C2 Offered Herself up to the Door

Qiao Lin gritted his teeth. In his years as an actor, he had seen this kind of thing happen to others more than once. He did not expect it to happen to him today. Sometimes, the reason was just an excuse to be scolded. Compared to compensation, being humiliated was what the bottom class should bear.

He wanted to stop the humiliation. "If I can't afford a year's income, I'll take two. Name a price."

"Yo, a dead cameo looks pretty generous, but a dead cameo is still a dead cameo. You've been a group actor for five or six years, haven't you? Every time I come to the cinema city, I can almost see it. Why haven't you given up on your dream of being a star? I think it's better to save it for someone like you. You'll never be famous." Yang Cheng had a proud look on his face, and when he looked at Qiao Lin, his eyes were filled with disdain, " I think it's better to forget about this dress. I'm afraid that you will starve to death after paying for it. Others even said that I'm bullying the weak. I'll let you off today. "

Yang Cheng was just a small character who was neither red nor black. In the showbiz industry, he had to live by other people's opinions and make things difficult for Qiao Lin. However, he had been holding it in for too long and had vented his anger on Qiao Lin. In such a big production, who else could he vent his anger on other than the extras?

When he felt better, Yang Cheng left.

Qiao Lin squatted back under the tree with a calm expression.

"Qiao Lin, don't be angry with such a person. He has been in NG too many times today and was scolded by the director. He's here to find a sense of presence, thinking that we extras are easy to bully." The people around comforted Qiao Lin.

"I'm fine," Qiao Lin was not angry at all. After all, it was not like he would lose a piece of meat even if he scolded them, so he did not need to pay for it.

He just said that he was not popular...

In fact, he had never wanted to be famous in this line of work. He had come to the cinema city before graduating from high school at the age of eighteen or nineteen, not because of anything else but his former laziness and lack of skill. He didn't need to be an actor like those formal actors, acting as a side character, pretending to be a corpse, and so on. Although it was hard, it was fine once he got used to it. He didn't change his career because he was used to his current life.

Qiao Lin stared at the lounge across the way and gulped down the remaining half cup of iced coffee. Then, he stood up, put down his clothes that had been lifted up, threw the empty cup into the trash can, and walked in the direction of the lounges with the popsicle in his mouth.

He arrived at the lounge in the middle. There was a name tag hanging on the door.

"Qin Lang!"

"Knock, knock, knock." He raised his hand and knocked on the door after a moment of hesitation.

A few seconds later, the sound of footsteps could be heard coming from the lounge. Soon, the door opened, and Qin Lang's handsome but somewhat cold face immediately entered his eyes. His deep and attractive peach blossom eyes seemed to be lifeless. He must have just woken up.

"What's the matter?" The cold voice did not seem to be surprised by why an actor came to knock on his door.

"Thank you for letting Brother Zhang bring me coffee," Qiao Lin felt that he should thank him after drinking someone else's food, "Besides, can I come in and get some air conditioning?"

The cold air in the lounge seeped out from the crack of the door, it was very cool and refreshing, and behind Qiao Lin was a high temperature that could cook a person in a hot summer day.

It was like a combination of ice and fire.

Qin Lang opened the door of the lounge and let Qiao Lin in.

After they entered the room, Qin Lang closed the door and locked it from the inside.

Qiao Lin did not notice anything as he looked around Qin Lang's lounge while eating his popsicle.

The lounge was quite simple. It consisted of a sofa bed, two chairs, and a small square table. There was also a closet with double doors along the wall. It was supposed to be used by Qin Lang to store his belongings.

This time, Qin Lang and the others were filming a play of the Republic of China. The costumes were expensive, and during the lunch break, the costumes were all taken back by the dressmaker. Everyone was wearing casual clothes that they had brought into the group.

It was also because of this that he had spilled his cup of coffee on Yang Cheng, and the crew had chosen to ignore it. Fortunately, it was an NMD, not a handmade costume. Otherwise, not only would he be in danger of being expelled from the crew, but he would probably lose all his money over a piece of clothing.

Qin Lang walked to the cabinet and gave him a bottle of mineral water from the box inside.

"Thank you." Since there was a lack of water on such a hot day, Qiao Lin would naturally accept it.

"Heh. "Qin Lang looked at the person in front of him and suddenly laughed." It's not the first time we've been on the same set in four or five years, but you've always pretended not to know me, never said a word to me, and now you're thanking me personally for a cup of coffee. Tell me. Why are you looking for me? "

Qiao Lin licked the popsicle in his hand in front of Qin Lang, causing him to frown.