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

"ha?"

Yi Zheng wasn't quite sure if he had overheard anything inappropriate.

What do you mean?

Isn't this unspoken rule a bit sudden?

Xiao Li, standing next to him, covered his mouth and laughed.

Her two taut, white breasts trembled with each movement.

The other actors who were auditioning also burst into laughter.

"Director Ning is so funny."

Let's not talk about chickens, let's all be civilized.

A fat actor lowered his voice, his tone full of sourness.

"Does Yi Zheng still not know that he's playing a cook in the mess hall?"

The actor next to him, wearing reading glasses, shook his head.

"Stop joking, the contract's already signed, doesn't he even know what role he's playing?"

"This young man!"

"But that makes sense. With his identity, not knowing the plot himself allows him to act more convincingly."

Ning Qiang took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled a thick smoke ring.

He didn't care what others said.

Each actor only receives a small portion of the script, which is the secret to his success as a director over the years.

He waved his hand casually.

"It's okay, kid. We're actors, it's normal if we don't know how to do it."

"When filming starts, I'll find a stunt double to do it for you."

"Hiring a stand-in doesn't cost much."

Yi nodded blankly.

He still didn't quite hear clearly.

The director just asked him, "What can you do?"

He really wanted to ask one question.

This is a proper film crew, right?

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

The surrounding staff could not hide the disdain in their eyes as they watched this scene.

Ning Qiang made it sound so easy.

Xiao Li, standing next to him, curled his lip in disapproval.

"Director Ning, you're spoiling him too much."

Xiao Li's voice had a hint of coquettishness.

"It's just that it's become a bit popular online recently."

"I have to use a stunt double right after signing the contract."

"If word gets out, people will think our production team hired a living ancestor."

She rolled her eyes and glanced at Yi Zheng.

"These young gigolos these days are just pretentious."

"If this were a veteran actor..."

"Don't even mention being a prostitute."

"Even if it's just slaughtering pigs, you have to learn it by staying up all night."

The extras chimed in.

"Exactly, there were only two scenes, and they were paid 100,000 yuan a month, but they wouldn't even cut a vegetable?"

"Yes, this money is really easy to make."

Yi Zheng stood still, his fingers hanging at his sides slowly closing.

He took a deep breath.

"Director Ning, let's skip the stunt double."

"I'll go back and learn it, and I'll do this play myself."

Ning Qiang exhaled a smoke ring and sized him up through the bluish-gray smoke.

"Young man, don't be reckless."

"Cooking requires skill in knife work and controlling the heat."

"If your hand technique is rusty, the audience will be able to tell immediately when the camera zooms in."

Yi was meeting Ning Qiang's gaze.

"Don't worry."

"I'll go back and study."

"It definitely won't go wrong tomorrow."

In truth, Yi Zheng himself was not confident either.

To be a prostitute?

He does indeed possess the "Delicious Chicken Soup" skill that the system just gave him.

But he wasn't sure.

This skill is a special version for Japanese soldiers.

He's now playing a member of the Eighth Route Army.

What if I promise to do it but then can't get it started?

Besides, given the system's nature, what if the chicken soup they make has a distinct Japanese army flavor?

Then the filming of this movie will be completely impossible.

Therefore, he didn't dare to say directly that he could do it.

Ning Qiang, however, did not care.

"Alright, it's settled then."

"We'll come to film your scenes tomorrow afternoon."

"Go back and study the script carefully."

Ning Qiang clapped his hands, finalizing the matter.

"Okay, Director Ning."

"I'll be there on time tomorrow."

Yi Zheng said goodbye to Ning Qiang and turned to leave the dressing room.

A few more suppressed snickers came from the house behind them.

He didn't turn around.

In Hengdian, the summer air is quite hot and dry.

Yi Zheng raised his hand to cover his brow bone.

He doesn't have any scenes with the crew of "Enjoying Leisure" today.

He had already asked Director Kong for leave before leaving home in the morning.

Nothing much to do this afternoon.

It's just a pot of chicken soup, isn't it?

As a man who aspires to become a movie star.

How can a chicken stump you?

During his four years in Hengdian, he heard countless inspiring stories from his seniors.

Some people, in order to play the role of a mental patient well, used their connections to stay in a mental hospital for half a month.

In order to better portray a dead body, some people went to the morgue in the middle of the night to observe the details.

I was just playing a cook.

If you don't even have this much awareness, what are you talking about when you call yourself a Best Actor?

He walked to the crossroads outside the film studio.

I flagged down a dilapidated taxi.

"Driver, go to the nearest farmers' market."

After half an hour.

Yi was carrying two huge black plastic bags as he walked out of the market.

In the bag in his left hand was a freshly slaughtered free-range chicken.

The chicken feet were still dangling from the edge of the bag.

In the bag on his right hand were a gleaming induction cooker, a kitchen knife, and a clay pot.

They even bought all sorts of scallions, ginger, garlic, and spices.

Back in the Hilton's luxury suite.

Yi was piling things onto the kitchen counter.

This suite comes with a small kitchen, which came in handy.

He took off his coat and put on a large gray T-shirt.

Carry the white-feathered chicken into the water trough.

The tap was turned on, and clear water washed away the blood from the chicken skin.

Yi Zheng took out his phone and opened a short video platform.

Enter four characters in the search box.

How to cook chicken.

After flipping through several pages of beautiful videos of young ladies, I finally found a proper guide on how to become a prostitute.

Yi Zheng turned his head to look at the old hen in the plastic bag, its legs taut and stretched out, and took a deep breath.

Although the chicken had already been killed, its eyes were wide open, making it look like it died with a lot of resentment.

Yi Zheng grabbed the knife, closed his eyes, and shouted.

"I've offended the beautiful woman."

……

Outside the room door, on the carpet in the hotel corridor.

A pair of white high heels made a soft, muffled sound as they stepped.

Li Sisi is holding up a selfie stick.

He stepped out of the elevator, looking exhausted.

She wore a low-cut black halter dress today.

The hem of the skirt just covered the top of her thighs.

As she walked, her two full, rounded thighs rubbed together, making a soft sound.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

"Sisi, you've worked so hard!"

"Unfathomable!"

"Watch the game in a civilized manner!"

Li Sisi brushed a stray hair behind her ear.

She pouted at the camera, showing off her lips adorned with a striking, alluring lipstick.

"Family members."

"It seems Yi Zheng didn't have time to go to the film set today."

"I waited for him at the film set for most of the day, but I didn't even see a shadow of him."

"The sun smudged my makeup."

She zoomed in, showing the fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

"I'm starving."

"I've decided to go back to the hotel to replenish my stamina."

"Let's order some takeout later, eat our fill, and then wait for him outside his room."

Li Sisi gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

As I passed by Yi Zheng's room, I heard someone call out from inside, "Excuse me, beautiful lady."

Then came the crackling of knives and the sound of bones breaking.