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On the wooden table of the dessert shop, a cell phone was buzzing incessantly, as if it were on vibrate.

The number of WeChat messages that popped up at the top of the screen immediately reached ninety-nine.

Wang Ye swallowed the mango pomelo sago in his mouth and slowly swiped the screen.

In the pinned chat box, the messages sent by Xu An'an almost filled the entire screen.

[Xu An'an: Wang Ye! Look at CCTV News! You've been pinned to the top of the official news feed!]

[Xu An'an: My roommate was watching a video and crying while hugging me. The guy who rapped this song is absolutely amazing. I'd be willing to give up ten years of my life to marry him!]

[Xu An'an: This director immediately gave a cold laugh and told her that this "goddess" steals my snacks every day and makes me hand-wash my socks every day, and she actually called me mentally ill!]

[Xu An'an: You owe me a big meal! No, ten meals! I want Australian lobster and king crab!]

Wang Ye tapped the screen with one hand and casually replied.

[Wang Ye: Washing socks is a way to develop your practical skills; others line up and register but can't get this perk.]

[Wang Ye: As for the Australian lobster, I'll buy you two big prawns when I get back to Beijing to tide you over. Young people shouldn't be too competitive.]

Xu An'an immediately sent back an emoji of someone beating a dog's head with a knife.

Immediately following this was Su Qingyan's chat window.

[Su Qingyan: The song is really good, I played it three times just now.]

[Su Qingyan: Someone has become the dream lover of many girls in the Chinese Literature Department. Even my roommate is asking about your WeChat.]

Wang Ye grinned, his fingertips flying across the keyboard.

[Wang Ye: Did Su pass my business card to him? One should be generous; sharing happiness is worse than keeping it to oneself.]

Su Qingyan sent over a picture of a kitten rolling its eyes.

[Su Qingyan: I declined; it was an anti-fraud public account.]

Wang Ye burst out laughing.

Liu Ruoxi, Pei Nana, Shen Zhiwei, and even counselor Zhou Muzhi all sent messages.

Zhou Muzhi's post was quite restrained, consisting of only a short sentence: "[You sang very well. The dean specifically praised our directing class at the departmental meeting. Let's finish filming early and return to school to report back from vacation.]"

Wang Ye returned a salute emoji, then immediately put his phone back in his pocket.

Fame and fortune come too quickly, like a tornado.

But my friend has always been a wealthy person who has transcended vulgar interests, and his main motto is to remain calm in the face of both honor and disgrace.

After paying the bill and stepping out of the dessert shop, the sun was shining brightly outside.

……

The two-day National Day holiday passed in the blink of an eye.

Early morning of October 3rd, film set on Jiuchang Street, Jiangmen.

The film crew's bus was parked at the entrance of the alley.

Wang Ye, wearing a loose-fitting work jacket and with a box of chilled Vita Lemon Tea dangling from his mouth, strode into the film set's security perimeter.

As soon as it appeared, the stagehands who were busy moving iron frames and light boxes all stopped what they were doing.

All eyes immediately turned to them.

The assistant director was squatting outside the dressing room eating rice noodle rolls, his chopsticks even dangling in mid-air.

The politeness they had shown towards the young investors a few days ago was completely gone from their eyes; it had all turned into genuine awe and fervor.

The open-air concert at Donghu Park on National Day evening has already gone viral online.

More than five million online viewers witnessed it firsthand, and it was widely reposted and praised by state media. Even the morning exercise music in major universities was changed to "As You Wish".

Who would have thought that the genius who wrote those national-level hit songs is now wearing sneakers and sipping lemon tea on set?

Xu Jizhou, carrying a megaphone and sporting dark circles under his eyes, ran over.

"Oh, my dear Chairman Wang! My dear ancestor!"

Xu Ji grabbed Wang Ye's arm, his smile lines spreading like chrysanthemums.

"Your one-night stand that night saved us tens of millions in marketing costs!"

"Everyone online is searching for your show right now; iQiyi's calls urging me to release it have practically blown up my phone!"

The cast and crew all gathered around, their faces beaming with excitement.

Wang Ye spat out the straw and waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Director Xu, stay calm. This is just basic procedure. Let's not create a personality cult."

"Everyone worked overtime and stayed at their posts during the National Day holiday. Thank you for your hard work."

Wang Ye turned to look at the production manager behind him and directly transferred 100,000 yuan to his assistant.

"I'll cover all the milk tea and coffee for the entire cast and crew for the next three days."

"Also, Director Xu, on the day filming wraps up, everyone on set, including the extras and the cleaning lady, will receive a large red envelope."

Thickness guaranteed.

The scene fell silent for a second.

The next moment, the entire old factory street erupted in cheers that seemed to lift rooftops off!

"Chairman Wang is so generous!!"

"Following Chairman Wang means you'll get what you deserve!"

"Long live Chairman Wang!!"

The crew, which had been somewhat demoralized due to the continuous filming schedule, was instantly given a shot in the arm, and morale soared to new heights.

"Alright, alright, stop yelling and get back to your positions!"

Xu Jizhou wiped the sweat from his face and raised the megaphone with a strong voice.

"The first scene this morning: the old detective team's office!"

"A direct confrontation between An Xin and Gao Qiqiang!"

"All departments, prepare!"

Wang Ye took off his coat and went into the makeshift dressing room.

Today's scene is one of the key turning points in the early part of the series.

With the help of An Xin's background, Gao Qiqiang gained a foothold in Jiuchang Street. The two had one last calm conversation in the duty room of the Public Security Bureau.

Zhang Ze had already put on makeup and was sitting on a simple wooden bench.

He was wearing an old-fashioned jacket and was rehearsing his lines.

Seeing Wang Ye walk in, Zhang Ze looked up, his eyes filled with the competitive spirit of a theatrical fanatic.

"Chairman Wang, are you ready?"

Zhang Ze stood up and stretched his shoulders.

"There aren't many lines in this scene; it's all conveyed through breathing and eye contact."

"I won't hold back just because you're an investor."

Wang Ye let the makeup artist apply makeup to his face in front of the mirror, mainly to make him look ugly.

He turned around, a lazy smile on his lips.

"Teacher Zhang, bring it on!"

"If you hold back your performance, then you're disrespecting me."

Half an hour later, the old-fashioned duty room was set up in real life.

"Clear the entire venue!"

"Scene 62, one take, one shot!"

"Exxon!"

The clapper sounded crisply as it fell.

Zhang Ze sat behind a broken wooden table, holding an interrogation record in his hand, his eyelids drooping.

He exuded a sense of stagnation and exhaustion, his fingertips unconsciously tapping on the rough tabletop.

Thump, thump, thump.

The pace is slow, yet it carries a heavy sense of psychological pressure.

The door creaked open.

Wang Ye walked into the house.

His once straight spine curled slightly as he entered the room, and his shoulders slumped down by half an inch.

His hands were awkwardly tucked into his jacket pockets.

The old leather shoes on my feet made a slight rustling sound as they scraped against the cement floor.

He glanced at Zhang Ze, a humble and careful ingratiating smile spreading across his face, and quickly walked to the table.

"Officer An."

Wang Ye's voice was hoarse, and his Adam's apple even bobbed nervously.

He pulled out a flattened box of Hongtashan cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, and presented it to Zhang Ze with both hands.

Zhang Ze did not look up.

The air in the office seemed to freeze for several seconds.

Zhang Ze suddenly raised his eyes, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Wang Ye's face.

"Gao Qiqiang".

Zhang Ze spoke, his voice completely flat, yet it carried a chilling scrutiny.

"Tang Xiaolong and Tang Xiaohu now call you Brother Qiang."

"The vegetable vendors on Old Factory Street now have to live at your mercy."

"Tell me, should I smoke this cigarette or not?"

Ordinary actors would have their aura shattered long ago when faced with the pressure of a leading actor in a serious drama.

However, Wang Ye stood there, his hands still in the gesture of offering a cigarette.

His lips twitched upwards, and the muscles in his face trembled.

The ingratiating smile froze on his face, but a wild, ferocious, and resolute glint flashed silently deep in his eyes.

That wasn't a performance; it was the complete fusion of the person with Gao Qiqiang's body, the body of a demon who had crawled out of the mud!

Wang Ye took back the cigarettes.

He lit a match in front of Zhang Ze.

Flames danced between the two, illuminating Wang Ye's face, which was half-lit and half-shadowed.

He didn't light the cigarette, but instead looked down at the faint flame and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Officer An, you don't know how cold the water at the seafood stall is in the dead of winter, unless you've ever put your hand in it."

"If I don't move forward, I'll be held down in the pool and drowned."

Wang Ye blew out the match.

A wisp of smoke rose up.

He raised his head, and all his humility vanished instantly, leaving only a bottomless darkness and tranquility.

"The cigarettes are cheap cigarettes."

"But in Jinghai City, from now on, the only cigarettes I can offer you will be from this pack."

still.

The entire stadium fell into a deathly stillness.

Zhang Ze sat in the chair, his throat dry as he moved.

He looked at Wang Ye across from him, and the next line he had prepared was stuck in his throat for two seconds!

They've been suppressed!

In that brief moment of subtle change in expression, the aura Wang Ye exuded actually froze this veteran actor, who had honed his skills on the stage for over a decade, in place!

A layer of fine sweat broke out on Zhang Ze's back, and then a fanatical light flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Ze grabbed the teacup on the table, gulped down a mouthful of cold water, and continued the act.

"Click!!"

Behind the monitor, Xu Jizhou even forgot to bring the megaphone and jumped up shirtless.

"Guaranteed admission! This one guarantees you a double prize at the Golden Eagle Awards!"

Xu Jizhou was so excited that his face turned red, and he shouted at the executive director next to him.

"Did you see that?! Now that's what you call a top-tier dramatic confrontation!"

"The emotional buildup, the rhythm—it's divine!"

On set, Zhang Ze let out a long sigh of relief.

He stood up, walked up to Wang Ye, and punched Wang Ye hard on the shoulder.

"Chairman Wang, you're terrifying."

Zhang Ze gave a wry smile, his eyes full of admiration.

"For a moment just now, I even thought that the person standing in front of me was a ruthless gangster boss."

"With your talent, God not only blessed you with a natural gift, but practically forced a Manchu Han Imperial Feast into your mouth."

"Teacher Zhang, you flatter me! Your acting was also very good!"

The morning shoot wrapped up an hour early in an extremely smooth rhythm.

Each department moved around and organized the props in an orderly manner.

Wang Ye had just finished removing his makeup and changing into casual clothes when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Upon opening it, I saw a WeChat friend request that had just been accepted.

The profile picture is a still from the film crew's costume fitting photos.

Her nickname is Li Yitong.

The additional message consisted of only a few words:

Mr. Wang, you've had a hard day. Would you be free for a casual dinner tonight?

Wang Ye raised an eyebrow.

Li Yitong.

She plays Meng Yu, Meng Dehai's beloved daughter, in the drama.

In the drama, she has a tragic childhood romance with An Xin that ends without a happy ending, and she doesn't have many direct interactions with Gao Qiqiang.

Wang Ye put away his phone and smiled softly.

The female lead takes the initiative to ask him out for dinner.

Life on this film set is much more interesting than attending school at 8 a.m.

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