Volume 8 Final Chapter Chapter 1143 My Name is Not Baozi
After dinner, Nan Yi took Miao Xiaolan to Wansheng Street in the town center, strolled around for a while, and then walked to Nanhe No. 1 on Wansheng South Street. He looked around outside for a while, took a look at the surrounding environment, and then entered the community to look at the greenery.
Twenty minutes later, Nan Yi went to a small supermarket to buy two packs of cigarettes and chatted with the security guard at the gate of the community. They talked about everything under the sun, and then changed the topic to things related to the community. He found out what he wanted to know and learned that the sales office was still open, so he went to the sales office to talk to the sales lady.
Nan Yi had a panoramic view of the entire town's real estate structure during the day. Wansheng South Street is a prime real estate location. Nanhe No. 1 is built along the river, making it convenient to get around, and the floor area ratio is also excellent.
I followed the sales lady to the model apartment and took a look. It was a three-bedroom apartment with one elevator and two households, 147 square meters, with a good house ratio. The property type was an apartment, and the various supporting services were OK...
After looking at the house carefully, Nan Yi took the sales lady's business card and did not tell her her mobile phone number. The sales lady must have been unhappy about it, but what she didn't know was that she was lucky.
As the saying goes, a thief never leaves empty-handed. When he came to Hengdian and saw the opportunity to make money, Nan Yi would definitely not let it go. He planned to buy dozens of houses in Nanhe No. 1 and build a company that provides privacy and security services, providing private accommodation, personal safety protection and anti-paparazzi services to the celebrities who often came to Hengdian to film.
From simple private accommodation with a monthly fee of 15,000 yuan to comprehensive VIP services with a monthly fee of 200,000 yuan, the service will be provided. As long as you choose the VIP service, except for illegal acts, you can do anything else such as one-on-one or one-on-two or three-on-three. If the paparazzi takes pictures, the company will compensate you.
Of course, if the noise is too loud or you are looking for death, you will have to pay an additional fee that exceeds the scope of service; if you deliberately create a scandal, the cost will have to be carefully calculated, including how to cooperate, to what extent, whether to cover the aftermath, etc. Each item will have to be charged separately.
Money needs to be made, and retired personnel who perform self-defense need to be resettled. Many of them have become accustomed to the security lifestyle and do not want to change after retirement, so the only option is to create more low-intensity security jobs, and the income cannot be too low.
The model in the gap that Nan Yi is considering is more in line with the needs.
As for celebrities, they have high incomes, can afford the fees, and are relatively easy to work with, so they are not difficult to deal with as clients.
Anyone who dares to be difficult can try it. There is no need to use force to pressure others. Just guess for yourself whether the shit in your crotch is still accumulated. Shit will not disappear, it will only move and exist in another form.
I went back to the street and found a stall selling buckwheat mice. I ordered two bowls of buckwheat mice to clean up the dirt in my intestines (to cleanse the stomach). Then I went to the stall next door and bought two steamed buns with stewed meat. I picked them carefully and chose two pieces of lean stewed meat. Unfortunately, there were no bamboo shoots, so it was always a little lacking.
Seeing that they were selling six-grain cakes (corn cakes), Nan Yi bought two more cakes. He sat on the stall which was covered with a simple shed and exposed to the wind on all sides. He felt very comfortable while enjoying the cool breeze, eating warm food and watching the travelers coming and going.
Nan Yi was enjoying himself, but not far away, a little girl who looked upset was walking towards him.
The girl is tall, about 157cm tall. If she becomes famous in the future, she can write 165cm on her profile card. As long as she likes to wear insoles or high heels, it's okay to fool around. She has a round face and looks like a steamed bun, and it has to be a vegetable and mushroom bun. She pouts and files her short legs every few steps. She must be worried.
The girl's name is Zhao Qing'er. She is from the north. Last year, she quit her job and participated in a less popular competition. She won the championship and was signed by Wang Media to join the actor pool. As a result, when editing promotional materials, the number of actors in Wang Media increased by one, making it look better.
Zhao Qing'er is just a statistical number. Wang Media did not give her any resources, let alone an agent. She only had a basic salary equivalent to that of a sanitation worker. Oh, the sanitation worker was in brackets, and the brackets said: temporary worker for a sanitation outsourcing company, low salary, no social security, and no labor relationship with the sanitation department.
The girl stayed there for a few months, and went from excitement to dumbfounded, and even doubted her life. This was completely contrary to what she had imagined, and the world shouldn't be like this. After being confused for a while, she didn't want to waste her time there, so she bought a ticket and went south to Hengdian, where she began her career as a supporting actress.
The term "dragon role" is actually wrong. To be more specific, it should be called "da te".
Hengpiao refers to extras, which are further divided into the lowest level of "masses", who have no lines, no shots, and act as background boards; the middle level of "group specials", who need to have a slightly better image and have height requirements; the higher level is the "specials", which are divided into "small specials", "medium specials" and "big specials", and have a small number of lines and shots.
Da Te usually plays the role of a servant next to the protagonist, and is given a few lines. He usually appears several times and can earn between two and three hundred yuan a day.
Although this income is not bad, the work is uncertain. There may be less than thirty days of work a year. A few thousand dollars is used to rent a house to make a living, and to take good care of yourself. If you want to move up, you will inevitably have to treat people to dinner and karaoke often. The money is definitely not enough to make ends meet, and there is no good way to improve the situation.
Being a special guest is a symbol of status. There is an unwritten rule in Hengdian that special guests cannot go back to being a crowd player. It will lose value. It really will. Once they go back to being a crowd player, the value of a special guest is gone. No crew will look for a special guest who can go back to being a crowd player. Since they are a crowd player, they are a crowd player.
For special agents, it’s not that they don’t want to earn the money, but they wonder how others will view them if they continue to visit the masses in their current capacity.
There are also some special guests who go to night markets to set up stalls to sell clothes, accessories, etc. to subsidize their living expenses, but this method is very risky. Once the group director or assistant director of the crew finds out, they probably won't be able to film in the future.
In their view, if an actor regards acting as his lifelong career, he will not do things that are not related to his profession. If there is no filming, he can practice the basic lines at home to hone his acting skills. Therefore, many special agents have to grit their teeth and persevere even if they have no money to eat.
Of course, this reason is reasonable, but those who use it may not use it in the right way. Usually this reason is used to pave the way for unspoken rules.
A special guest is theoretically an actor, but in reality he is a marginal figure in the film and television industry. He has to maintain his status and look forward to the unattainable dream of becoming a star, while also finding a way to support himself, and this method cannot be too public.
So, every night when night falls, a group of mysterious people will appear on the romantic three streets, bathed in pink lights, inviting passers-by who are wandering back and forth and lacking a bit of courage to play games together.
Zhao Qing'er was better off than the average special agent, as she had a company and a basic salary, but she also could not escape the dilemma of not making enough money. At this moment, there was only a fifty-cent steel-core copper-plated coin left in her left pocket, and her stomach was growling. In her right pocket was a business card, a business card that opened the door to depravity. As long as she dialed the number on it, she would be in the outer circle in an instant.
He touched his stomach through his cotton-padded jacket with his left hand to make it feel more comfortable. He opened his mouth and took two gulps of northwest wind. His mouth was too small, so he couldn't take in much at one breath, and a lot went out through his nose.
Eating northwest wind could not fill her stomach, so Zhao Qing'er clenched her right hand a little tighter. In her palm, she held a fighter jet among mobile phones, Bird Woman's Heart. It was an outdated style, but it looked very beautiful. She fell in love with it at first sight.
Zhao Qing'er raised her right hand and glanced at the phone in her hand, muttering, "How much can I get if I pawn it?"
Immediately, she shook off the random thoughts in her mind and firmly put her phone back into her pocket. Without her phone, the crew would not be able to notify her if there was work to do. Basically, she could say goodbye to her career as a special guest.
She reached her hand into her pocket and touched the business card. Her heart was shocked. She rubbed it, picked it up, and put it down. After several struggles, she finally put the business card down. She pulled her hand out of her pocket, raised her head and looked at the food stalls lined up on the side. Saliva instantly secreted in her mouth, and her eyes were staring at a steamed bun with warm meat.
“Isn’t it delicious?”
"The braised meat is good, cooked very well and well-flavored." Nan Yi stuffed one-third of the steamed bun and braised meat into his mouth, took a bite to taste it, and then praised it.
Miao Xiaolan took a bite and said, "The meat is delicious, but the steamed buns are too soft and not filling enough."
"This steamed bun was not originally a staple food, and was not originally meant for human consumption. It evolved from the steamed buns and square meat used in the ancestor worship method advocated by Confucius. It can be seen in ancestor worship and banquets here." Nan Yi said, and took another bite, putting half of the word "Fu" on the steamed bun into his mouth.
He put the steamed bun into his throat, picked up a mouse (buckwheat lump) and put it into his mouth. When he raised his head to chew, his eyes met Zhao Qing'er. Her infatuated eyes, her opening and closing mouth 's apple all proved that she was eyeing Nan Yi's food greedily.
Just now, Nan Yi had glared away two men who were also eyeing the food, so it was not surprising to see a little girl again. Going hungry was their own choice, and he respected that and had no intention of tarnishing their pursuit.
However, acquaintances are an exception, even if they are one-sided.
Nan Yi stretched out his index finger and pointed at Zhao Qing'er. When the other party pointed at his forehead, he changed his gesture into a sign and nodded when the other party confirmed it again.
Zhao Qing'er understood Nan Yi's gesture and knew that the other party was inviting her over. She tried to recognize Nan Yi's face, but could not remember when and where she had seen him. This person should be a stranger, but why did he call her?
After hesitating and struggling for a while, thinking that the other party might treat her to a meal, she could no longer stand still and moved forward step by step without her control.
After a while, he timidly came to the folding table and asked softly, "Sir, are you calling me?"
"Yes, please. Are you selling buns?"
"I don't sell buns." Zhao Qing'er said, suppressing her displeasure.
Her harmless physical features were always the subject of constant jokes by people around her. Zhao Qing'er had developed a conditioned reflex to the word "baozi" and would become angry whenever she heard it.
"You don't sell buns? Then hum a Fable for me and I'll treat you to barbecued pork buns."
Swish!
Zhao Qing'er's cheeks turned red, and she stammered, "You, you know me?"
Nan Yi chuckled, "I guess we know each other. I heard that you signed with Wang Media and even signed with the company. How did you end up starving?"
Hearing this, Zhao Qing'er felt shy and ashamed again. It took her a while to come back to her senses, and she stammered and couldn't utter a word.
Seeing the little girl's situation, Nan Yi stopped teasing her and said, "Please sit down. I'll treat you to a meal."
Zhao Qing'er hesitated for a while, but the desire to fill her stomach overcame her face. She took a step forward, bent down and pulled the plastic stool out a distance, then sat down with her head down, looking at the table.
"How many meals have you missed?"
"One day." The voice was as soft as a mosquito.
"Eating too much buckwheat can hurt your stomach. I'll order you half a bowl of buckwheat mice. Fill your stomach first. I'll take you to complete the game and eat all the food on this street later."
"Your voice is so warm." Zhao Qing'er murmured, and then whispered, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Let me first clarify that you have a chubby face, no breasts or buttocks, are short, and look skinny, like a piece of paper. As an actor, you look okay after being magnified by the camera, but as a woman... Never mind, let's not mention it, it's a bit hurtful. So, keep your guard up, but don't worry too much. If I'm not drunk, I probably, possibly, definitely won't have any thoughts about you."
"My dear grandson, your words are so harsh."
Zhao Qing'er couldn't help but complain in her heart, but her worries were reduced a little. At the same time, her initial impression of Uncle Nan Yinuan became vague.
Nan Yi was not just talking, he really had no "sexual" interest in Zhao Qing'er. In his identification system, Zhao Qing'er was classified as a child, and her attributes were very stable. It was unlikely that she would be reclassified before India lifted the World Cup.
