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Chapter 797: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (10)

The recruitment for supporting roles in "Taohua Creek" had already ended, but Song Yuesheng was auditioning for the role of the female lead's double, so she could only go to the filming site for the audition after the female lead was confirmed.

The female lead has been chosen to be the rising star Ban Xiao.

I heard she was the designated female lead.

Song Yuesheng was not interested, she wanted to make money to support herself.

The audition went well.

Because no other stunt double can wield the long sword as skillfully as she does.

Just when Song Yuesheng thought that everything was done, the leading actress Ban Xiao arrived. She was wearing a costume and was very beautiful, but in a circle full of beautiful women, her looks were not enough to be seen.

This is also one of the reasons why Song Yuesheng has devoted himself to being a martial arts stuntman.

With her face, it would be difficult for her to make a name for herself in the entertainment industry. Besides, it would be impossible for that perverted control freak Shen Zhirang to let her act in public with others.

"Teacher Ban has arrived just in time!" The director ran over to greet him, "I just picked a stunt double for you, take a look..."

Ban Xiao glanced critically at Song Yuesheng and suddenly frowned: "Too high."

She gestured to the top of her head and said, "The audience will see it."

The assistant director rubbed his hands awkwardly: "Actually, we can do it in post-production..."

"I said, it's too high." Ban Xiao pursed her red lips, and her diamond-studded nails sparkled in the sun.

Song Yuesheng calmly sheathed her sword: "Okay, sorry for taking up everyone's time." When she turned around, she heard the stage manager muttering, "Ban Xiao obviously wore ten-centimeter high heels..."

There is no shortage of gossip in the circle.

She has heard countless complaints like these since she was a child.

The sunlight from the vertical store scorched the asphalt road.

Song Yuesheng went through many crews and finally got a successful audition in the period drama "Beacon Fire". She changed into a coarse cheongsam that day and rolled in the mud in the explosion scene. When she finished work, the assistant director stuffed a thick envelope into her hand and said, "Come back tomorrow!"

Just then the cell phone rang.

The director of Peach Blossom Creek said in a flattering tone, "Ms. Song, we have seriously considered a lot since you left. We feel that it would be a pity for us not to cooperate. We have a small role for a swordsman..."

"Sorry," Song Yuesheng looked at his worn palms, "I only take on stunt roles that don't involve lines or face-filming."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. She knew the director was wondering - which extra wouldn't want to have a line?

But she couldn't take the risk.

Shen Zhirang told that if that perverted lunatic saw her appear on the screen, she would never be able to escape in her life.

seriously.

Very strange.

very strange.

She had learned Sanda and martial arts for so long, but she couldn't beat Shen Zhirang. She couldn't even break free from his small tie. But she broke free from the hemp rope very easily this afternoon.

"Okay then, let's work together next time," the director finally said dryly.

Song Yuesheng hung up the phone and carefully stuffed today's reward into his coat. While there was still time, he decided to go to the temple in the suburbs to worship.

She was definitely put under a spell by Shen Zhirang.

"Si Shu is here to set up shop?"

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, on the set of Peach Blossom Creek."

"Is the heroine Ban Xiao really his woman?"

"Who knows."

……

The two actresses' discussion faded away.

Song Yuesheng's eyes flickered slightly.

He is here.

She turned and ran in the other direction.

at the same time.

In the director's lounge of "Taohua Creek", Si Shu's slender fingers tapped lightly on the mahogany coffee table.

Beads of sweat oozed from the director's forehead. The teacup in his hand trembled slightly, and the tea created tiny ripples on the rim of the cup.

"If it happens again next time," Si Shu stood up, the pleats of his suit pants forming sharp creases at his knees, "the entire crew can be replaced."

He slowly adjusted his cufflinks, and the platinum cufflinks glowed coldly under the light.

The director stood up in a hurry, his back already soaked: "Don't worry, Mr. Si, there will definitely not be a next time!"

These days, investors are the ones who really have the final say.

The Si family's businesses are spread across S City, and as long as they can get Si Shu's investment, the crew will not suffer any loss at all.

Ugh.

After all, they all mistakenly thought that Ban Xiao was sent by Si Shu. They never thought that he was just a nouveau riche who couldn't even make up a fraction of the Si family's money.

Luckily it was only the first day of filming.

When Si Shu walked out of the set, the setting sun stretched his shadow very long.

He turned to his assistant and ordered, "Check which crew Song Yuesheng is in."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps.

"Give way! Please give way!"

Song Yuesheng was like an agile antelope, running through the crowd. She dodged the staff carrying the props with a beautiful side turn, and then lightly jumped over the cables on the ground, finally stopping steadily in front of Si Shu, her cheeks flushed from running.

"Fortunately... you didn't leave..." She bent over and gasped, her hair on her forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to her smooth forehead.

Si Shu raised his eyebrows, and a hint of interest flashed through his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses: "Miss Song's 'chance encounter' is a bit too deliberate."

Song Yuesheng stood up and took out a hundred-dollar bill from today's reward: "I heard that you came to set up a store. This is the fare for last night."

Seeing that he didn't take it, she stuffed the bill directly into Si Shu's suit pocket, and her fingertips seemed to brush his chest accidentally.

Si Shu was stunned.

He looked down at the red bill with a corner sticking out of his pocket and suddenly laughed.

Many celebrities vied to give him priceless gifts, but this was the first time someone gave him money.

"The extra 100-yuan note is definitely more than enough. I'll take it as an extra thank you. Thank you again, Mr. Si, for your generous help last night. Goodbye."

After Song Yuesheng finished speaking, he left in a hurry again, but he didn't go far. He stopped in front and waited for the taxi to pick him up.

Si Shu watched her buy steamed buns and cheap drinks from a roadside stall, and then watched her sit on a bench in frustration because she missed a taxi, her cheeks bulging with food, like a hamster.

"You go back first. There's no need to check her in advance." Si Shu suddenly said to the assistant.

"Yes."

Then, the assistant saw that his president, who regarded women as a burden, actually went to Miss Song and even naturally snatched the drink from her hand and took a sip.

——That three-dollar bottle of lemon tea was usually looked down upon even by the servants of the Si family.

The assistant suddenly understood.

It seems that the president has been interested in Miss Song since he asked him to turn the car around to pick her up last night.

Ok.

Now I can tell the old lady the good news.

"It tastes bad." Si Shu frowned, but still took another sip, then put the lemon tea back in its place, "I'll give it back to you."

Song Yuesheng stared at the bottle of touched drink, frowning slightly: "How can I drink if you drink it?"

Si Shu suddenly leaned forward, and the scent of cologne instantly enveloped her.

He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses with his slender fingers, and the light in his eyes behind the lenses was dark: "I didn't touch the bottle mouth." He deliberately lowered his voice, "Miss Song thought of an indirect kiss... Could it be that she has other intentions?"

Song Yuesheng moved aside and bit the bun expressionlessly: "No, I'm afraid of getting sick."

Si Shu: “…”

Are you scolding him?

right?