother Chao, Director Ye is praising your sexy swaying."

"Being flamboyant is a talent! Try twisting your body like that! You can't do it!"

Huang Bo added insult to injury from the sidelines.

"Brother Chao, if this clip of yours gets aired in a movie, you'll completely lose your idol image. How will you ever act cool on Running Man again?"

"Stop pretending to be cool! I'm doing this to dedicate myself to art! Don't you understand?!"

Sun Honglei patted Deng Chao on the shoulder, his expression grave.

"Chao'er, I respect you as a man. You risked your dignity for Director Ye."

"Don't make it sound so bad. Director Ye giving me this role is a sign of respect."

As Deng Chao finished speaking, he puffed out his chest.

"What does this mean? It means that in Director Ye's heart, I am unique. For a high-difficulty role like pole dancing, he thought of me first, not you guys."

Chen He and Huang Bo exchanged a glance and laughed at the same time.

Ye Mo added from the side.

"Brother Chao is right, he was indeed the first person I thought of for this kind of role."

Deng Chao was beaming with pride.

"Did you hear that! Director Ye said it himself!"

"Yes." Ye Mo nodded, his expression serious. "Because only your waist can twist in that clumsy yet alluring way, something no one else can give me."

The set erupted in laughter once again.

Deng Chao stood in the middle with his hands on his hips, his face clearly displaying the words "I am the chosen pole dancer".

At that moment, everyone in the crew was thinking the same thing.

If this scene is broadcast, Deng Chao will never be able to clear his name for the rest of his life.

Jiu'er truly lives up to her name!

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