Chapter 745: The Wave

Bai Lang treats the people of this world like lowly chickens and dogs, and his lofty nature means he would never strike such lowly beings arbitrarily, so even when he meets a strange one, he just smiles and moves on. His present situation calls for a bit of cover—once he gets a little famous, people will start digging, and Bai Lang is very unsure whether they can uncover any issue—his current income is inexplicable.

So Bai Lang gave up the long suite, rented an old rundown place, and bought a used car with an out‑of‑town plate—Shanghai plates are too expensive, the used car doesn't have one. Bai Lang hopes this will hide something; now he's about to join a talent audition. The audition program is an open talent selection, not limited to singing or dancing, and Bai Lang, as an invitee, entered with his boxing style.

"Do you realize how big you've gotten? This whole Xingyi Boxing is a disguise of a master at the pinnacle, even just watching can greatly advance one's martial path." Bai Lang thought, for a master like him dropping his level to a very low standard is no problem—just for fun. However, this person's every move carries genuine martial intent, so whether he can conceal a bit depends on how earnest Bai Lang is.

This time Wei Yang signed a contract with him, handling his participation in the audition— the organizers did pay, but not much, and Bai Lang still has to give more than half to Wei Yang. He drove to the venue, where the program was recorded directly— it was still before the mentors appeared, and all the selected contestants performed their talents, ranked first, second, third, while also seeing if they could each attract fans.

Bai Lang could only scoff, because he saw many effeminate types—truly ambiguous in gender, men looking like women, women even emphasizing a so‑called neutral beauty. "Do you think they have muscles on their arms?" Bai Lang asked Wei Yang offhand. Wei Yang is a greasy man, a bit plump, yet his arms are fairly thick; Bai Lang thinks this guy has considerable strength for an ordinary person. countless trivialities

Wei Yang also gave a sneering smile, "The muscles are there to some extent; don't you see there are also big guys in here? I just wonder whether their heads will get bigger." Bai Lang immediately burst out laughing, "You're too nasty, saying they take massive steroids and become feminized? Don't play dumb, I'm also knowledgeable." In fact, the two were being overly vicious; the so‑called big guys' muscles were average, merely the level that ambitious men can reach after regular training and diet control.

That kind of muscle doesn't require medication… it's just that Wei Yang is rather nasty.

The host began warming up the crowd, and the audience had all taken their seats. "These count as professional viewers, right?" Bai Lang asked casually, and Wei Yang looked and said, "At least 70 % are professional viewers; the rest are ordinary people with connections." Twenty‑four people are on stage today; everyone will perform first, and later the four mentors will start selecting during their second performances. "Anyway, that's the process," Wei Yang said.

"Can I be eliminated? There should be an elimination in the first round, right?" Bai Lang said from backstage, and Wei Yang shook his head, "I know what you're thinking; give up, there's no such good thing."

"Alas, Bai, a fine young man, now has to become a performer," Bai Lang sighed, and Wei Yang looked at him sideways, "Then why did you agree in the first place?" The two had found their temperaments quite compatible, so Wei Yang spoke without reservation. Bai Lang chuckled, "I know you're just bored, but please keep it from getting out of hand; remember I still have to work and support a family, have some pity on me." Wei Yang replied.

"Don't worry, a trivial job isn't worth mentioning! As the saying goes, three years begging, never becoming emperor…" Bai Lang said that unseemly line smoothly. He was joking; if Wei Yang really lost his job because of him, Bai Lang would also throw him a few million to support his family. Money comes easily and goes quickly for Bai Lang, truly a non‑essential thing.

After the host finished warming up, he started rambling nonsense, then the first contestant took the stage, "Singing." Bai Lang looked at the young lady and muttered, "Well, I won't lie, her singing is somewhat professional." Bai Lang gave a brief comment, and Wei Yang quickly critiqued, "Let me tell you, she's actually a professional; she's from a certain performance department, only a notch below the two universities in the Capital."

After that came the interview; as he listened, Bai Lang's eyebrows twitched, "Is this selling tragedy? Or selling some persona? Oh right, there's a script beforehand, seems I also have one." Bai Lang signaled Wei Yang to hand it over, "A live broadcast is bound to have an accident." Wei Yang muttered, handed the script to Bai Lang; he was actually quite worried that this person would just go wild, which would really jeopardize his job.

Bai Lang looked at the item inside, "What the hell, just this? Have they investigated?" He thought to himself how lucky it was that in this world his parents were dead, and he started as a doomed lone star—great! "You want me, the lord, to sell tragedy?! Not a chance!" Bai Lang whispered, and Wei Yang almost fell to his knees, "Brother, brother, think of my eighty‑year‑old mother and ten‑year‑old son…" Bai Lang pulled a folded paper from his pocket and slapped Wei Yang's face.

It was ten thousand yuan; Wei Yang looked a bit stunned, so Bai Lang reached into another trouser pocket, pulled out another folded paper and slapped him back, the previous ten thousand yuan now placed in Wei Yang's hand. After the two slaps, Wei Yang took the cash and fell silent forever.

Backstage they need to change clothes and do makeup; contestants handle their own clothes, and if they lack a makeup artist, the production provides one. "Don't put anything on my face!" Bai Lang said, firmly refusing any makeup on his face; he hadn't even shaved today, his hair sticking up like a wild boar. The makeup artist kept explaining that without makeup his features would look pale under the stage lights, but Bai Lang simply ran off.

This is bound to cause a broadcast accident; if it weren't pre‑recorded it would be disastrous. Yet even the director couldn't persuade Bai Lang— they simply couldn't locate the guy, and Wei Yang said he would eventually appear, "Besides, his features are rugged and he has a big beard; whether he wears makeup or not doesn't matter."

It was Bai Lang's turn, and the guy reappeared in a flash, "Where did you go?" The director, genuinely irritated, "I came with the wind, and left with the wind…" Bai Lang sighed, the director's eyes widened, but he dared not shout— faced with that bowl‑sized fist, he was speechless.