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A few days later, at the Beijing Friendship Hotel.

The corridor was filled with a strong perfume scent, mixed with the powdery smell of foundation, making Yu Le want to sneeze.

As far as the eye can see, all you see are legs.

Second and third-tier actresses, as well as unknown aspiring actors from Beijing, were all dressed up in their finest attire.

Some wore low-cut dresses, practically pushing their cleavage up to their necks, while others wore ancient costumes with smoky makeup, looking like spider demons that had crawled out of a spider cave.

Everyone was sizing up their rivals out of the corner of their eye, their eyes hiding daggers, while their faces wore fake smiles like those of plastic best friends.

"Oh my, you're here too, sister? Didn't I hear this role was already decided?"

"Who knows? Let's try our luck. But little sister, did you borrow those clothes? Be careful not to get them dirty, or you'll have to pay for them."

Yin and Yang weirdness.

Swords flashing and shadows swirling.

Yu Le leaned against the corner of the wall, his hands in his pockets, his casual clothes looking out of place.

He was like Tang Sanzang who had mistakenly entered the Spider Cave...

"Uncle Yu..."

Someone gently tugged at the corner of her clothes.

Liu Qianqian shrank behind him, her face pale, her fingers tightly twisting the hem of Yu Le's clothes.

This spectacle truly frightened the little white rabbit who had never seen the world before.

"What are you afraid of?"

Yu Le took a mint out of his pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth.

"It's not like it's a quick-acting heart medicine, what's the point of eating sugar?"

With a candy in her mouth, Liu Qianqian's cheeks bulged out, and she mumbled indistinctly.

"They...they look so fierce. The one in the red dress glared at me just now, like she wanted to eat me alive."

That's jealousy.

Yu Le glanced at the woman in red.

Her makeup was so heavy it looked like she'd painted a wall; if she smiled, she'd probably lose two pounds of putty.

"In this industry, being glared at is the beginning of a good thing. If no one glares at you, then you should be crying, because it means you're not even qualified to be an opponent."

He patted Liu Qianqian's head, ruffling her long, smooth hair.

"Just think of it as coming here to do cosplay. Go in, turn around, and show them what 'all-natural and harmless' really means."

Liu Qianqian was amused by his twisted logic, and her tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

"How can you say that..."

"Next! Liu Qianqian!"

The staff member's loud voice interrupted the father and son's banter.

The whispers in the corridor vanished instantly.

Dozens of gazes, like searchlights, suddenly focused on Liu Qianqian.

There was inquiry, disdain, and mostly hostility.

Liu Qianqian took a deep breath... The mixed perfume scent in the corridor almost choked her.

Yu Le gave her a push.

"Go."

Push open that heavy wooden door.

A strong smell of tobacco wafted over.

The room was filled with smoke; anyone who didn't know better would think they had entered Laozi's alchemy furnace.

In the middle sat a burly man with a full beard, irritably stubbing out his cigarette in an ashtray piled high with cigarette butts.

Zhang Jizhong.

This "godfather of blowers" in Chinese dramas looks to be in a terrible mood right now.

Clearly, the pile of ordinary, unattractive women in front of him had exhausted his aesthetic fatigue.

Beside him sat an elderly man with kind eyes and black-rimmed glasses.

The old man held a thermos in his hands, smiling broadly, like a friendly old man next door.

Yu Le raised an eyebrow.

Yo.

The true Buddha is right here.

Jin Yong.

This is a living legend, the creator of the martial arts world.

"Hello, director. Hello, teacher."

Liu Qianqian bowed obediently.

Zhang Jizhong raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

His initially impatient expression paused slightly when he saw that fair, glowing face without any makeup.

"Go change your clothes."

He pointed to the changing room next door, his words concise and to the point.

No nonsense, no questions asked.

In this casting process where looks matter, appearance is the first passport.

Liu Qianqian took the white tulle dress provided by the crew and went into the dressing room.

Five minutes later.

The curtain to the changing room was lifted.

A small, fair hand reached out first.

Followed by.

A white figure slowly walked out.

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

The smoke that was still drifting seemed to have frozen in mid-air.

Liu Qianqian was wearing a slightly cheap-looking gauze dress from the film crew, but the cheap fabric looked like a heavenly garment on her.

Her long, jet-black hair hung down to her waist, and her skin was so white it was almost translucent.

Those signature phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, aloof and distant, yet carrying a hint of naivety.

She did not speak.

He just stood there quietly.

It's like an orchid blooming in a secluded valley, or a spirit that has stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Untouched by worldly concerns.

"Clatter".

The pen that Zhang Jizhong had just picked up fell onto the table.

Ink splashed out, staining the script in front of him black, but he was completely unaware.

He slapped his thigh suddenly, and a look of wild joy, as if he had "found a treasure," spread across his bearded face.

"That's her!"

The bearded man shouted excitedly.

"This is the fairy-like beauty I've been looking for! She's just like Wang Yuyan straight out of the book!"

He turned his head to look at Jin Yong beside him, his tone as urgent as if he were promoting his own newly grown, top-quality cabbage.

"Mr. Jin! Look! Look!"

Jin Yong slowly took off his glasses.

He took out a glasses cloth from his pocket, wiped the glasses carefully, and then put them back on.

He stared intently at the girl standing under that beam of light.

Looked for a long time.

So long that Liu Qianqian began to doubt whether she had dressed up wrong, and looked helplessly at Yu Le in the corner.

Yu Lechong gave her a thumbs up.

Stable.

Finally, Jin Yong smiled.

The smile was so kind, as if he were looking at his own granddaughter.

He beckoned.

"Little girl, come here."

Liu Qianqian lifted her skirt and walked over carefully.

"If you weren't the one to play Wang Yuyan, the audience would say that Jin Yong was talking nonsense."

Looking at the girl walking over, Jin Yong spoke slowly.

The voice wasn't loud, but every word carried immense weight.

"If you act it out, everyone will know that Jin Yong didn't lie."

"There really are such beautiful people in the world."