Bailang stood firm, dusted himself off, and carefully looked at his sharp attire, "Okay! Wearing a military coat, camouflage pants, and camouflage shoes, he is either a homeless person or a migrant worker!" When he touched his hair, it was long and messy, and he could still see it on his face.
After rubbing the mud off, his beard was messy, and he didn't show any heroic features at all, just dressed like a sharp guy.
"Fortunately, the clothes are still intact and not torn. That's the best." The man reached into his arms and dug around, and unexpectedly found a wallet. "What the hell, you're wearing this and you still have a fucking leather wallet?"
What's going on with this guy?" Bai Lang pinched his wallet first, and it seemed like there was something in it - Bai Lang really didn't want to make a living by robbing in this modern society.
Just like the man in the video, Bai Lang opened his wallet with a hopeful swipe, but luckily he didn't have to close his eyes in pain like that man. After opening his wallet, there were still a few pieces of red paper in it. "Oh, still.
It's really a lot. Let me count, there are one thousand two hundred yuan!" Bailang also took out his ID card, but there was no bank card.
As expected, the address on the ID card is that of a country bumpkin. He is only in his early twenties, and Bailang knows where he is now very well - because this place is the capital. He has come and gone so many times. Besides, it's not easy to see the house number.
You know, you can also tell by looking at the road that this stupid design that is hundreds of meters long without a crossing line, where else can it be found except in the capital?
Then the question comes again. Bailang doesn't necessarily have this little possessions in his body. He should have a place to live. Otherwise, why would he use a wallet? It turns out that Bailang took out a notebook from his pocket and wrote several words on it.
Name, phone number, and of course address. Bailang followed the address and found it, and found that it was a semi-basement.
This place was divided into a dozen compartments anyway, and Bai Lang seemed to live in one of them. He opened the door and found that there was only a bed, a table and a chair inside, with a total area of about seven or eight square meters.
, there is a washbasin under the bed, and there is a small shelf next to it with towels and clothes hanging on it. "What the hell? A group rents a room."
Bailang grabbed his messy hair and sighed a few times. He didn't expect to be reduced to this level. There was a mobile phone charging on the table, and the screen was actually broken. Bailang took off his clothes and pulled out the simple clothes on one side.
I found a set of clean underwear in the cupboard - it seems that my living habits are not bad, at least I can do laundry.
There are bathing places here, but they are far apart, and sometimes you have to queue up. Bailang finally waited until he had to pay to go in and take a bath - the landlord even charged money for taking a bath. Bailang washed himself clean, and of course he breathed in at the same time.
He looked at the vitality between heaven and earth - "You can't practice martial arts in this world. The vitality of heaven and earth is very active, but only innate masters can mobilize it, so beginners of martial arts cannot practice it."
Bailang sighed, and cut off his long hair with the palm of his hand. He also shaved his beard first. After washing himself, Bailang lay on the bed and began to think about what he had to rely on for a living - he really couldn't live by robbing.
, and now it seems, mainly by flipping through the pamphlet in his hand, that Bai Lang relied on side jobs to make a living before?
"No way? Are you so miserable? Do you really want to be Wang Mouqiang? Wait, this is the 10s." Bai Lang flipped through the magazine under the table. The actors on it seemed a bit specious. Those familiar names in his memory
None of them are right. So this world is not as strong as Wang, but there are also other people who have become stars from the grassroots.
Bai Lang had been relying on small partners to make a living before. It seemed that after graduating from high school and failing to get into college, he rushed to the capital and drifted to the north. "What a waste! Can't get into college?" Bai Lang cursed, flipping through the numbers on his notebook.
, at this time the phone rang, "Hey! It's five o'clock tomorrow morning! Don't forget the old place." Before Bai Lang could say anything, the phone couldn't wait to finish this sentence and hung up.
"Where is the old place? Are we still queuing up at the entrance of Beijing Film Studio to be a North Piao drifter these days? Aren't we going to Hengdian?" Bai Lang was also curious, but never mind. Anyway, Bai Lang got up at four o'clock the next morning and finished washing up.
Wearing an ordinary jacket and jeans, he could only wear camouflage shoes - he washed off the other clothes and hung them to dry.
"Such a master has to wash the clothes with his own hands! Am I the only one who is so miserable?" Bai Lang muttered in his mouth, but he was using his excellent Qinggong - in order not to shock the world, he pretended to be a long-distance runner.
, but he ran a little too fast and had too much physical energy. Bai Lang ran at a constant speed - which would be a sprint speed for ordinary people. He ran directly from the rented place to the entrance of Beiying, relying entirely on his mobile phone for navigation.
When Bai Lang went to the place, he saw that there were a lot of people, but it seemed that there weren't many people who were tall like him - in fact, it wasn't easy for someone like him to be a part-time actor, because he was too tall and strong. To be an extra, it would be better to be 1.7 meters tall.
A few, weighing about 120 kilograms, this way it will not take away the "sense of presence" from the protagonist and supporting characters.
Bai Lang knew that his presence was too strong - wasn't it because he was noticed by almost everyone as soon as he arrived? Bai Lang now has sword-shaped eyebrows, starry eyes and a nose that is as bold as a dagger. He can be called a heroic man, especially in line with the ancient male aesthetics.
For such a brave man, Bai Lang, who was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get any extras, had other ideas, "If they don't ask me to be the lead actor, they will definitely be punished to death."
Confidence is good, but the reality is not like this - what Bailang is looking at is the leader leading him. The leader knocks on his shoulder, "Shorter, shorter, too tall, people don't want you." This greasy man.
The uncle seems to be okay? He is drinking the blood of extras like them anyway, and Bailang doesn't care whether he is good or not.
Anyway, banging like this really makes a master like Bai Lang lose face. However, people like Bai Lang are also strange people. He actually shrank his body and put his hands in his sleeves like an old ruffian from the imperial city.
Bai Lang was thinking about this in his mind, but he soon thought of the curse of "Shit! You are a piece of shit!"
Thinking of that embarrassing forced smile, Bai Lang was speechless for a while, and let out a long sigh. Fortunately, he had never been in that situation - being insulted and forcing a smile to hold back tears was not what a strong man like Bai Lang could do.
I did it. Thinking about this, he was suddenly pulled into a van by the group leader, "Is work starting now?" Bailang was very surprised.
This chapter has been completed!