On set, Shen Lian truly did everything he could to demonstrate what "dedication" meant.
Even an outsider could tell that he loved acting.
They had brought in four or five veteran actors. They might not be famous, but the moment they appeared on television, everyone recognized their faces, and their performances always earned some praise. Usually, they had little to talk about with young pretty-boy actors, but over the past two days, Shen Lian had successfully joined their inner circle. Even at meals, the older men surrounded him, discussing how to play this scene or that.
Zhao Wenshu looked positively radiant.
Another thing worth celebrating was that Shi Zhujie had finally quieted down.
He no longer threw tantrums, tossed out sarcastic remarks, or blamed everything and everyone when his acting fell short. When he went to ask the assistant director how to handle the details of a particular scene, Zhao Wenshu very nearly went outside to check whether the sun had risen in the west.
That afternoon, Zhao Wenshu scheduled no scenes for Shen Lian, letting him relax a little.
Shen Lian gladly took him up on it. He rushed out of Film City with Sun Binghe, his first priority being to find Chu Yilan.
Chu Yilan was not at the office. He was at a club.
Feng Yueshan had called him over to mediate a dispute, but as soon as Chu Yilan arrived and heard what had happened, he immediately sided with Ning Sixian.
Yes, over that ten-percent share of the profits, Young Master Feng was being made to drink until he was practically splitting apart.
"You fucking..." Feng Yueshan's speech was slurred. Dark silhouettes overlapped before his eyes, and he could barely tell who was who. Even the finger he pointed at them wobbled. "You've been taking advantage