I am a Big Player
Chapter 671 - 662, Corpse-driving_1

Chapter 671: 662, Corpse-driving_1

If the last incident on Mount Laojun taught him the attitude of being responsible for his life, this time was about understanding the responsibility towards living it.

Having lived again, it seemed that some things had moved further away; he’d experienced wealth and fame that he hadn’t had in his previous life, yet some things were returning. His attitude towards life was becoming clearer, knowing what he wanted or didn’t want.

Ren He wondered if returning to simplicity and authenticity was such a process.

The next morning, Ren He woke up at 5 am, his energy levels so high that even waking up early wasn’t too much of a burden. At most, he’d just eat a larger breakfast and use the passive skill "Feast" to replenish any missing energy.

Sometimes Ren He thought, if there was enough food, could he go without sleep?

But a life without sleep... what would be the point of that...

Ren He went downstairs to buy two vegetable pastries and a serving of porridge for Yang Xi, so she could eat them as soon as she woke up. People often say that the best men treat their wives like daughters, not to mention the nonsense about daughters being lovers from past lives... Take care of the lover you have now before dwelling on past lives...

By the time he went downstairs for his breakfast, the streets were already busier. Alongside everyone else, Ren He enjoyed a bowl of spicy soup soaked with fried dough twist, gulping down five in one go. To be honest, this place’s breakfast was really not bad...

As the crowd around the area grew, Ren He was getting a tad frustrated. He pulled aside a frail-looking young man and asked, "Are you all waiting for Zhao Fatty?"

The young man replied weakly, "Yeah, you too?"

Ren He nearly tossed his bowl to the ground. Damn it, there must have been over 300 people gathered here. Zhao Fatty, a Group Head, dared to bring 300 extras to fill a scene? Was he leading everyone to lie down on a battlefield as corpses...

Ren He didn’t completely believe the jokes about Zhao Fatty yesterday, but today, he was a believer!

At that moment, Zhao Fatty swaggered over, picking his teeth with a toothpick, "Come on, gather up. We’re not waiting for anyone else. Today, the filming for Iron-blooded Guerrilla Team starts. There’re going to be lots of roles, so everyone stay sharp!"

Ren He asked the frail young man, "I’m Lu Xiaotu, how long have you been here?"

"Three months... I’m Jin Xiaolong..." Jin Xiaolong seemed a bit uncomfortable being approached by a man for the first time...

Actually, Ren He was curious because the young man was among the group making fun of Zhao Fatty last night; he seemed like an old-timer in the film city. So, Ren He wanted to ask for specifics, "Didn’t you say that Zhao Fatty could only get everyone roles as corpses? But now it sounds like there are many opportunities."

Jin Xiaolong muttered softly, "He says that every day..."

Then, seeing that Ren He looked unfamiliar, Jin Xiaolong added, "There are several talent agents in town, some doing better than Zhao Fatty, often recommending stunt men to the crews, playing almost significant roles. Zhao Fatty only picks up the leftovers... But those agents charge more, after all, being a stunt man pays differently. Every extra in North Fort Film City dreams of being a featured artist or following a crew on set. Once you can follow a crew, you don’t have to slog it out here anymore."

Ren He drew a sharp breath. Damn it, so Zhao Fatty was struggling that much!

However, just then, a commotion arose from another group in the distance. Ren He turned his head to see four or five strong men beating up two individuals with black-frame glasses, scattering a backpack and broken camera parts all over the ground.

Jin Xiaolong explained to Ren He, "Those are paparazzi. It happens often; they mix into the crowd, trying to sneak photos of behind-the-scenes of stars or big news to sell for money. If the crew finds out, the Group Heads managing the extras get an earful. That bunch there are the ones always butting heads with Zhao Fatty. They usually recommend extras for small roles, and they indeed have a few good candidates, so the crews prefer to work with them."

Tsk tsk, it’s true that wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. It wasn’t long before a police car came and took the two paparazzi away. They’re protecting the local ecological industry here; if the inside stories of the crew keep getting leaked and there’s no protection locally, in the future no one will come here to shoot, and then everyone will be out of pocket.

This is a gray line that triggers a chain reaction.

Zhao Fatty led over three hundred people and started walking towards North Fort Film City. The city itself rarely hosted film shoots; the concept of the film city had long expanded beyond just the area designated as a scenic spot, with all kinds of small sets built unofficially on the outskirts.

Passing another group, a burly man said cheerfully to Zhao Fatty, "Yo, Zhao Fatty’s herding corpses again."

Ren He burst out laughing on the spot. This term "herding corpses" was used because he led the extras to play dead bodies every day. What an image!

Zhao Fatty didn’t bite; he just kept walking with a stiff upper lip. The other guy was clearly provocating, but if it really came down to a fight, he, Zhao Fatty, would definitely be at a disadvantage. If it weren’t for his father who was a former village chief, he wouldn’t have landed such a good gig.

However, as they left the small town and continued walking along a national highway, Zhao Fatty pulled over a dozen people with decent looks and figures from the crowd of three hundred-plus and quietly encouraged them, "Opportunities are something you have to fight for, you get it? Don’t just look at their numbers; your conditions aren’t any worse. Why can they act and you can’t? Can you show a little ambition or what?"

At that, he suddenly glanced behind at the large crowd and upon spotting Ren He remembered the wonderful dream he had had last night. He hurriedly waved Ren He over, "You, Lu...Lu..."

"Lu Xiaotu," Ren He walked over with a laugh and said.

"Right, Lu Xiaotu. You go stand with them later when the director is picking people. Be sharp, got it?" Zhao Fatty said, "If you get picked, like I said yesterday, queues of actresses will be waiting for you to choose from!"

Ren He pondered that this guy’s head was probably filled with nothing but actresses!

If Yang Xi knew that he was stirring people up like this every day, she would probably chop him up tonight.

When Ren He stepped forward, the surrounding extras were all taken aback. The new kid looked promising.

Zhao Fatty caught their looks and felt a secret sense of triumph. Thank goodness he had pulled this young man to his side first last night. He might just turn his own luck around with this kid.

Zhao Fatty didn’t know much about acting, but in his opinion, if someone was good-looking, had a great figure, and a fine aura, they should be a star.

When they got to the film crew, the crew handed out several hundred uniforms straight away—these were for the extras who didn’t even need to be selected.

Ren He was stunned for a moment; Zhao Fatty had already started putting on a Japanese soldier’s uniform by himself!

"Fatty, what are you up to?" Ren He casually asked.

"What am I up to? Making some money, and I can even get a meal box!" Zhao Fatty glanced at Ren He.

Ren He was instantly confused. So Zhao Fatty was not only working as an intermediary but also playing corpses himself?