This actor is full of tricks.

Chapter 7 New Bridge Apartments
Lin Jue downloaded a local app and entered Xinqiao Apartment on it.

There is rental information for Xinqiao Apartment above, with various apartment types and prices ranging from 500-1000. The poster's surname is Zhu, and according to the introduction, he is the landlord of the apartment.

He actually owns an entire apartment. He must be a really rich man.

Lin Jue sighed, found the profile, and wrote down the landlord's phone number.

He plans to contact the landlord using a public phone tomorrow.

Since it is acting, you have to separate the role from your own life.

……

The next morning, Lin Jue dressed up as Wang Tianshu, put on his bag, went to the newsstand on the street, and called the landlord.

The bell rang a few times, and then a tired male voice came from the other end: "Hello, hello."

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhu?"

"Who are you?"

"Mr. Zhu, it's...um...I saw the rental information you posted online and want to...um...rent! Rent a house."

Lin Jue tried his best to make his voice sound younger, but he spoke very slowly, as if he was carefully organizing his words before speaking each one.

The character of Wang Tianshu should be very introverted and seldom communicate with others. The purpose of him speaking this way is to get closer to the character.

This way, the acting score will be higher.

"Rent an apartment?" The other party sounded a little confused. "The apartment will be demolished in two months. Many tenants have already moved out."

"But... I just saw the rental advertisement yesterday..." Lin Jue spoke intermittently.

"I probably forgot to take it off the shelf. Please find another place." Mr. Zhu was about to hang up the phone.
Lin Jue's face flushed red: "Mr. Zhu, don't, don't hang up the phone."

"I won't be staying here long. I just graduated and haven't found a job yet, so I'll only be staying here for a month."

"Yes, a month will be enough. Once I find a job, I will move out and won't delay you."

He spoke cautiously, his tone becoming somewhat frustrated: "I don't have much savings left, and I don't dare tell my family. There are no cheaper houses nearby."

He said a lot in one breath, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief after he finished, as if it took a lot of courage to say so much.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and finally a sigh: "It's not easy for you, kid. Come over, but you can only rent it for one month."

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Zhu!" Lin Jue's tone rose a lot, his eyes were excited, and he was as happy as a child.

After hanging up the phone, he got on the bus and headed to Xinqiao Apartments.

Xinqiao Apartment is called an apartment, but it is actually just an old building with only four stories high. A big word "demolition" is written in vermilion paint on the outer wall.

From the outside, it looked like there was almost no one living in the building and it was lifeless.

Lin Jue got off the bus and casually glanced at the cameras on the street.

There is no camera in acting, these cameras are the best shooting tools, and everyone in the script is his audience.

He walked towards Xinqiao Apartments with his bag on his back and his head slightly lowered.

The main door of Xinqiao Apartment was locked with an iron gate. Lin Jue tried to open it but couldn't. In desperation, he could only muster up the courage to shout, "Is anyone there?"

The door to the right of the main entrance was opened and a middle-aged man walked out.

The man was about thirty-five years old, with unshaved stubble around his mouth and a tired look on his face.

This should be the landlord, Mr. Zhu.

As Lin Jue studied Mr. Zhu, he too was studying him. From the voice on the phone, he'd assumed he was just an ordinary, frustrated graduate. But when he saw him in person, he was still startled. The young man, in his early twenties, looked languid, his back hunched, his eyes evasive, unwilling to meet his gaze.

He was wearing a gray plaid shirt, faded jeans, a camera hanging around his neck, and carrying a somewhat worn bag.

They are lonely, most of them have some mental illness, and they are also very poor.

This was Mr. Zhu’s first impression of Lin Jue.

Thinking of this, he smiled and tried to look more friendly: "Are you the young man on the phone who wants to rent a house?"

"It's me." Lin Jue nodded hurriedly.

Mr. Zhu opened the door and led Lin Jue in. He smiled bitterly and said, "As you can see, the apartment is like this now. There are not many people..."

"It's okay, I don't mind that." Lin Jue replied.

Mr. Zhu suddenly looked strange. Lin Jue seemed to realize that he had said something wrong and lowered his head: "Sorry, that's not what I meant."

This young man is not very good at speaking.

Mr. Zhu himself gave Lin Jue another evaluation and shook his head, saying, "It's okay. I mean, there are a lot of empty rooms here. You can just pick one and stay there. The rent is according to the online price."

After saying that, he added, "But don't choose this floor."

Can’t choose the first floor?
Except for Room 101 where Mr. Zhu lives, all other rooms on this floor seem to be empty. Why can't I choose one?

Lin Jue was confused in his heart, but he nodded hurriedly: "Okay."

"Come on, I'll show you the room. I think a single room should be fine for you."

Mr. Zhu led Lin Jue upstairs. As soon as they reached the corridor, Lin Jue heard a muffled thud coming from Room 101 where Mr. Zhu lived, as if someone had fallen off the bed.

"Sorry!" Mr. Zhu's face changed. He didn't bother to take Lin Jue upstairs and ran back to the room.

Lin Jue followed closely behind. The door of Room 101 was half open. There was an iron bed next to the sofa in the warmly decorated living room, and a middle-aged woman was lying at the foot of the bed.

It seems that this woman fell off the bed just now.

Lin Jue's gaze stopped on the woman's legs. From the thighs down, there was nothing but two empty trouser legs.

Is this woman a disabled person? She's Mr. Zhu's wife, Mo Mo.

Mr. Zhu hurried over, picked up the woman by the waist, and put her back on the bed. He turned around to look at Lin Jue who was hiding behind the door and said with an apologetic smile, "Sorry, this is my wife... What are you recording?"

At some point, Lin Jue turned on the camera hanging around his neck and started filming Mr. Zhu and the middle-aged woman.

Mr. Zhu's sudden roar startled Lin Jue, and he timidly said, "I'm sorry, that... Mr. Zhu, this is your wife, right? I was just moved by that heartwarming scene, so..."

“Stop filming!”

Mr. Zhu walked up and covered Lin Jue's camera.

Seeing Lin Jue's frightened expression, perhaps because he felt that his reaction was a bit too much, his tone softened: "My wife was in a car accident a few years ago and lost her leg. She has been staying in bed all these years. She has a very sensitive personality and doesn't like strangers..."

He then stared at the camera in Lin Jue's hand and said, "She doesn't like anyone filming her either. After all, lying paralyzed in bed is not a glorious thing."

"Okay... I won't do that next time..." Lin Jue lowered his head like a primary school student being scolded and turned off the camera in his hand.

Seeing Lin Jue's expression, Mr. Zhu didn't know what to say anymore. He went over and covered the woman with the quilt, gently stroking her hair. "Be good and wait for me at home. I'll show this little brother around the room and then come back."

After doing all this, he returned to Lin Jue and said, "Let's go."

Before leaving, Lin Jue looked back at the woman. The woman was staring at him intently, her cloudy eyes full of red bloodshot. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.

(End of this chapter)