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Chapter 184 So alike, so incredibly alike, practically identical!

The confidence wasn't limited to the supporting actors sitting in the audience; it also extended to director Feng Chengfeng.

He was the most excited one.

He rushed straight backstage.

Meanwhile, Feng Chengfeng returned backstage and listened to the applause outside.

Perhaps because there were fewer people, the applause was nothing compared to when the garden was full of guests.

But it's been a long time.

Yes, this applause, this scene, has been long-awaited.

Zhang Zhao thought to himself that he hadn't performed on stage for over a hundred years since his death, and he hadn't heard applause and cheers in a long time.

It's been a long time, and I really miss it.

Returning to the stage after a century feels pretty good.

Just then, a figure rushed in.

Before Zhang Zhao could react, she grabbed him and hugged him tightly.

If Zhang Zhao hadn't held back, Feng Chengfeng, who had rushed in, might have been thrown out by him in the next second.

"Zhang Zhao, you sing so well! Tell me, aren't you a true successor to the traditional Peking Opera tradition?"

Zhang Zhao gently pried open Feng Chengfeng's hands that were holding him and said, "No, I just know how to sing."

Feng Chengfeng: You call this singing? Then what about all the beginners? Aren't they no different from being mute?

"Anyway, Zhang Zhao, you sang exceptionally well. I think you sang even better than those seventy- or eighty-year-old artists." Because the male lead in this play was a Peking Opera singer, when Feng Chengfeng was writing the novel, he went to listen to Peking Opera performances and even went to see them live.

Over the years, I have been researching and preparing.

Therefore, even if he couldn't sing, Feng Chengfeng could still tell whether someone was good or bad.

Zhang Zhao: Thank you for the invitation. I have been practicing in the underworld for over a hundred years, so I have more than a hundred years of experience.

"Director Feng, I should be able to do the opera parts myself in this film, right? You don't need to find anyone else?"

"No need, of course not!"

"Get some rest tonight, and we'll start filming tomorrow."

"it is good."

When everyone returned to the hotel next door, they were still excitedly discussing Zhang Zhao's opera performance. He had sung so well!

"By the way, Director Feng, when I was performing just now, I wonder if anyone recorded it? If so, could you send it to me?" Zhang Zhao asked.

Feng Chengfeng slapped his forehead. "I forgot. I was too excited at the time and just watched. But I'll go ask someone else."

Soon, Feng Chengfeng went to inquire and confirmed that someone had indeed recorded the video.

So Feng Chengfeng sent the copied video to Zhang Zhao.

Zhang Zhao added Xu Qingling on WeChat and, with a mix of trepidation and nervousness, sent the video to her.

[Director Xu, this is my audition clip. The director and others said it was good. You can take a look if you have time.]

After saying that, Zhang Zhao began to wait anxiously.

He was grateful to Xu Qingling.

He never believed that Xu Qingling was obligated to fulfill the wishes of the three brothers.

Even if Xu Qingling is the director of the Leave Department of Fengdu, even if it may be her duty, duty is duty, but whether she does it wholeheartedly is another matter.

He knew that Xu Qingling was devoted to the three brothers, and also to other people who asked for leave.

Therefore, he also longed to gain Xu Qingling's approval.

So, she boldly sent Xu Qingling the clip of the opera performance she had just watched. The question was, would Director Xu, who was so busy, and who, despite being the Ghost King, was just a nobody, reply to him?

With a ding, Zhang Zhao received Xu Qingling's reply ten minutes after sending the message.

Zhang Zhao was overjoyed when he saw that it was Xu Qingling's reply.

[It's a really good song. I'll add it to my account; I'm sure more people will like it then. Focus on your acting, and keep it up!]

Zhang Zhao's eyes lit up. Director Xu had praised him highly, offered to help promote him, and even encouraged him to keep going.

That's great! He will definitely work hard to make a good film.

Feng Chengfeng, who was watching this scene from afar, thought: Could this kid be in love?
The reason why we didn't think Zhang Zhao was texting his wife is because Zhang Zhao said that he is not married and does not have a wife.

Surely he has a girlfriend, right?

However, Feng Chengfeng didn't care much.

Ultimately, that's the actor's private matter.

That night, Feng Chengfeng told everyone to get a good night's sleep, as they would have to get up early the next day to start filming.

"Zhang Zhao, get a good night's sleep. Of course, you might have nightmares, but don't be afraid, they're just nightmares. Be brave, okay?" Feng Chengfeng said to Zhang Zhao with concern before he went to sleep.

“Okay.” Zhang Zhao agreed, but in his heart he was thinking that it was impossible to dream, because when they were ghosts, they did not need to sleep, especially at the level of Ghost King, there was no such thing as being tired and needing to rest.

However, thinking back to when he performed on stage during the day, the leaves swayed even without wind...

If he hadn't been performing opera at the time, he probably would have exposed that sneaky little devil.

But it's okay, he can wait a little longer.

That brat, he'll always show up eventually.

He couldn't let this brat ruin the filming schedule.
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As night fell, everyone in the hotel closed their doors, and most were fast asleep.

Even the hotel staff stayed in their rooms after nightfall, and the hotel was not open for business at all.

Yes, this hotel closes at 10 p.m. and doesn't reopen until 7 a.m. the next morning.

Although most hotels are open at night, this remote location, especially next to Zhuang Mengyuan, which has ghost stories, means that not many people are willing to stay here.

Moreover, the hotel staff were also afraid that the ghosts from next door would cause trouble at the hotel.

The hotel owner was at a loss; he wanted to close down but was unwilling to do so.

So the only option is to have staff work during the day and close the shop at night. No matter how high the price, no one is willing to work night shifts.

At this moment, the entire hotel fell into silence.

At this moment, even the wind seemed to have stopped in the night.

At one point, something seemed to enter the hotel and headed straight for Zhang Zhao's room.

Soon, he stood in front of Zhang Zhao's room, but the hotel's security cameras did not capture him.

He stood there, and the next second, he walked straight through the door.

In Zhang Zhao's room, the lights were not completely off; a bedside lamp was still on.

Zhang Zhao lay on the bed with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

A low, indistinct voice suddenly rang out in the room.

"They look so alike, so incredibly alike, they're practically identical."

"is it you?"

The next second, the figure floated to Zhang Zhao's bedside, seemingly about to reach out and touch him.

At that moment, Zhang Zhao, who had been lying on the bed with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, his eyes clear and bright.

He immediately grabbed the man's hand and said, "It's you, isn't it?"