Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 109 Adrenaline Surges

This group has a completely different style. There are very few messages, only about ten from morning to night, and each one is an announcement, clean and concise, without a single superfluous word.

Shen Li flipped through the pages one by one.

Article :

"The historical suspense drama 'The Great Tang Mysteries' is seeking a special guest actor to play a temple monk. Requirements: Male, 25-35 years old, slim appearance, willing to shave his head. Daily pay: 550 RMB, two consecutive days of filming. Please submit your model card and a photo of yourself with a shaved head to apply. Note: No fake bald heads, verification will be conducted on-site."

Shen Li's eyes darted around. A guest monk? A shaved-headed monk? Five hundred and fifty a day?

He subconsciously touched his fairly thick hair.

Shaving my head... What if it doesn't grow back?

Fang Ying, that female devil, watches him train every morning. If she saw him strutting around with his bald head, she'd probably laugh herself silly.

Besides, if he shaves his head, how will he get roles as a "refined" scholar in the future?

Forget it, he can't earn that money for now.

But the replies under this announcement were quite interesting. The special group usually uses a "secret bidding" system, with no one replying publicly, but the person who posted this announcement, "Director Zhou's Assistant," added a comment himself:

"The last time we hired a monk who was supposed to be bald, he came wearing a hood and was immediately exposed by the director and kicked out. This time, we're emphasizing: real baldness! No fake bald heads please!"

Shen Li found it amusing. These days, even being an extra requires sacrificing your hair.

Keep scrolling down.

"The modern workplace drama 'Dear Client' needs one featured actress to play the role of a company receptionist. Requirements: Female, 22-28 years old, sweet appearance, fluent Mandarin. Daily pay: 400 RMB. Submit your model card and a self-introduction video to apply."

The announcement was posted by "Han Jie Casting". Shen Li clicked into her WeChat Moments, which was still filled with work photos and selfies. The latest post was from today...

"I interviewed ten people today and selected two. One actor asked me why I didn't pass. It's because your self-introduction video was shot in landscape mode, which made me dizzy. Before shooting a video, make sure your phone is stable; that's part of professionalism."

The accompanying photo was a selfie of a woman in her forties, well-maintained with exquisite makeup, her eyes gentle yet sharp. The comments below were filled with phrases like "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Han," "Thank you for the advice, Sister Han," and "Sister Han, I'll definitely use a tripod next time."

Shen Li added another label to Han Jie's name: detail-oriented, even caring about whether the video is in landscape or portrait mode.

He continued scrolling down, and a new announcement made him stop.

"The period drama 'Chang'an Bookstore' needs one special guest actor to play a scholar. There will be close-ups and five lines of dialogue. Requirements: Male, 20-25 years old, refined appearance, scholarly air. Daily wage: 550 RMB. Submit your model card, self-introduction video, and period costume photo to apply. Deadline: 8 PM tomorrow."

The announcement was issued by the group owner, "Old Song Casting".

A scholar. Refined in appearance. Possesses a scholarly air. A five-line poem. Earns 550 yuan a day.

Shen Li stared at the announcement. Although he wasn't the kind of stunningly handsome man, he was clean-cut and had a youthful air about him. With a wig and period costume, he might be able to pull off the look of a scholar.

However, haste makes waste. Let's take a look at Lao Song's WeChat Moments and see what this "cold-faced but warm-hearted" casting director has been paying attention to lately.

Old Song's WeChat Moments are still filled with food photos. The one he posted last night…

"That's a wrap! Let's get some hot pot! Anyone who doesn't come is a fool!"

The accompanying picture shows a table laden with mutton, tripe, beef aorta, and mutton tail fat, all steaming from a copper pot. The comments below are lively: "Teacher Song, which restaurant is this? Send me the location!" "Old Song, you're eating here again! Last time my uric acid spiked!" "Brother Song, I'm nearby! Save me a plate of meat!"

Old Song replied to each one, his tone as warm and friendly as an old man at the alleyway entrance: "@Old Zhang, No. XX, Qianmen Street, don't go to the wrong place." "@Big Liu, if you have high uric acid, don't eat this, go back and drink some porridge." "@A Dong, come quick! The tripe is almost gone!"

I just posted a new update on WeChat Moments a few minutes ago...

"I've reviewed twenty profiles of that scholar from 'Chang'an Bookstore,' and none of them suit my taste. I'm not looking for 'handsome,' I'm looking for 'refined.' The kind of refined purity that comes from clear water and a gentle breeze, a purity that runs to the bone. These young people nowadays are all so greasy they could be used to stir-fry vegetables—where's the refinement in them?"

The accompanying picture shows a freshly brewed gaiwan tea, the tea soup emerald green, with steam rising gently.

The comments section was already flooded with messages: "Professor Song, your standards are way too high!" "Brother Song, should I let my brother give it a try? He studies classical literature." "Old Song, are you casting for a role or a son-in-law?"

Shen Li stared at the character "清" (qing), the "清" of clear water, the "清" of a gentle breeze, the "清" of purity to the very core.

He felt that his... clean-cut appearance, while not exactly handsome, certainly didn't have a "greasy" feel. A youthful air, a scholarly air—perhaps... he had a chance?

such a pity……

Shen Li exited her phone with some regret, jumped up from her chair, and hurriedly tidied up the files on the table.

The female teacher will be back in ten minutes, and I need to finish my work before she gets back.

Fingers flew across the paper, organizing files one by one, boxing them, and stacking them neatly. The movements were more than twice as fast as before, and adrenaline was surging.

The door to the archives was pushed open. A fragrant breeze wafted in.

When Shen Li returned, the same female teacher, she looked up and almost slipped off her chair.

Hua Fengyi.

Today she wore a dark green cheongsam with subtle patterns, the slit still breathtakingly high, revealing her two plump thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings as she walked.

The neckline of the cheongsam was tied neatly, but it couldn't withstand her large figure, and the fabric in front of her chest was stretched bulging, with a full curve that could be described as magnificent.

Her hair was styled in retro finger waves, her makeup was exquisite, she wore bright red lips, and her eyes had a lazy yet condescending and scrutinizing look.

Holding a document in his hand, he seemed to have come to the archives to look up something.

Shen Li quickly lowered her head, pretending to be focused on organizing the files, her heart pounding like a drum.

Damn it, I just peeked into someone's "dark history," and then the person in question showed up. What kind of melodramatic plot is this?

Hua Fengyi walked to the filing cabinet and began searching.

She flipped through the pages for a few minutes, seemingly unable to find what she was looking for, and frowned. Then, her gaze swept over Shen Li and stopped.

"You're... Shen Li from the Performing Arts Department?"

Shen Li's heart skipped a beat. Holy crap, Teacher Hua remembers him?

He quickly stood up, forcing a harmless smile onto his face: "Hello, Teacher Hua! Yes, yes, it's me. I'm here... working part-time while studying."

Hua Fengyi nodded, walked to his side, and placed the document in her hand on the table:

"Perfect timing. Could you check if the file number is wrong? I've tried looking for the file box by number, but I can't find it."

Shen Li took the document, checked the number, and then flipped through the batch of files she was currently organizing. She quickly found the problem:

"Teacher Hua, the number is correct, but the date of this file is not from the batch you are looking for. You see, this number has the prefix '88,' so it should be a file from 88. The one you have has the prefix '98.'"