[Pei Feng!!! Well done!!! First, let me give you a thumbs-up, then quietly wait for the sound of Brother Ye beating you to a pulp.]
[Brother Ye: Fine, fine, fine, so that's how you're playing it. Back at the apartment, you said you didn't need my wife to do the kitty money-grabbing dance, but now that you're somewhere else, you're making my wife strip!]
[Screaming! Who do you think you are, asking our Zhou Bao to take his clothes off!]
[Is th-this what short dramas are like? Going this hard right out of the gate???]
[I can't even imagine what expression Brother Ye would have watching this livestream at home.]
[Brother Ye doesn't have time to watch the livestream. He's rehearsing with SIXGO, filling in for Nan Zhou on the triangle today.]
Onstage, the "insulted" Nan Zhou showed no displeasure whatsoever.
After the other actor finished his line, he hesitated for only two seconds before bending down and taking off his shoes. "Twenty thousand to start."
Clearly, that wasn't in the script.
The actor playing opposite Nan Zhou froze, coughed, and straightened his tie.
The director hadn't called cut. He was a professional; he couldn't break into laughter.
So he stood up from the couch and picked up something resembling a contract from the coffee table. "I thought you had some backbone. Apparently, you're nothing special."
"This is a million-yuan contract. Sign it and become my substitute wife."
"Ten million," Nan Zhou said.
The actor: "..."
"Ten million, and with a thunderous boom from the sky, your humble servant makes his dazzling entrance."
"Cut!"
The director finally couldn't bear to watch anymore. He called a halt and stood up.
Nan Zhou was puzzled. "Was I not sincere enough because I didn't slide onto my knees?"
With that, he promptly demonstrated