Playing the Eighth Route Army, the system is forcing this on me?

At sunset.

With a powerful shout from director Kong Sheng over the walkie-talkie, the tense atmosphere on the entire set suddenly eased.

The props team, makeup team, and production crew all breathed a sigh of relief.

Passed?

This was completely unexpected.

After all, there have been many unexpected incidents since Yi Zheng joined the group.

The crew has been working non-stop for over thirty hours, but they haven't even gotten one shot right yet!

Meanwhile, in Li Sisi's live stream, the chat was also just beginning to react.

"My God, is that too much?"

"This is no easy feat. This is the first time in the two days since Yi Zheng joined the crew that he's heard the director yell 'cut' so decisively!"

"Wu Jingsi was totally worth it! Hahahaha!"

The comments section immediately filled with discussions about Wu Jing.

Li Sisi also pointed the live stream camera at Wu Jing.

At this moment, next to the sandbags in the center of the battlefield.

Wu Jing remained lying sprawled on the cold sand, looking utterly embarrassed.

He wiped the blood off his face.

"Damn it, did some greenhorn get his head blown off?"

Actually, if he had simply been shot in the head, he wouldn't have reacted so strongly. Maybe one of the staff members pressed the wrong button?

However, three shots.

All hit vital points!

Wu Jing has been involved in military-themed films and television dramas for many years. In order to film a movie, he even spent more than half a year training in a special forces unit.

He understood better than anyone else present what those seemingly simple three shots truly meant.

That's a distance of over a hundred meters.

At this distance, a person's head appears to be only the size of a fingernail in the scope.

On the battlefield, 100 meters may not seem like a long distance.

However, without a high-powered optical sight and relying solely on the rudimentary iron sights of the Type 38 rifle, accurately hitting a target in mobile warfare was an extremely difficult task.

Many people have watched too many poorly made anti-Japanese war dramas and think that shooting a rifle a few hundred meters away is just a piece of cake.

But that's pure nonsense.

In a real battlefield, this requires professional soldiers to undergo thousands of live-fire exercises to develop near-instinctive muscle memory.

Wu Jing had practiced target shooting in the army and knew very well the difficulty for new recruits to shoot at chest targets with iron sights from 100 meters away.

Even if you can hit vital points with every shot, if you can hit the target five out of ten times, the squad leader will praise you for being "talented".

But these weren't the things that sent chills down Wu Jing's spine.

Two shots to the chest, one shot to the head?

No!

Is this a habit an actor should have?

No wonder there are rumors online that Yi Zheng is an undercover agent from the island nation!

Now even Wu Jing wanted to report him.

Just as Wu Jing lay on the ground, filled with doubts.

"Teacher Wu Jing! Are you alright?"

Peng Yuchang and Aruna ran over looking anxious.

"Huh? Oh! It's nothing, it's nothing."

Wu Jing suddenly came to his senses and realized that it was rather embarrassing for a dignified action star to be lying on the ground in a daze.

Before the two could reach out their hands, he sprang up from the ground with a clean and nimble flip.

He intended to use his impressive martial arts skills to get back at his opponent.

Unexpectedly, Aruna, who was standing next to her, immediately added insult to injury.

"Brother Jing, why did you hang up right away?" Aru scratched his head with a simple and honest expression.

puff.

Several assistants who were about to hand Wu Jing water almost spat it out.

This Aruna, no wonder he comes from Mangcun.

You speak so recklessly!

The chat room was filled with laughter.

"Hahaha! Aruna's finishing blow came at just the right time!"

Wu Jing: This is too strong. I thought I was here to save the day, but I didn't expect to be here to be killed.

"Hahaha, I feel sorry for Teacher Wu Jing for three seconds."

Wu Jing's lips twitched twice.

"I was careless and didn't flash."

At this moment, behind the director's monitor, director Kong Sheng's eyes shone with an unusual light.

He is a shrewd director.

A newcomer, in a war drama, managed to overwhelm Wu Jing like this right from the start.

Kong Sheng was certain that he had truly struck gold this time.

He approached Yi Zheng, his usual seriousness and irritability completely gone.

Instead, a gentle appreciation was given.

Kong Sheng patted Yi Zheng on the shoulder heavily.

"Thank you for your hard work, Zheng..."

"Oh no, I mean, Teacher Yizheng."

Teacher Yi Zheng?

Hearing these words come from Kong Sheng's mouth.

All the staff who were tidying up the props were stunned, their faces filled with disbelief and shock.

"Holy crap, did I hear that right?"

"That's Confucius!"

Did he just mention the teacher?

For the staff on site, this was unprecedented.

A notorious "tyrant on set," he was ruthless and unforgiving when filming.

Even a popular leading man like Xiao Zhan was still scolded by Kong Sheng without ever receiving a kind word.

Not to mention being addressed as "teacher" with respect.

But now, he actually addressed Yi Zheng, who had just finished filming a scene, as "teacher" in a very polite manner?

The extras around Yi Zheng looked at him with envy, but even more so with a deep sense of awe.

In this industry, ability is always the best passport.

"You're too kind, Director Kong. It's just my duty." Yi Zheng bowed slightly, feeling a little flattered.

However, this composed demeanor only deepened the admiration in Kong Sheng's eyes.

……

The sky was getting dark.

After a long day of intense filming, Yi Zheng, looking slightly tired, got into the business vehicle specially arranged by the crew and returned to his hotel.

As soon as the car door opened, Yi Zheng's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone and glanced at it; it was a bank text message.

【您尾号8721的储蓄卡于18:12入帐人民币500，000.00元，余额501，230.50元。】

Five hundred thousand!

Actors' salaries are usually not paid in full at once.

Typically, a small initial payment is made when filming begins.

Then, after filming wraps up, we'll release a portion of the mid-term budget.

Only after the movie is released and the box office is calculated can the actors receive the final payment.

As a newcomer, the director actually paid out 50% of the money on the very next day?

Just then, a message from Director Kong popped up on WeChat:

[Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Yi Zheng. As a special case, I'll personally cover your expenses and settle the payment in advance.]

Looking at this message, Yi Zheng understood perfectly.

In the film and television industry, delays in receiving payment are common, and situations like this, where the initial payment is made right after filming is extremely rare.

Kong Sheng paid for the money himself.

This is enough to show that Kong Sheng approved of himself.

Yi Zheng's fingers flew across the screen as he typed a polite thank-you message.

However, he hadn't even sent the message yet.

In the hotel's magnificent lobby, three police officers in dark blue uniforms tacitly surrounded them.

The middle-aged police officer in the lead smiled slightly, took out his police ID, and flashed it in front of Yi.

"Is that right? Why don't you come with us?"