The birth of an actor

Chapter 37 She's Just a Child

"Come on in, come on in and choose one. Give me which one you like, and I'll put it on for everyone to see."

From initially just posing for photos, to becoming self-taught in attracting customers.

The girl took less than five minutes in total.

There's no way around it, there are just too many people here... they're all heading this way.

At this moment, Fan Bing noticed that besides the clothes she was wearing, they were also looking at other clothes in the store, so she quickly made a promise.

Bring me the styles you like, and I'll wear them so you can see them more clearly.

The moment she said those words, the eyes of several suppliers surrounding her fell on the design they had just liked.

"Let the model see this...this...and the men's version...wear them all."

At first, the older woman was quite uncomfortable with how the two addressed each other.

But when An Xin accepted the black T-shirt and took off her own shirt, revealing her vest and the firm muscle lines beneath it, the women in the crowd's eyes lit up instantly.

Suddenly, regardless of what they were thinking, people started flocking to this place.

But what if I've already changed my top...?
Women with business on their faces, but whether they were secretly lustful, is anyone's guess. They started choosing pants.

Anxin was actually feeling a bit out of sorts at the moment.

After all, with so many eyes watching, it would be pure nonsense to say you could remain indifferent.

Especially when I take off my clothes, I feel like I've become a male stripper.

Just then, he saw Fan Bingbing, who was also taking off her clothes.

The girl's face was full of natural and warm smiles. After taking off her top, revealing a tight-fitting T-shirt underneath, she put on another set of clothes.

There was no shyness, unease, or other similar feelings.

Whether she's beautiful or not is another matter, but what I truly appreciated about her was her dedication.

He was stunned...

Fine.

Then, when he placed his hand on the Goldlion belt, countless older women's faces flushed.

My heartbeat slowed down.

Unfortunately, Anxin was wearing shorts underneath.

When the jeans were taken off, countless women who had planned to be crotch-watchers sighed inwardly.

Soon, the two of them were wearing the second set of clothes and showing them off confidently.

Then... even more people appeared.

Imagine this: a handsome man, a beautiful woman, taking off their clothes, changing clothes...

These elements alone are enough to attract people. What's more, in the entire market, *Fashion Dress* is the first to do this.

Not to mention the suppliers, even the owners of other shops were stunned, dumbfounded, and followed the crowd to look this way.

This is fucking... can business really be done like this?

……

"...Sister, stop touching it, the sleeves are all snagged."

Seeing the woman with the gold bracelet groping around indiscriminately in her jeans, causing the buttons on her jeans to get caught on the woman's clothes, Anxin, whose face stiffened, quickly spoke up to remind her.

"I need to check the material."

Hearing this, An Xin rolled her eyes inwardly.

If I hadn't dodged quickly, you would have really touched my crotch.

Who touches fabric like that?
In just a few hours, Anxin had changed into at least twenty different outfits and had gotten used to these people... while these people had also gotten used to Anxin.

From simply looking at it at first, to trying to determine what kind of material the garment was made of...

He has been suffering from this pain all along.

He is like that, and so is Fan Bing.

However, it was women who touched them.

Men won't let you touch them.

This is a rule established by Li Jiahui after he stopped a male client, who was probably in his forties or fifties, from making a move on Fan Bingbing.

They're clearly just kids, what are you trying to do?

Playing hooligan?
Want to see the fabric? Sure, the patterns are all in the shop. Go look at them on the mannequins, feel free to touch them!
And by now, it was past nine o'clock.

But there were still many people gathered here.

This only highlighted the "quiet" business of the shops next door.

But... some shrewd people have already put up a sign at the door: Recruiting Models.

That morning, the people from Fashion Dress magazine gave them a very good lesson.

Having these two natural clothes hangers really creates a lot of buzz. If they don't want to fall behind... they need to quickly make up for this weakness.

And so, this good business continued until after 10 a.m., when the two people who had been standing for five hours could no longer take it and finally rested.

The girl, who felt like she had no feeling in her legs, rubbed her legs while changing her T-shirt.

"Thank you for your hard work, Bingbing. Don't worry, here you go."

When Li Jiahui handed them the Coca-Cola, the two of them politely thanked him, but their tone and voices were no longer as arrogant as they had been on stage.

They've all become listless.

Anxin felt that all her energy and spirit had been drained in those few hours.

Fan Bing glanced at the clock on the table and, seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock, quickly said:
"Sister Zi, is that alright for today? We need to get going, we have other things to do."

Upon hearing this, Liang Zi immediately nodded:
"Yes, today is the first day, it must have been a bit tiring. Bingbing, don't worry, here you go."

She handed him two hundred yuan directly.

"It's the first day, and business is so good thanks to the two of you. Here, take this money as a red envelope from your sister."

The agreed-upon period was 51 days, but they gave us 100 instead. Clearly, the boss is being very generous.

"Thank you, Sister Zi."

Fan Bing quickly thanked them, took the money, and then pulled An Xin, who was also rubbing her legs, to stand up together.
"Shall we leave then?"

"Okay, it'll still be 4:30 tomorrow. Let's go back and rest early."

"Know it."

Ignoring how much the boss and his wife had sold, they greeted them and then walked out with stiff steps.

No one spoke; they were all exhausted.

They had only taken a few steps when someone blocked their path:
"Hey, young lady, how much do you get paid for standing here all day? Want to come to my place? I'll definitely pay more than them."

Fan Bingbing looked up at the man, smiled politely, and shook her head.

"Thanks, brother. We're doing great there. Goodbye."

With that, she walked right past the man and went outside.

……

Actually, we encountered several people asking about it along the way, since they had already seen the effect of the fashionable dress this morning.

The intention to win them over and challenge them couldn't be clearer.

But neither Anxin nor she intended to change the storefront sign.

I've lost that drive.

Stepping out with legs that felt numb, Fan Bing didn't even complain about the scalding heat this time. Instead, she sat on the scorching hot motorcycle seat with a comfortable and relaxed expression.

It's so comfortable sitting here...

As she was thinking, Anxin asked:
"Where?"

Beijing Film Studio.

"...You're not going to see Grandpa Ye anymore?" "Oh, right..."

The girl thought for a moment, then said helplessly:
"Let's go see Uncle Ye first. We'll practice our skills for a while, then go to the Beijing Film Studio this afternoon..."

"Are not you tired?"

"Hehe, I'll try my best to stick with it."

Hearing this, An Xin shook her head helplessly, but didn't say anything more.

I rode my motorcycle back home.

Who would have thought that as soon as I stepped off the sidewalk of the clothing market, I suddenly felt a weight on my back.

The girl had completely pressed herself against him:

"I'm going to sleep for a while..."

"……Um."

Anxin responded and slowed down the car.

And so, Fan Bing's head remained pressed against his back the entire way.

Even Anxin didn't know if she was really asleep.

After arriving home, he parked the car, but the girl in the back didn't move... Anxin then realized that she had actually fallen asleep.

Coincidentally, just as An was pondering whether to wake her up, there was a noise at the door, and Old Ye came out.

Upon seeing the two children, he paused for a moment, then asked:
"just came back?"

"Hey, wake up, we're here."

"……what?"

Fan Bing was groggily woken up and immediately saw Old Ye.

"Ah? Uncle Ye... you've arrived?... I'm so sorry, sir, are we late?"

"..."

Old Ye didn't say a word.

But looking at the girl's somewhat sunken eye sockets...

The two of them were so exhausted that they looked completely unrecognizable.

It seems this job is really not easy.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Fan Bing step out of the car:

"I'll begin now..."

"..."

Old Ye swallowed back the words he was about to say, "Take a rest if you're tired."

After thinking for a while, he said:
"Young master, take the cart home. Have lunch here. Now, go practice your martial arts."

"..."

Anxin was somewhat speechless.

I was thinking to myself, "Can't you even let me rest for a bit and catch my breath?"

But as Old Ye stepped aside, a dazed Fan Bing pushed open the door and went inside. Seeing this, he could only nod.
"it is good."

Then, Old Ye left after saying, "Warm up your arms and legs."

After Anxin parked the motorcycle and went to the yard next door, he found that Fan Bingbing was already standing there with a bamboo tube on her head.

However... his eyes were closed.

Then his body swayed, and the bamboo tube fell to the ground with a thud.

The girl instinctively shuddered, opened her eyes, looked around, then bent down again to pick up the bamboo tube and put it back on her head.

Anxin was also shocked, thinking to herself, "How can you fall asleep like this?"

But... if the woman is so exhausted but still persevering, then he, a grown man, can't slack off either.

So he put the bamboo tube on his head.

Stand like a pine tree... Stand like a pine tree...

I may be just a piece of meat floss now, but if I stand here a thousand times, I'll definitely turn into a pine tree.

Keep practicing.

Amidst the occasional "thump-thump" sounds echoing in the courtyard, he lazily yawned.

But the shadow remained upright.

Just like the girl next to her who occasionally swayed.

About half an hour had passed.

Old Ye, carrying several plastic bags, came back.

I spotted two children standing in the shade, each wearing a bamboo tube on their head.

After judging from the sweat on their necks and chins that they hadn't been slacking off, he said:
"Stand up straight, all of you!"

An Xin and the dazed Fan Bing instinctively shuddered.

The old man nodded in satisfaction.

"Stand still, hang in there. We'll have ribs for lunch."

As he spoke, he carried the four pounds of pork ribs he had just bought at the market and walked towards the kitchen.

After finishing the meal, Anxin received a cardboard sign.

[An Xin, Professional Actor at Xie Jin Star Academy]

After asking Anxin about her height and weight, the girl wrote the following in the "Actresses" section:
[He has acted in Xie Jin's stage plays: "Teahouse," "Hamlet," and was the male lead in Xie Dong's "Smiling Face" music video...]

Looking at that line of works, An Xin's gaze unconsciously fell on the script on the table.

"...Just reading the script counts?"

"Of course it counts. Oh well, don't take this stuff too seriously. Nobody's going to take it seriously anyway."

"..."

Under An Xin's silent gaze, the exhausted girl forced herself to look at the time and said to him:

"Let's go?"

The two of them stayed up quite late today; it's already 2 a.m.

"it is good."

Anxin didn't refuse and followed her out of the house. However, when they passed a cosmetics store, they bought two small stools.

After exchanging glances with Uncle Qiaoqiao, the two squatted down under the scarce shade of trees at the Beijing Film Studio at noon. Just a few minutes after sitting down, Fan Bing started yawning.

She put her hands on her knees, rested her head on her arms, and curled up.

"I'm going to sleep for a bit. Wake me up when I'm at work."

"Ah."

With a reassuring response, she quickly fell silent.

But not long after, it seemed that the position was too cramped, and in her daze, she straightened up and swayed from side to side... and finally simply leaned against Anxin's shoulder.

"..."

Anxin paused in her movements.

But after thinking about it, he lowered his shoulders.

A delicate fragrance wafted to my nose.

"She's just a child."

He said to himself silently.

(End of this chapter)