Chapter 30

[Ding]

[God-level acting triggered]

[Character: Myanmar-based scam syndicate leader]

Lin Yu said nothing, offered no reply, and lowered his head, staring blankly at the script with dull eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Ning Hao’s patience had reached its limit.

"Director Ning Hao! You cannot film this script."

Lin Yu suddenly looked up, his eyes indifferent, his tone firm.

"Uh."

Ning Hao froze instantly. It wasn't that he was afraid of Lin Yu’s gaze, but rather...

During this time, Ning Hao had been researching the script and had come into contact with many survivors who had escaped from the compounds.

They had described the eyes of the scam ringleaders to Ning Hao in detail.

As a director, a required course is to draw the images in one's mind as sketches; this is what is called a film storyboard.

Based on their descriptions, Ning Hao had drawn many portraits of scam ringleaders, especially their eyes.

But just now, Ning Hao felt a bit dazed. How could Lin Yu’s eyes match the ones in his subconscious so perfectly?

"You... why do you say that?"

Ning Hao was a bit panicked now; he should have known better than to come to the appointment alone.

Usually, he was accompanied by an assistant director or an assistant, but because the matter was sudden, he had contacted Ning Hao’s agent and rushed over.

"You should have guessed it by now."

"In the entertainment industry, it’s not just Chinese people."

Lin Yu rubbed his nose and smiled faintly.

Holy crap!

At this moment, goosebumps rose all over Ning Hao’s body.

Damn it!

Anyone who couldn't figure this out now would be a fool. Lin Yu must be an artist cultivated by that side, tricking fans into traveling for free, which then naturally formed an industrial chain.

"Uh... Brother Lin, I... I... this is my first time filming this subject matter, I don't know the rules of this trade."

Ning Hao was trembling all over, stuttering as he hurriedly waved his hands.

He glanced at his surroundings—wow, why was everyone so dark? The more he looked, the more they resembled people from the Myanmar side.

I’m screwed!

He had been completely surrounded.

"So?"

"If you film this and release it, no one will come to our side anymore."

"Do you think you are more important than the whole of Myanmar?"

"There are so many directors in the world, one less doesn't matter."

Lin Yu’s tone remained steady throughout, his expression harmless, but this cold, indifferent demeanor was even more chilling than being vicious and cruel.

"Brother Lin, I’m the producer, not the director. I’ll withdraw my investment later."

"The director is called Shen Ao."

Hearing this, Ning Hao gasped, his throat bobbing.

He had to sell out the director quickly; better the monk than the temple!

He had to survive this hurdle first before thinking about anything else.

"By the way, Director, you were repairing bicycles at twenty. What do you think I should be doing?"

Lin Yu smiled, then his fingers moved toward his lower back.

Killing intent!

Director Ning Hao had been a director for half his life and had always thought this stuff was nonsense, but at this moment, he truly felt it.

The overwhelming killing intent was too intense; it was impossible to have this aura without having killed someone.

He’s pulling a gun!

I’m going to die!

I’m going to die in this coffee shop. Images of Ning Hao’s wife and child immediately swirled in his mind; the happy daily life of their family of three flashed before his eyes.

"I beg you."

"Don't... I have money, please don't."

"My son is only two and a half years old."

"Waaaaah."

Director Ning Hao felt as if he had been drained of everything; tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. This moment made him regret it—not just meeting Lin Yu, but he even regretted becoming a director.

"Waiter, here’s a tip. Thanks for the paper and pen."

Lin Yu pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his back pocket and handed it over generously.

"Director Ning, you can open it now."

Lin Yu instantly returned to the sunny, cheerful boy he was before.

Ning Hao: ???

He opened the note in his hand, and it clearly read:

[Director Ning Hao, do you think I’m suitable?]

Ning Hao: F*** you!

...................................................................................................................ps: The data is dismal, I hope the big bosses can give some flowers and votes to support me, thank you very much! ===== CHAPTER 68 =====

Although Ning Hao was very angry, it was obvious that Lin Yu was just playing with him.

But after calming down and thinking about it, this indirectly showed that Lin Yu’s acting skills were profound, even making him feel immersed.

Such an actor was truly rare; in the circle, only those veteran actors could barely reach this level.

Not only could he integrate into the role himself, but he could also lead the opposing actor into the scene.

Talent!

"You kid, you’re really vicious."

"Now I believe it; what you showed on the variety show wasn't a persona, it’s just who you are."

"Hahaha, to be honest, if you had put a little more pressure on me, I really would have peed myself."

Ning Hao laughed very candidly.

That sense of fear and helplessness was still vivid in his mind, unable to be shaken off.

"So, did you find all these people? Why are they all so dark?"

Ning Hao whispered, putting his hand to his mouth.

"Director, this is Hainan Province, the weather is so hot, it’s understandable that they’re a bit dark."

Lin Yu suddenly realized; no wonder Ning Hao still had lingering fears—it turned out there was this layer of concern.

This director really had a richer imagination than ordinary people!

"Lin Yu."

"I’ve worked with many Best Actor-level actors before."

"Huang Bo, Xu Zheng, Shen Teng, and so on."

"But I feel that none of them are as good as you."

"I don't know how you have such talent and life experience at such a young age."

Ning Hao praised him truthfully.

Why are the acting skills of today’s young idols so terrible?

The objective reason is that these people have no time to polish their acting skills; they are all chasing the immediate traffic.

Many artists even come from excellent family backgrounds and have no opportunity to come into contact with ordinary people.

A rich kid who has never ridden a bus in his life—asking him to express the embarrassment of sitting on a tricycle is a laughable thing to think about.

"Director Ning Hao, I hope you will consider it carefully." ===== CHAPTER 69 =====