[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-74":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336128,4567,"Chapter 74: Eight Culinary Traditions","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-74",74,"\u003Cp>Soon, an ambulance arrived and took the person away, accompanied by the assistant director and several crew members to the hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, filming had to continue as planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, after such an incident, the lead actor would follow the director’s suggestion and use a wire rig for one take—but this guy refused, making the director nearly quit in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun asked around and learned this lead actor was still a little fresh meat; he thought, in this day and age, are little fresh meats still popular?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment this thought crossed his mind, he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little fresh meat ran into a crew van, threw himself into the arms of an older woman, and kissed her without even closing the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun stood there dumbfounded, his worldview nearly shattered. So it wasn’t just women—men got targeted too. Thank goodness he wasn’t in this circle; otherwise, with his looks, he’d be fought over by these aunts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go find another stunt double. Three thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the director and casting director’s conversation, Qin Yun immediately pushed through the crowd and walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director, how about I give it a try?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director turned to look, his eyes lighting up at first, then narrowing in doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director, I’m an extra. I trained in martial arts before. Give me three thousand, and I’ll do the stunt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re sure?” The director looked him over and couldn’t believe it—this guy’s looks were movie-star quality; how could he possibly be an extra?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun did a clean backflip; his smooth movements made the director hesitate but slightly believe him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he remained uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Qin Yun feared the director would demand certificates and quickly added: “Just let me try. If I fail, I won’t take a cent—it won’t take much time anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director was convinced. It was already late, and if they didn’t finish this shot today, they’d be stuck indefinitely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright,” the director nodded and shouted, “Costume and makeup, over here! Action coordinator, come explain the scene!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun happily followed them along—no surprise, the three thousand was in the bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After changing clothes and getting made up, Qin Yun stood on the second floor of the inn. He didn’t need to act—just grab the sword and jump backward off the second floor. The camera would only capture the moment he flew out until he landed; the start and end would be covered by the lead actor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what a stunt double does: you take the dangerous parts, I take the face time, and we both earn hard-earned money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Props, double-check everything one last time. If there’s another problem, I’ll make you regret it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The props guy scrambled to check, drenched in sweat: “Director, everything’s fine, absolutely fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. All departments, stand by… ACTION—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the director’s command, Qin Yun took a few steps forward, then quickly retreated, slamming into the window railing before plummeting straight down, limbs flailing helplessly, then CRASH—smashing the table and landing squarely on the air cushion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cut!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director nodded in satisfaction, giving Qin Yun a thumbs-up: “Bro, awesome. Clean and precise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, thanks, Director. Three thousand deserves three thousand’s worth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director understood Qin Yun’s meaning and immediately had someone settle the payment. Qin Yun didn’t bother watching the rest of the shoot—collected his cash and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a complete outsider with no actor’s license or stunt registration—if the director was corrupt, he could’ve just kept the money. But few people would risk their reputation that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So far, Qin Yun had worked with six film crews, not only completing the system’s task but earning over ten thousand. Sometimes money came easily—back when he worked a regular job, he’d slave away overtime, barely scraping by each month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now he didn’t care much about money—and yet, it kept pouring in faster than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed the more you cared about money, the less it came; the less you cared, the more this flashy, cunning thing appeared in ever more creative ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen He had already left Hengdian yesterday. Zhao Liying and Xiao Zhan were still filming, but they’d soon be moving to outdoor locations. Qin Yun had finished his business in Jinhua and could leave anytime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yun Ge, how’s it going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several days, Lin Yao’s restaurant was fully cleaned. The kitchen equipment, tables, and chairs were already there—he’d only added a few things. After cleaning inside and out, the whole place looked bright and fresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not bad. Looks promising,” Qin Yun nodded. “Where’s Shi Lulu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Yao didn’t dare say it was because he’d refused to borrow her money again, upsetting her and keeping her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He liked Shi Lulu deeply, with a strong doormat streak, but he still had basic principles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The business license and health permit are both approved. I plan to start trial operations on Monday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun thought for a moment: “What cuisine are you good at?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Yao scratched his head: “Mainly Hunan cuisine. I know a bit about others, but I mainly trained in Hunan dishes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunan cuisine—that meant spicy food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its hallmark is spiciness: dishes like chopped pepper fish head, stir-fried chili with pork, Mao’s braised pork, and stir-fried yellow beef are all classics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s a distinctive style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other places, that might be fine, but to penetrate the film crew market, knowing just one cuisine isn’t enough. Many crews stay in Hengdian for months—if you can cater to different regional tastes, that’s a huge advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he voiced this idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Yao listened and nodded: “Yun Ge, your idea’s great, but I can’t do it. I can’t hire chefs—I’m barely scraping by. I can’t afford chefs who know multiple cuisines.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem. You handle it,” Qin Yun pointed at himself. “I’ve studied all these cuisines. I’ll give you a list. You already know Hunan cuisine. Over the next few days, I’ll teach you two home-style dishes from the other seven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Yao’s mouth slowly opened, his eyes wide with disbelief: “Yun Ge, you can cook?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun glanced at him: “Is it strange that I can cook?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cooking isn’t rare—but knowing all eight cuisines? That’s rare,” Lin Yao thought. Did Yun Ge marry Song Ya and then spend all his time studying how to win her stomach?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough nonsense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun pulled out his phone and started listing ingredients for fourteen dishes, typing as he spoke: “This way, knowing all eight cuisines becomes a selling point. When you pitch to crews, you can use it to build your reputation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll follow your lead, Yun Ge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Yao was deeply moved. Qin Yun didn’t just lend him money—he gave him advice. He’d asked many people for the ten thousand, including close friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everyone refused when he asked for ten thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t blame them, but it still stung. Compared to Qin Yun’s generosity, he felt even more that Yun Ge was truly generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the next two days, Qin Yun stayed in this tiny eatery, teaching Lin Yao how to cook step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Yao realized that even for Hunan cuisine, after cooking for over a decade, he still couldn’t match Qin Yun’s skill—or rather, he didn’t even have the right to compare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap between them was unimaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Qin Yun hadn’t said his cooking was decent, Lin Yao would’ve lost all confidence to keep going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t compare yourself to me. I could take the master chef exam right now. If you had my skills, you wouldn’t be running some shithole eatery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, someone arrived outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah Yao, Xuechang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Yao rushed out, completely missing the subtle disdain in Shi Lulu’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lulu, you’re here. How’s it going? Any progress?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Lulu nodded: “I’ve been tailing the Tianyun Mountain Legend crew, focusing on Zhao Liying and Xiao Zhan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced inside: “Where’s Xuechang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun washed his hands and stepped out of the kitchen, nodding to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah Yao, you keep working. I need to talk to Xuechang alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Yao looked uneasy, opened his mouth, but Shi Lulu glared and he fell silent, retreating back into the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun frowned: “What’s this about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Lulu nervously brushed her hair: “Um… Xuechang, I’ve started a small company with a friend. I need to borrow some money—just five ten thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her target, afraid saying ten thousand would scare him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun found it amusing. She borrowed from Su Huan, borrowed from Lin Yao—she’d probably borrowed from everyone else too, yet kept asking. No doubt, all those loans were written off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He refused without hesitation: “Sorry, I’m tight on cash right now. After lending Lin Yao ten thousand, I’ve got nothing left. Haven’t you seen me running around doing extras, earning just enough for gas home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Lulu’s expression froze. She’d expected at least some polite hesitation, maybe lending one or two thousand—but he left zero room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cursed inwardly: Running extras? Isn’t that just your little hobby? Now you’re pretending it’s for gas money? Can’t you give a better excuse?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Shi Lulu wasn’t the same person anymore. What was pride? She could shed it anytime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two thousand would be fine too, Xuechang. I can find the rest elsewhere. Please.” She put on a pitiful look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun was about to tell her to leave when his phone rang. He checked the caller ID—it was Zhao Liying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Ying Jie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin Ye, still in Hengdian?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still here. What’s up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a scene in the crew—long take, action sequence. Not yours—it’s Xiao Zhan’s. He can’t do it. The director says a stunt double can handle the whole thing, with close-ups switched in later. I thought of you. Interested?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Zhao Liying hadn’t expected him to be so direct, but she was ready: “Thirty thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done. When?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright. Send me the location. I’m on my way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hung up. Shi Lulu stared at him with a strange look. He didn’t care: “Sorry, I can’t spare two thousand, not even two yuan. Ask someone else. I’ve got to go now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called out to Lin Yao in the kitchen and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Qin Yun’s back, Shi Lulu thought she must’ve misheard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Same name? Bullshit. Director… stunt double? It’s definitely Xiao Zhan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Lulu’s eyes lit up. She felt she’d uncovered a huge secret—this Xuechang had infiltrated the entertainment industry and even knew Zhao Liying and Xiao Zhan. If she could get an introduction, she’d secure her footing in the fan-paparazzi business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xuechang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“VROOM!” The car roared to life. Shi Lulu swallowed exhaust fumes as the Land Rover vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>",1770,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8a107fe205ddf7c8d7c5d0fc8f26bb0a3e6244302c3bffa00237144abee148b2","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-75","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-73",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]