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

At the entrance of Jiangcheng Police Station.

Yi Zheng walked out of the familiar gate once again.

This time, however, the officers seemed to have gotten to know each other well, and they escorted him all the way to the intersection before waving goodbye.

Yi Zheng found a shady spot under a tree and was about to take out his phone to call a car.

Then I heard a familiar voice.

"Dude, over here!"

This accent is very distinctive; it's Wu Jing.

Yi Zheng quickly followed the direction of the sound.

Wu Jing was sitting in the second row of an Alphard, with the door wide open.

On such a hot day, he did not choose to close the car doors and turn on the air conditioning.

Instead, they wore masks and baseball caps, enduring the high temperatures while waiting for themselves.

Yi waved to the opposite side and quickly ran over.

"Brother Jing!"

Looking at Wu Jing's friendly smile, with beads of sweat still on his face.

For a moment, Yi Zheng couldn't think of any words of thanks.

He has indeed gained some popularity recently, but Yi Zheng knows that this kind of online popularity is actually very superficial. Once he drops off the headlines in a few days, he will fade from the public eye.

Wu Jing, on the other hand, is a true superstar in terms of popularity and buzz.

And yet, this superstar has absolutely no airs.

They waited outside the police station in this most "foolish" way.

Yi Zheng couldn't recall any of his former good friends who would wait for him like this.

He quickly got into the car, and Wu Jing closed the car door and took off his mask and hat.

The brim of his hat was soaked with sweat.

He didn't wait for Yi Zheng to say anything in thanks.

Given his personality, true friends don't exchange thank yous.

Before the air conditioning could even be turned on, Wu Jing excitedly put down the small tables in the second row.

A bunch of contracts were just thrown at them like that.

"Hey, it's settled with President Dong, we'll sign the contract for both films together!"

"This is the highest price I can negotiate. If he thinks it's too low, we'll drive back and talk to him about it!"

Wu Jing spoke in a tone that truly resembled that of an older brother.

In the short time it took for me to go in and give a statement, they actually negotiated everything for me.

And he even said he thought it wasn't enough and wanted to go back with me to discuss it?

This deeply moved Yi Zheng.

How could he complain that it's not enough?

My most important task right now is to activate the system as soon as possible.

As for money, that'll be a side issue later!

Moreover, given Wu Jing's character, he wouldn't deliberately try to lower the price for himself.

Yi Zheng looked at Wu Jing and shook his head.

I glanced at the contract and saw that there were too many zeros in the section on payment!

He immediately replied, "How could I complain about the amount? When filming with Brother Jing, money doesn't matter!"

Wu Jing was stunned after hearing this.

I was so angry at Yi Zheng that I laughed.

Why do people come out to make movies if not for money?

However, it has been many years since I've seen someone as open and honest as Yi Zheng.

He smiled and patted Yi Zheng on the shoulder.

I thought to myself that once I joined the crew, I would definitely take good care of him.

Especially when it comes to filming action scenes, I'll tell Zhang Jin and Tony to go easy on them!

……

Two weeks later, filming for "SPL 2: A Time for Consequences" began as scheduled.

On his first day reporting, Yi Zheng discovered that the production team of this show was incredibly luxurious!

Directed by Zheng Baorui and starring Wu Jing.

There are also the incredibly skilled fighters Zhang Jin and Tony.

They even invited veteran actor Ren Dahua.

"Director Zheng! Brother Jing..." Yi Zheng greeted them politely one by one.

"Oh, Yi Zheng is here!" Director Zheng, who was usually aloof, was unusually enthusiastic towards Yi Zheng after their contact a few days ago.

"Quickly, Xiao Wang, take Teacher Yizheng to a private room to rest!"

"Okay, this way please, teacher." Seeing how enthusiastic Director Zheng was, and even specifically asking him to take Yi Zheng to a private room to rest, Xiao Wang said.

This kind of treatment was something even Zhang Jin and Tony, who were standing nearby, didn't receive.

She dared not be ambiguous either.

The young girls who can make it on film sets are all extremely good at making eye contact.

"Teacher Yi, please have a seat. I'll go make you some tea right away."

Yi Zheng was a little unaccustomed to being treated like this.

Just as he was about to wave goodbye politely, Xiao Wang closed the door.

Outside the door, Xiao Wang went to the supplies allocation group and rummaged through boxes and cabinets to select good tea.

As for Xiao Wang, she was not unfamiliar with the name Yi Zheng.

After all, it trended on social media so many times recently; anyone who scrolls through their phone is bound to come across a few of them.

However, in a big production like "SPL 2: A Time for Consequences," compared to the other big names...

For someone with the online influence of someone like Yi Zheng, it's a bit too little to compare.

So she really couldn't understand why Director Zheng would give such a newcomer such an attitude and treatment on her first day of work.

Could it be yet another celebrity with a large following who was forcibly inserted by some powerful entity?

She had only heard that one of the investors was a CEO surnamed Dong.

This time, they forcibly removed Gu Tianle, who had already been confirmed to star, and made Yi Zheng play the behind-the-scenes boss Hong Wengang!

"Why!"

Xiao Wang rummaged through drawers and cabinets while sighing.

"What's wrong, Xiao Wang?" A colleague standing nearby asked curiously.

"Oh, it's nothing. A perfectly good film, it hasn't even started shooting yet, and it's going to be ruined by the capitalists again!"

"When I worked in small film crews before, there were always people with connections who would force young, handsome actors into the production to make things more difficult."

"I never imagined that a big production like 'SPL 2' could be infiltrated by capital. It's ruined!"

Xiao Wang shook his head inwardly and pulled out a box of Lao Ban Zhang tea from the top drawer.

"Sigh, a role like Hong Wengang is being played by a popular internet celebrity? This show is unwatchable."

Xiao Wang took the tea and script and returned to Yi Zheng's private room.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Director Zheng already sitting there with the script in his hand.

And he is very patiently explaining the play to Yi Zheng.

"Teacher Yi Zheng, this Hong Wengang is a ruthless man."

"He has a very rare congenital heart disease, which is why he joined forces with Gao Jin to establish a huge human organ trafficking network."

"This guy, he'd even try to rip his own brother's heart out to save his own life! He's incredibly twisted!"

As Director Zheng spoke, he beckoned to Xiao Wang, signaling her to come and make tea.

Xiao Wang obediently tugged at the hem of her short skirt.

He quickly bent down to make tea.

As Yi listened to Director Zheng's explanation, he gradually became immersed in the role.

He stroked his chin and began to think.

While Xiao Wang was bending down to make tea...

He squinted and pressed his face against Xiao Wang's chest.

"The heart, is it...?"

"Director Zheng, I don't think you're right to say he's a pervert."

On Yi Zheng's retinal panel, the [Master of Human Organs] that had awakened during the bank robbery a few days ago has now turned into a light blue active state.

His gaze was unfocused as he stared at Xiao Wang's heart.

"Hong Wengang just wanted to live. So what if he had to take someone else's heart to survive? Was he wrong? Which of us hasn't taken out the organs of countless innocent lives just to survive? I think Hong Wengang is perfectly normal."

"On the contrary, those who consider themselves righteous don't live as purely as he does."

Is Hong Wengang normal?

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wang's hand, which was making tea, trembled involuntarily.

She had read the script.

This was the first time she had ever encountered someone who called Hong Wengang normal or pure!

Xiao Wang instinctively covered his chest, and the teapot in his other hand trembled as the tea leaves spilled all over the table.

This Yi Zheng is hardly a celebrity planted by capital.

That's insane!

Seeing Yi staring intently at his chest, Xiao Wang was so frightened that he quickly put down the teapot and covered his snow-white chest with his other hand.

She gave him a look of disgust, as if he were a pervert, and was about to ask Director Zheng for help.

But then, Director Zheng was seen silently looking at his own chest.

"purely?"

"hiss……"

"What you're saying makes some sense!"

The two stared at Xiao Wang's chest and nodded in tacit agreement.