[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-how-can-you-be-an-emperor-of-acting-without-lett":3,"chapter-how-can-you-be-an-emperor-of-acting-without-lett-how-can-you-be-an-emperor-of-acting-without-lett-chapter-41":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","How Can You Be an Emperor of Acting Without Letting Loose?",{"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},2324753,4547,"Chapter 41","how-can-you-be-an-emperor-of-acting-without-lett-chapter-41",41,"\u003Cp>Well, right off the bat, a slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear the guy’s nature was just like this—no malice intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that slap shattered the big director’s filter; Li Luo grumbled, “I’ve trained a bit, but not in Iron Shirt or Golden Bell Cover—I can’t block your Iron Sand Palm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen laughed loudly and slapped him two more times: “You’ve got a good personality—I like you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who comes to my house is a friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since you’re Xu Qing’s adopted younger brother—if you were meek, I’d look down on you. Sometimes, treating each other as equals is just fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, both of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Feihong tapped her watch and hurriedly said, “I’ve been waiting half the night—let’s get started.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo walked into the greenhouse, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help but chuckle—it was this kind of start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was elegantly decorated, with antique calligraphy and paintings everywhere, yet in the center sat a mahjong table. So Xu Qing didn’t just call him over for company business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Introducing him to Jiang Wen was secondary—the main reason was they were one player short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take a look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen didn’t sit down yet; he picked up a brown paper file folder from the side worktable and handed it to Li Luo: “All the company documents are inside. You’ve got a sharp mind, kid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks, Brother Wen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo froze, quickly opened the folder, and there, staring back at him, was a business license.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big characters printed right on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo Studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It really is easier when you’ve got connections inside—the whole thing was done in two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I’d gone through the official channels, I’d still be waiting for this flimsy piece of paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t thank me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen held his cigar, grabbed a bottle of Erguotou, and took a swig: “Thank Xu Qing. I just made a phone call—the hundred thousand yuan in actual capital was transferred by Xu Qing herself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo slapped his forehead, then looked at Xu Qing with gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d forgotten all about that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This adopted sister of his was truly going all out to help him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister Qing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clutching the folder, he said seriously, “Thank you. Once my paycheck comes in, I’ll pay you back as soon as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keep things clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t take favors and act entitled—you still have to pay your own share.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll talk about it when you have money,” Xu Qing waved dismissively, pulling out a chair and sitting down. “You mumbled something vague the other night—who exactly asked you to act?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone sat down, the mahjong tiles clattering as they shuffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong also turned to Li Luo—they were all insiders and naturally curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under their curious gazes, Li Luo gave a brief summary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Male lead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Feihong’s finger trembled; the long Great Wall she’d just built crumbled into pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wu Dun asked you to play Zhang Wuji???” Xu Qing’s jaw dropped—just two days apart, how had this magic trick happened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The look on her face made Li Luo grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d deliberately been vague earlier just to see their shocked expressions face-to-face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve dealt with Wu Dun—he’s a decent guy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen nodded, gulped down another sip of Erguotou: “To become the male lead in a wuxia drama at your age? You’ve got talent! Sixty thousand is a bit low, but you’re not getting ripped off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He himself became the male lead in a film at twenty-three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And earned endless praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he only made a passing remark—nothing like Yu Feihong’s outright envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drink less.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qing shot Jiang Wen a disapproving look: “Cigar with Erguotou? Only you could pull off something like that. You’re banned from directing anyway—use this time to practice your acting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do I still need to practice my acting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen glared, ready to complain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing it was Xu Qing speaking, he sullenly set the bottle aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last year, his film “The Devils Came” illegally entered the Cannes Film Festival—his punishment: five years without being allowed to openly direct. Now he just stayed home drinking and playing cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Play cards, play cards—don’t think about that stuff.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Feihong snapped back to attention and urged the game forward, distracting Jiang Wen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After learning the stakes, Li Luo sighed in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people weren’t gambling—mahjong was just for fun, low stakes, well within his limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group sat in the greenhouse under air conditioning, shuffling mahjong tiles with a clatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo casually discarded a One Dot, glanced around, and marveled—life was truly strange. Just last year, he’d been running through wind and rain, living in a tiny room in Hengdian as an extra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, barely over a year later,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he’d become a student at Beijing Film Academy, and was playing mahjong with Xu Qing, Jiang Wen, and Yu Feihong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From evening into deep night,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the mahjong game raged on, dizzying and chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen got drunk and kept losing tiles; Li Luo sipped his small beer, happily winning hands with Xu Qing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Yu Feihong barely held onto her chips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen shoved the tiles aside, stood up red-faced, and staggered toward the main house: “Find your own rooms to sleep in—I need to recover.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he swayed, the main house door slammed shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ignore him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qing happily counted her money and smiled at Li Luo: “There’s no formality here—sleep in the left room on the east side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sliver of her slender waist was exposed, her skin looking soft and fair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m tired.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing his suspicious gaze, she quickly lowered her hand, picked up the remaining half-cup of red wine, and walked outside: “Rest. Sleep. Don’t bother me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like she was talking to herself, but it was clearly telling Li Luo not to get any ideas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head with a quiet laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going to bed too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Feihong rubbed her eyes, stood up unsteadily—though she’d only sipped red wine occasionally, hours of it had still gone to her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo didn’t feel like driving back—he’d just sleep here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finished the remaining beer, cleaned up the greenhouse, then turned off the lights and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a cold shower,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo, who’d been slightly drowsy, now felt wide awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t sleep lying down, so he lit the extinguished cigar and wandered into the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything around had grown quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight spilled over the yard; insect chirps echoed now and then. A night breeze blew in, instantly cooling his whole body. He inhaled the cigar smoke contentedly, watching the mist drift away on the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Sihe Academy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was truly comfortable to live in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After murmuring this thought, his gaze suddenly fixed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed the door of the opposite side room was only half-closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’d easily miss it if you weren’t paying attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d said one thing, but her body was honest—she’d even left a crack in the door. If he didn’t go over, it might seem rude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled, scratched his chin, and crushed the cigar firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>",1170,"2026-06-20T17:17:01.025Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bcad2938496d9387d0b47866aa7327530c98e7d42bca131d546c7e2f302927dd","how-can-you-be-an-emperor-of-acting-without-lett-chapter-42","how-can-you-be-an-emperor-of-acting-without-lett-chapter-40",461,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-can-you-be-an-emperor-of-acting-without-lett-cover.jpg"]