C5 The Dream's First Encounter

After two hours of exposure to the sun, Qiao Lin was so tired that he closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.

"Kid, the director said that your performance today was not good and only gave you 30 yuan."

In the last rays of the setting sun, a line of extras in their forties stood outside the wall of an antiquated building. They took a wad of change from their wallets and counted out thirty dollars to the cool-looking young man.

The young man reached out and took the money. There was no emotion on his calm face.

"I say, Brother Huang, the sun's so hot today, and we play dead on the set, and sometimes we lie on the ground for an hour or two, and we have to lie down when the star makes a mistake, and we have to lie down when the sidekick makes a mistake, and we have to lie down when the machine goes wrong, and after a few scenes we're all walking skewers, and it's so hard for us all to be the same, and why do we all have eighty dollars, and this kid only gives thirty, and the crew that did it gives an extra hundred." Qiao Lin, who had finished counting his payment, could not stand it anymore.

It wasn't that he liked to meddle in other people's business, it was just that the kid's skin was soft and his face was cold and cool. One look at him and you could tell that he was new to the industry, just like himself a year ago. At that time, he had been scammed by a lot of people. Other people could get dozens of dollars from a trip to the set, and those who pretended to be dead or did dangerous things would get extra money, but he only got twenty or thirty dollars. He worked hard and couldn't even afford the rent.

"Lin, you're so troublesome. Do you think I'm giving you too much or too little money?" The group leader with the surname Huang said unhappily.

Although there were a lot of group leaders in the entire cinema city, and if one of them could not follow Qiao Lin, he could follow someone else. However, it made people feel that it was difficult to deal with him and his reputation was bad. It would be difficult for him to follow others in the future as well. Therefore, Qiao Lin did not dare to offend the group leader, "Brother Huang, I'm just thinking for your sake. Look at him, he's got a nice face, and if the director takes a fancy to him, he'll remember your kindness when he's rich. Besides, it's only thirty yuan. How are you going to make him live? Only when he is full will he be able to work hard. In the future, if you have more capable and hardworking people working for you, won't you get an extra income? "

What Qiao Lin said made a lot of sense. It was indeed better to plan for the long term than to take advantage of the small profits in front of him. However, he did not know if an extras could take it or not. Brother Huang did not care about that as he was in a hurry to arrange for the actors to move on to the next group, so he did not want to talk to Qiao Lin anymore. He took out another thirty yuan from his pocket and handed it to the young man, "That's all. Take it or leave it."

The young man took the money, obviously not expecting to get another thirty dollars.

It was already good enough that the group leader was willing to give him more money, so Qiao Lin did not continue to pester him.

Just as he was about to leave with the other actors, the young man caught up with him, "Thank you."

Qiao Lin turned around and looked at the handsome boy in front of him. He could not understand why he had to go to a management company to apply to be an artist just because of his looks. Why did he have to go through so much trouble to be an extras?

This' thank you 'made him feel a little awkward. Before he could respond, the boy spoke again.

"My name is Qin Lang. I just arrived yesterday. Please guide me in the future."

The two words Qin Lang woke Qiao Lin up from his sleep with a slight gasp of air. The cabinet was already pitch black, and the light that came in through the cracks was extremely weak. He did not know how long he had slept for, but the sky should be getting dark soon.

He did not know why he dreamed about the first time he met Qin Lang. Could it be that after five years, the two of them had finally spoken again?