What are you doing?
Su Qiao adjusted her clothes and hat while looking at the mirror on the dressing table.
She wore a white shirt underneath and a grayish-black Tang Suit with a stand-up collar over it, topped with a beige bowler hat.
Dressed like that, she looked just like anyone else on the streets.
The outfit had been left behind by Su Man's former troupe-master father, and she had never been willing to throw it away.
Besides that, Su Qiao had darkened the skin on her face, neck, and hands, and carefully altered her features. Only then did she change into black cloth shoes, stuff a dozen or so Silver Dollars into her pocket, and leave.
Hey, what are you actually going out to do?
Anyone could tell at a glance that this outfit was for doing something shady.
"I'll look around first and see if I can find a way to make some money."
She still didn't know whether anything would go wrong with the movie, and her pockets were already nearly empty.
That wouldn't do.
Write novels? Draw?
"These make money too slowly, and they can only cover basic living expenses. I'm not some famous painter, either. Even if I drew something, it probably wouldn't fetch a high price at auction."
Su Man's goal was to become a highly sought-after actress of her generation. Without money, even if she could write screenplays, she had no way to start a film and television company herself.
Host, why don't we go to a casino? With me, Fourth, around, I guarantee you'll win every bet.
444 had long been itching to see what casinos in this era were like.
"That could work."
Casinos were extremely popular in this era. Whether they were peddlers and laborers or wealthy officials and nobles,