This actor wants to pay more

Chapter 2 Bet
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Ding Xiu woke up and was woken up.

"My dad borrowed the money from door to door in the whole village, and whoever took it I would fight with my life."

"I didn't take it, I think your money is dirty."

"I really think I'm a college student. Two days ago on the set, I was spanked by a supporting actor. I didn't even dare to fart. I was scolded by the assistant director when I made a mistake... I put a book on the self-cultivation of an actor by my bedside and I think I'm an actor? Pooh, I saw you read it twice, do you understand?"

"No matter how bad I am, I'm still a college student. If I can't be an actor, I can at least go to college. You don't even have a primary school diploma. What can you do? You daydream all day, and don't take a pee to see if you're the one. Short, Ugly, with a sour taste all over your body, at best you are chasing dreams, at worst you are just dawdling..."

"Didn't you say you didn't take it? What's the matter with the money?"

"How do you prove that the money is yours and has your name on it?"

"I'm damn... fifty less, why did you use it for me? Take it out."

"I can't take it out, I bought shoes, and I didn't even have them if I was killed."

"Then take it off for me."

Standing up and leaning against the wall, Ding Xiu witnessed the two rookies yelling at each other, pushing and shoving, and finally, impatient Zhou Xueshan found out that Wang Baoqiang's dry leg was just a kick.

Wang Baoqiang not only kicked for a kick, but also punched him in the face with a combination of punches.

In the rookie pecking match, Wang Baoqiang won in the end. He tore Zhou Xueshan's trouser pocket, exposing the red shorts, found [-] yuan, and forcibly took off Zhou Xueshan's casual shoes.

Being arrested for stealing money, Zhou Xueshan had no face to deal with. He simply packed up a few clothes and left without taking any actor's self-cultivation.

With scratches on his face, Wang Baoqiang said to Ding Xiu: "Brother, I misunderstood you before, I'm sorry."

Ding Xiu growled with hunger, clutched his stomach and said, "If you're interested, treat me to a meal."

"Good!" Wang Baoqiang nodded.

In the afternoon, when Ding Xiu went to the bathroom, he flipped the other party's bed and almost beat him in the end. It was indeed his fault.

Treating guests to dinner is the right thing to do.

If Zhou Xueshan leaves again, the rent will fall on the two of them in the future. It used to be [-] for each person, but now it is [-]. If Ding Xiu also leaves, the [-] will be shared by him.

……

"Boss check out."

"eighty two."

In front of the barbecue stall, Wang Baoqiang settled the bill with tears in his eyes, found a sackcloth bag and picked up the dozens of beer bottles that Ding Xiu drank, intending to drag them back and sell them.

Zhou Xueshan only spent his fifty yuan, and Ding Xiu was even more ruthless, eating eighty-two for a meal.

Taking a peek at the casual shoes Ding Xiu was wearing, Wang Baoqiang felt even more heartbroken. The shoes were bought by Zhou Xueshan with his money, and he couldn't wear them in size [-].

"Ding Xiu, I agreed, I'll give you these shoes, and you'll have to pay an extra [-] yuan for the rent next month."

Ding Xiu leaned back on the chair, biting a toothpick, and stroking his stomach. This was the first meal he ate after coming to this world, and it was very fulfilling.

It's just that the beer is not good, it looks like it's mixed with water, and you won't get drunk no matter how you drink it. A store manager like Daming would have been killed on the street long ago.

"I know, you said it five times."

Seeing his heartless appearance, Wang Baoqiang was anxious. He knew that Ding Xiu didn't have a dime on him, and he was poorer than him. Not to mention next month's rent, he wouldn't have anything to eat tomorrow.

In order not to be borrowed money, he could only spur Ding Xiu up.

"Let's go back when you're full. I heard that there is a new production crew that needs to recruit a large number of people. Let's go early tomorrow and we will definitely be able to get a job."

The toothpick flew out, and Ding Xiu got up: "Okay, then go back and call me tomorrow morning."

Let him find a factory, he really can't do it from eight o'clock to eight o'clock every day, let alone being a waiter in a restaurant, if the master and the brothers know that he is here to carry the dishes and wash the dishes, I am afraid that he will laugh out loud.

The ensemble performances are pretty good, the wages are settled every day, one day and three days off, work when you want to work, sleep when you don’t want to work, and no one cares about drinking.

Carefree, free, unrestrained, isn't this the ideal life he once had?

……

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Ding Xiu was woken up by the alarm clock, and then the lights came on.

After a rustling sound, Wang Baoqiang put on his clothes and called him a few times. After receiving a response, he brought out a basin of water from under the bed to wash in the street. This was picked up from the public toilet last night before going to bed.

The place they are going to go to is the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio, which is seven kilometers away. There is no bus at this point, so they can only get up early.

The production team usually starts at eight o'clock, and the group performers have to arrive two hours earlier. After putting on makeup and practicing, it's almost time to walk.

Therefore, before six o'clock, the extras must be selected.

In order to be selected by the crew, they have to wait at the gate of Beijing Film Studio early, the earlier they go, the greater the chance of being selected.

After wiping his eyes, Ding Xiu also got up, and sighed, "This is more tiring than killing people."

With the towel hanging on his shoulders, carrying the washbasin and toothpaste and toothbrush, Ding Xiu came to the ground.

After washing and seeing that there was a lot of water, he went back to the basement and took out half a pack of shampoo and washed his hair, making Wang Baoqiang's heart ache.

It was his shampoo, he usually used it four times in one pack, and damn Ding Xiu squeezed out half a pack at a time.

At [-]:[-], the two walked along the street towards Beijing Film Studio. Even in a big city like Beiping, there were no people on the street at this point, and it was very quiet.

As he was walking, Ding Xiu started to trot, and Wang Baoqiang ran behind him.

"Compete and see who gets to Beijing Film Studio first?"

"I'll definitely be there first." Wang Baoqiang said with a big smile.

He may not be an opponent in a one-on-one duel, but he has never been afraid of anyone in comparison to endurance. He grew up in a small village and went to the field at the age of six. Later, he stayed in Shaolin Temple for six years, and his daily homework included morning jogging.

After one kilometer, two kilometers, and three kilometers, Ding Xiu was panting heavily, his forehead covered with sweat, and Wang Baoqiang's shadow in front of him had long since disappeared.

He stopped running, and switched to brisk walking, and his breath gradually calmed down as he breathed in and out.

"The body is still too weak. It seems that I need to exercise more in the future."

He is awakened memory, not wearing clothes, otherwise he has the physique of single-handedly picking up a team of Tartar cavalry, and he can run ten kilometers without panting.

The only advantage this body brings to him may be that he looks better, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, strong facial features, and a tall stature, um, tall in every way.

There is also youth, only twenty years old, and there will be great years to squander in the future.

After resting for a while, Ding Xiu continued to run, at a much slower pace.

At half past four, we arrived at Beijing Film Studio.

Fifty or sixty people have gathered here, including men, women and children, young people are the majority.

Under the street lamp, some people squatted by the curb and smoked, some people wrapped themselves in blankets and lay down on the lawn to sleep, Wang Baoqiang stood foolishly on a thick ginkgo branch and waved to him excitedly.

"Here, here!"

"You lost."

"I lost, so you are amazing."

"Hey." Wang Baoqiang smiled even more happily.

Sometimes betting between men is so boring, it is already a high honor to say that you are good.

(End of this chapter)