My Wandering Swordsman

After saying that, Liu Zi slowly started the car and drove towards the crowd.

The trunk was wide open, and the eldest prince, with his hands and feet bound, lay paralyzed inside like a dead pig.

However, intimidated by his previous arrogance, none of the extras dared to move, and they consciously parted the road, allowing the vehicles to slowly pass by...

"spit!"

The next second, a mouthful of spit landed heavily on the Crown Prince's face.

Everyone turned around in astonishment to look at the person who had spat.

Ruan Tang.

"Go ahead and throw up, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. What? Ji Xiaosong is in this state, and you're still scared? I think you've been kneeling for too long."

After saying that, she spat out another mouthful of liquid.

This was like igniting a powder keg.

"spit!"

"Pooh!"

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

The extras seemed to suddenly wake up and rushed forward, spitting at the prince's face and body.

Some people cursed and swore, some gritted their teeth, and some, not satisfied with just spitting out one spit, took another.

The eldest prince was tied up in the trunk and had no way to escape. He could only close his eyes tightly and let the malicious spittle smear all over his face.

I smiled, gently rolled up the car window, and the car slowly drove out of the backyard amidst the scorn and curses of the crowd.

After passing the group of extras, you'll find a group of crew members nearby.

The eldest prince recognized several familiar faces among them: production assistants, stagehands, cameramen, assistants...

"Help me, help me!" he shouted hoarsely.

But no one moved. The people who used to fawn over him and worship him like a god had strange emotions in their eyes.

Schadenfreude, kicking someone when they're down—it should have been done long ago...

The car continued forward, passing through the corridor and around the screen wall. In the distance, they could see Assistant Director Wang still standing at the front gate, his expression anxious.

The eldest prince saw his savior and shouted:

"Director Wang! Director Wang! It's me! Help me!"

When Assistant Director Wang saw his car and then glanced at the trunk of the car, he froze, his pupils slightly contracting.

He opened his mouth, but when he caught a glimpse of the passenger's profile out of the corner of his eye, his throat tightened.

Amidst the prince's despairing gaze, Deputy Director Wang gave a slight salute to the vehicle and watched it drive away.

......

It was the next day when I tossed the car keys to Assistant Director Wang.

As for the eldest prince, he was naturally "safely" returned to Lü Guodong. When Lü Guodong saw his beloved son, who looked like a dead pig, he finally understood how absurd his earlier statement about keeping to himself was.

His old face twitched violently several times, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, due to our "harmony brings wealth" agreement, Lu Guodong reluctantly accepted this generous gift.

I'm in a great mood now that this matter is resolved.

He strolled back to the filming location, teacup in hand.

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, the previously noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

All eyes turned to me.

"Brother Ji!"

The extras swarmed around me, their smiles almost too exaggerated to my liking.

"Brother Ji, please have some tea, I just brewed it."

"Brother Ji, sit here, the sun won't be on you."

"Brother Xiaosong, are you tired? Shall I give you a shoulder massage?"

I waved my hand and responded with a few words of reply.

People are all made of flesh and blood; how you treat others is how they will treat you in return. There's a saying: if you keep the people in your heart, the people will hold you high...

Of course, not everyone was enthusiastic towards me.

A tall, thin man approached with a fawning smile, saying, "Teacher Ji, Teacher Ji, please sit here. You're the only one who deserves respect. Even someone like President Lü has to give you face. Like father, like son. I wonder what kind of father we have?"

I glanced at him indifferently.

Without even asking, you could tell from the way he addressed me that this person was sent by Assistant Director Wang to investigate my background. He was just too blunt, practically asking who my father was.

I couldn't be bothered with this idiot, so I walked to the sun umbrella in the corner of the yard, pulled out a deck chair, and lay down comfortably.

Sunlight streamed through the umbrella, warm and comforting, making one want to take a nap.

Yesterday was a chaotic day, with fighting and negotiations, I'm really exhausted.

I closed my eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep under everyone's gaze.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt a slight stinging pain on my face.

Snapped.

I felt a soft little hand gently press against my face.

Suddenly opening her eyes, she saw Ruan Tang's delicate little face.

She bent over, looking down at me, her two little tiger teeth particularly noticeable from this angle.

"Get up! You can really sleep? Everyone else is busy as a bee, but you're here sunbathing and taking a nap. You know how to enjoy yourself."

I glanced at the bustling filming scene next to me and awkwardly touched the tip of my nose.

Well, although I'm still officially a background actor, I don't actually have to do any of the actual filming anymore. In that respect, I doubt you could find another background actor like me in Hengdian.

"What's wrong? Missing your husband?" I teased her on purpose.

"Ji Xiaosong!"

Ruan Tang's pretty face flushed red instantly, and she looked around shyly: "There are other people around, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Ok?

Now it was my turn to be dumbfounded.

This reaction is wrong. Where's the scoundrel? Where's the devil? Where's the pervert? Why didn't he scold me today?

Lacking any emotional intelligence, I picked at my ear and said, "Did I hear that right, Tangtang? Did the sun rise in the west? You just called me Ji Xiaosong? Why didn't you scold me?"

Ruan Tang rolled her eyes at me: "Are you Little M?"

"Well--"

I choked on my words.

Ruan Tang changed the subject, took out an account book from her pocket, and pushed it in front of me: "It's important, take a look yourself."

When I saw the ledger, I immediately realized what was going on.

Today is Monday, exactly one week has passed, and the settlement of extras' fees from last week should be finalized by now.

I took the ledger and casually asked, "How's it going?"

Ruan Tang cleared her throat and said in a serious tone: "Last week, the total budget for extras was 7250 yuan. According to the three rules we set before, we will give out a bonus of 92 yuan, deduct a penalty of 288 yuan, and then take into account the outdoor scenes, action scenes, and family emergency subsidies, etc."

"After a week, we have a total of 1252 yuan left."

I raised an eyebrow.

Can you save 1252 yuan in a week?

This really surprised me.

1252 a week, that's four or five thousand a month, which was quite a lot in those days.

"Do the accounts match up?" I casually flipped through a few pages.

"It matches." Ruan Tang nodded. "I've checked it all, there's no problem."

Okay, that's fine then. Although there's a bit too much left, once the rules are set, they can't be changed arbitrarily.

After a moment's hesitation, I closed the ledger and began to speak:

"Of this 1252 yuan, Niu, the production assistant, gets 10%, and Hua Heshang and Liu Zi and I get 40%. You contributed more, so you get half, how about that?"

Ruan Tang naturally had no objection to my allocation. She nodded, took out a wad of cash from her bag, counted out 40%, and handed it to me.

I was too lazy to count, so I just stuffed it into my pocket: "Oh right, did Assistant Director Wang give you this week's budget for the extras?"

"I gave it to you," Ruan Tang said.

"but……"

I frowned.

but?

Is that grandson of Wang really going to try to play tricks on me? No way! He saw through Lü Guodong's scheme perfectly well. Is this grandson really not afraid that I'll get back at him?

"But what?" I pressed.

Ruan Tang glanced at me and continued, "But it's only 1050 yuan."

I slammed my hand on the table.

"How dare you! That son of a bitch, Assistant Director Wang, doesn't want his job anymore?"

Ruan Tang waved her hand: "No, no, no, this is not his business."

"So what?"

"It's our show..."

"I can't continue filming."