The other end of the phone said coldly: "9-bed family member, your mother's condition has become serious again. When will you come over and pay the arrears of treatment fees?"
Meng Jiao clutched the phone tightly, her eyes red when she turned around.
I wanted to cry, but I tried my best to hold it back.
My mother has been directly admitted to the intensive care unit since the disaster.
Treatment fees, recuperation fees, medicine fees, and various other expenses add up to nearly a thousand yuan a day.
In one month, it’s more than 30,000 yuan!
She had never taken this amount of money seriously before.
But right now, the figures are astronomical!
Meng Jiao is not worried about herself. Even if she really doesn't work, she can always find a job that can support her if she works hard, is tired, and saves money.
But what should the mother do?
...
There were many people outside the audition room of the "Gods" crew.
There was a long line of actors, men, women, old and young. Some wanted to become famous overnight, and some wanted to get rich overnight.
Meng Jiao was among the crowd. Her idea was very simple, as long as she could guarantee 30,000 yuan a month.
If it wasn't enough, she would think of other ways.
Or you can find an ordinary part-time job, which can always make up for the gaps.
So Meng Jiao had made up her mind before coming.
She is willing to take on any kind of scenes, whether it's a walk-on role, a stand-in, or a fighting scene. In short, she will definitely join the cast this time.
Because if she doesn't start working again, she will have no choice but to sell her body.
When she thought of that situation, Meng Jiao subconsciously tightened her collar and her lips gradually turned pale.
Soon, a staff member came to collect the information form.
Seeing Meng Jiao's information, the man was stunned for a moment and said, "Hey, students from the Chinese Opera majors, your class produced quite a few stars."
Meng Jiao smiled awkwardly, "It's troublesome."
That person was not surprised. The entertainment industry is so cruel. Not everyone can succeed despite starting from the same starting point.
Some of the graduates of the same class have become first-line celebrities, while others are still doing small jobs. It is perfectly normal.
But after all, I graduated from Chinese Opera, so in this case, my luck is extremely bad and I have acted in several dramas but not become popular.
Either he is very unpopular, or else he would never come here to compete with the extras for jobs.
Without asking any further questions, he put Meng Jiao's information at the top, "Okay, I'll recommend it to you with the assistant director and try to give you a chance."
Meng Jiao said with sincere gratitude: "Thank you, thank you!"
...
Zhao Dong also came to the crew.
Although he was standing far away, he still saw Meng Jiao standing out from the crowd at a glance.
Deliberately avoiding it, he found a crew member and said, "Hello, I want to meet Director Sun!"
The man looked Zhao Dong up and down and vaguely guessed his purpose.
Judging by what he was wearing, he probably wasn't a group performer, but most likely just for relationship building.
Now the crew is finalizing the actors, and there are countless connections coming to our door every day, and everyone wants to meet Director Sun.
But Director Sun gave up his words long ago, and no matter who it was, he disappeared!
He ignored him and waved his hand: "Director Sun is busy and I can't see him."
Zhao Dong stopped him and said, "Then tell me where Director Sun is, and I will go find him myself."
The man curled his lips and said, "Who do you think you are? Is it you who meets Director Sun whenever you want?"
Zhao Dong took out a red envelope and stuffed it into it, "Well, tell Director Sun, my name is Zhao Dong, I'm in trouble."
The man hesitated for a moment, "I can bring it to you, but I can't guarantee whether Director Sun will see you or not!"
Zhao Dong nodded, "It doesn't matter, you just need to mention my name."