"What on earth are you thinking?"
Huang Bo's accented Mandarin made Zhang Chu's head hurt.
What do you think?
Could it be that Huang Bo was told that he thought he had met an old acquaintance in this world, so he swung that punch out of conditioned reflex, but who knew that the martial arts instructor was still a good practitioner even if he didn't fight.
If so, Huang Bo's questions would definitely come one after another, and finally he would have to ask who Lu Jianxing is?
how to explain?
Jin Yiwei is a senior member of the Baihu family, a hard-working but unlucky guy with a bumpy career. He also has the same donkey face as him.
"If you say one more thing, I won't treat you tonight."
Huang Bo's face stiffened and he shut his mouth obediently. He was not worried that Zhang Chu would not treat him, but that he would get punched if he really annoyed this kid.
It’s just a pity!
Finally, someone was willing to leave his phone number, but Zhang Chu got mixed up.
deleted?
Reluctant to part with it!
"Xiao Zhang, I just made some money, so I'd better save it and just make do with it at night."
Saving money?
hehe!
Zhang Chu smiled. The word "saving money" was not in his life dictionary.
Although he was an official in his previous life, his job was to lick blood with a knife. Who knows if one day he gets unlucky and his life is left in the wilderness.
Therefore, even though Zhang Chu lived to the age of 30 in his previous life, he never bought any property or saved any money. He spent it when he had money and earned money when he had no money.
And the way he makes money is to kill people. He will kill people for whomever gives him money.
Since you are killing people, you must be prepared to be killed.
When he really dies, who will benefit from the property in his name?
That half-brother?
Instead of taking advantage of Ding Xiu, Zhang Chu would rather throw the money in the boudoir of the maid of Yixiang Pavilion, so that he could at least have some tenderness for a while.
Seeing that Zhang Chu didn't speak, Huang Bo felt bored.
The two of them walked forward and turned a corner. In front of them was their current residence.
A basement of less than ten square meters.
When he opened the door, the smell of semen in the room almost made Zhang Chu fall over. Even though he had lived in this hellish place for three days, he still couldn't adapt.
In his previous life, he was an official, so he was usually served by his subordinates, who were responsible for sweeping, sweeping, and washing things. How could he have ever lived in this pig's nest?
But people are poor and have short ambitions. In this world, even if Zhang Chu has good martial arts skills, he cannot do whatever he wants.
But he obviously can't afford to live in a place with good conditions.
There were only two beds in the room, and a suitcase and a handbag were thrown in the corner, both of which were Huang Bo's luggage.
As for Zhang Chu, all his belongings are on him.
"Xiao Zhang, I'm going to the KID bar for an audition tonight. You..."
Before Huang Bo finished speaking, Zhang Chu had already fallen on the bed, with a book covering his face, which was his "Actor's Self-cultivation".
well……
Huang Bo swallowed the rest wisely, took out the washbasin from under the bed, took off his shirt, put it on his shoulders, and then left the room.
As soon as Huang Bo went out, Zhang Chu threw aside the book covering his face, his expression full of irritation.
You have to find a way to make money.
Get paid to kill someone?
It’s not that Zhang Chu hasn’t thought about it, but now is a peaceful age. Even if he has killing skills, who should he sell to?
This method will not work.
Think about it carefully, one has no academic qualifications, and two has no professional skills...
kill?
This cannot be counted.
After thinking about it, Zhang Chu sadly realized that even though he wanted to live his life peacefully, he had no money in his pocket, so how could he have a peaceful life.
Be an actor?
The thought flashed across my mind.
Just now on the set, Huang Bo once said that the Rabbit who plays Emperor Chongzhen can earn hundreds of thousands for one movie. This is a good way to make money.
"What are you doing?"
When Huang Bo came back from washing up, he saw Zhang Chu sitting on the bed, holding his copy of "The Self-cultivation of Actors" seriously, indicating that he was going to study hard.
"I've thought about it, I want to be an actor."
Well?
What stimulated this?
Huang Bo really wanted to tell Zhang Chu that if you want to be an actor, you don’t just have to be good at martial arts and good-looking, you also have to have an academic degree, no matter if it’s China Drama or Beijing Film Academy. this column.
Either with the support of noble people and the capital behind them, if a few dramas are thrown down, even if they are just a piece of wood, they can still hold them up.
But what does Zhang Chu have?
Educational qualifications? resource? Connections? background?
As for what they are doing today, they are doing odd jobs. Extras cannot be considered actors. Even if they are lucky enough to be promoted, at most they are just working as a special agent and can earn more than a hundred yuan a day. They are basically a group. Acting to the ceiling.
But that still doesn't count as an actor.
Therefore, Zhang Chu was completely wasting his efforts. With this free time, he might as well consider finding a stable job in a factory, earning some money to build a house back home, and marry a wife.
Forget it, let’s not dampen the enthusiasm of young people.
I gave him a mental blow, but if this kid got angry, he would have to hit me physically, so why bother.
"Xiao Zhang, you have to eat first even if you work hard! Look what time it is, shall we..."
Huang Bo is still thinking about the meal Zhang Chu promised.
Save whatever you can. If you save a meal, you can stay in the capital for one more day.
Hearing what Huang Bo said, Zhang Chu also felt hungry. He had no money in his pocket these days, so he could only eat and drink with Huang Bo. But Huang Bo was a picky person. Every day he ate either steamed buns, pickles, or dry bread. A bird can appear in Zhang Chu's mouth.
Eat meat, you must eat meat today.
"Walk!"
Snort, snore, snore.
There were four kinds of meatballs, braised pork, sweet and sour fish, and a porcelain basin filled with shiny hooves. The lettuce leaf underneath was the last bit of stubbornness.
Four big meats, a box of beer outside, and two big bowls of rice, the two of them ate till they were full.
"You call this wine?"
After gulping down a bottle of beer, Zhang Chu smacked his mouth, not feeling the slightest taste.
After three days of vegetarianism, I had money in my pocket, and I wanted to have a good time with big fish and meat, but the beer ruined my fun.
There are no brothels and brothels for entertainment these days, which has made Zhang Chu extremely depressed, and he still doesn't feel happy drinking.
Ziliu!
Huang Bo drank half a cup and felt refreshed from his throat to his stomach.
"Why isn't this wine? Drink beer and eat clams. This is how we Shandong people spend our summer."
As he said that, he took his chopsticks and made another Sixi meatball.
I'm going to a bar for an audition later, and everyone talks about singing when I'm full and hungry, but Huang Bo can't care about that much anymore, his stomach is too plain, and he just wants to hug a few more meaty mouths.
"Xiao Zhang, were you serious just now?"
On the way here, Zhang Chu said again that he wanted to be an actor. This time, Huang Bo didn't take it as a joke.
"nature."
Zhang Chu opened another bottle of beer. Yes, he opened it. The screwdriver was on the table, but he acted as if he hadn't seen it. He twisted his thumb and the bottle cap fell off. Then he stretched out his hand and touched the flat iron. The movie made Huang Bo's eyes wide open.
What kind of effort is this?
"Xiao Zhang, if I tell the truth, don't be impatient!"
"explain."
Zhang Chu never liked people who were unhappy. How could a grown man hesitate to speak?
"Okay, let me tell you, I'm not trying to discourage you, but if you want to be an actor, I'm afraid..."
Huang Bo felt that the two of them had a drink together, which could be regarded as achieving one of the four pillars of life. They were close to each other, and some words should be said, as if they were paying for the meal.
"how?"
"Basically no chance."
Zhang Chu frowned when he heard this: "Why?"
Well?
I'm really not used to this way of speaking.
"There's no reason why. Just tell yourself, you want to be an actor... Yes, you are handsome and you can do kung fu, but can you act? That doesn't count today. That's not acting. We all used to As someone who moves props, do you know what a prop is? In the eyes of others, we are not considered individuals."
As Huang Bo spoke, he was still carefully observing Zhang Chu's reaction. Seeing that he was not annoyed, he continued.
"Look at you. First, you have no academic qualifications. Second, you have no support from noble people. Third, you have no background and connections. You want to be an actor? Who will use you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Bo felt a little regretful. Although Zhang Chu had a bad temper, the two of them had lived together in the capital for so long and had always had a good relationship. What he said was really a bit...
"knew!"
Finished?
What does "get it" mean?
According to Huang Bo's idea, it is best to give Zhang Chu a serious analysis of the embarrassing situation he is facing now. It is best to persuade Zhang Chu to find a job honestly, even if it is to go to a factory to be an assembly line worker. !
Huang Bo finally figured it out. Zhang Chu was a spendthrift. Today he unexpectedly made 800 and started complaining. But how many times can he survive with that little money?
When he runs out of money, he still has to eat and drink from him. How long can his little savings last?
As a result, everything that needed to be said was said, but Zhang Chu only replied: Got it.
never mind!
Huang Bo felt that he had done his best and was worthy of today's meal.
If Zhang Chu ran out of money in the future, he would be willing to help within his ability.
"Are you still going tomorrow?"
Huang Bo was just thinking about it, and when he heard Zhang Chu ask such a question, he couldn't react for a while.
"Where to go?"
"Squatting!"
Huang Bo's expression froze directly on his face. He said so much and it didn't matter at all.
"go!"
"Okay, remember to call me tomorrow."
After Zhang Chu finished speaking, he stood up. He had almost eaten the meat, and drinking wine was boring. He might as well go back and take a nap.
"You are...going back."
Zhang Chu responded, took out two hundred-dollar bills and threw them on the table: "I won't go with you."
Huang Bo watched Zhang Chu go out, then looked at the two hundred dollars on the table, and quickly put away one piece. How could he use so much? A young boy would show off just having two pieces of bad money in his hand.
Let me keep this money for you!
"Boss, pack up!"
Summer in Beijing is hot during the day and stuffy at night.
Zhang Chu came out of the restaurant and strolled all the way back to his residence. The light in the corridor was broken and it was pitch black. Fortunately, Zhang Chu had good eyesight. He vaguely touched the keyhole and was about to open the door. I heard someone shout.
"Help!"
woman?
Zhang Chu suddenly turned cold and concentrated.
"Help!"
This time I heard it very seriously, the sound came from next door.
In my memory, there was indeed a woman living next door. I only saw her once, and she was better off than the young lady in Yixiang Pavilion.
"Save...well..."
