[{"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-95":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},2324807,4547,"Chapter 95: Sentiment Is Priceless","how-can-you-be-an-emperor-of-acting-without-lett-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>After finishing that day’s classes, Li Luo received an unexpected phone call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pack up your things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurried toward the school’s side gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, he saw a guy crouching by the roadside, his slightly rustic clothing out of place amid the surroundings; he exhaled cold breath, and two white cloth sacks rested beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were bulging full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Baoqiang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo called out loudly and strode over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lo-ge~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baoqiang quickly stood up; seeing Li Luo in his long black trench coat, upright and composed, he flashed a wide row of white teeth, then nervously adjusted his clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the other’s polished appearance, he felt inferior and somewhat embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finished filming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo stepped in front of him and gave the kid a solid hug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His palm slapped against the back with a thump-thump sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s been months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d grown even darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, filming Blind Well took a heavy toll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Luo was still the same as before, Baoqiang beamed with narrowed eyes: “I even went back home to do some work—oh, Lo-ge, I brought you something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting go, Baoqiang crouched down again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Homegrown millet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the first sack and cupped out golden grains: “Everyone’s into organic food these days—guaranteed natural, tastes amazing cooked into porridge. I carried sixty jin for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the second sack and grabbed a handful of bright red fruits:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Red dates—sweet!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder he was sweating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, these two sacks weighed nearly a hundred jin—he must’ve gone through hell bringing them from his rural hometown to Beijing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo crouched down too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a shriveled red date from Baoqiang’s hand and tossed it straight into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chewy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aroma of date filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sweet!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Baoqiang’s hopeful gaze, he gave a thumbs-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flavor was already perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add to that the sentiment behind it, and it couldn’t possibly taste bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed another red date into his mouth, rolled up the cloth sacks, and flung them over his shoulder: “First, take these home, then we’ll eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two sacks might not be worth much money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they felt heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sentiment is priceless!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baoqiang hefted the millet and cheerfully followed Li Luo toward Beiying Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy kept talking about his filming experience on Blind Well—how he nearly panicked during the intimate scene shot in a hair salon, making Li Luo burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that scene really was amusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So soft, so tender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add Baoqiang’s shy, flustered reaction during the filming, and the impact was intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never had the chance to film such an intimate scene—wonder what it’d feel like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted their way up the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the apartment, Baoqiang didn’t know where to put his hands or feet—he’d never seen such a luxurious interior; he took the can of cola Li Luo handed him and stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sit down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo put the sacks in the kitchen, saw his discomfort, and waved him off with a smile: “Things are made to be used—what’s there to be afraid of?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lo-ge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baoqiang opened the cola and took a quick sip: “You live like it’s a palace in the heavens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came from sleeping on bunk beds in Hengdian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how tense he was, Li Luo urged him outside: “You’re the lead actor in a movie—have some confidence! Come on, you look exhausted—let’s go eat pork knuckle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That doesn’t count.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words “movie lead actor” made Baoqiang wave his hands frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That movie—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had zero confidence in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the door,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he visibly relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Li Luo’s guidance, they found a Northeastern-style eatery; as soon as they entered, they ordered braised pork knuckle with pickled cabbage, didn’t miss the soy-braised bones, and Baoqiang’s mouth watered at the sight of fried pork slices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, they added a pot of slaughterhouse stew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke curled gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pink, tender blood sausage quivered on top, making Li Luo’s appetite surge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For filling your belly, these dishes were the most substantial, with generous portions—four hearty dishes plus a bottle of baijiu cost just over a hundred yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the owner hadn’t insisted they couldn’t finish it all, Li Luo would’ve ordered more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this homely setting, Baoqiang grew completely at ease; they sipped small shots of liquor to ward off winter’s chill, each grabbing a soy-braised bone to gnaw on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither held back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Li Luo bite into a big chunk of tendons, Baoqiang poured more wine: “Feels just like when we ate boxed meals on set.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boxed meals on set weren’t this good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sucking out the marrow, Li Luo tossed the clean bone aside: “What are your plans now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What plans could he have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just keep hanging around Beiyingchang, keep auditioning for extras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before success arrives, there’s mostly confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baoqiang isn’t Li Luo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doesn’t know what effect Blind Well will have—he’ll keep doing what he did before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People—filling their stomachs comes first!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baoqiang didn’t come today to ask Li Luo for help finding roles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They occasionally text each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Li Luo wasn’t filming now; he came just to deliver some local specialties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just to meet up, chat a bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this bustling little eatery, they chatted about everything under the sun, sipping liquor and chewing meat, finishing every single dish on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Putting down his chopsticks, Li Luo teased Baoqiang: “Want to go somewhere and have some fun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He meant\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Blind Well scene they’d just talked about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baoqiang reacted instantly, speaking earnestly in his rural accent: “I’m already too ashamed to face anyone after last time—if you want to do it again, I’d rather die!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then burst out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby diners stared, baffled—thought they’d stumbled upon fools!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating their fill, Li Luo saw Baoqiang onto a taxi, forced him to take the fare, slammed the door shut, waved at the taxi steaming away, then walked home with a light, relaxed step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ring~~~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The urgent phone ring halted his steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wu Zong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You came to Beijing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great, where are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m on my way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed the Nokia in the air and strode toward Beiying Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait for the taxi driver to return the change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo carried the items in his hands, walked up the steps amid the puzzled glances of passersby, and entered the brightly lit building directly ahead, taking the elevator straight to Wu Dun’s Beijing branch office floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elevator doors opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing that met his eyes was the beautiful female receptionist seated behind the front desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Zhang Long, amusing himself nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dragon Brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a loud greeting, Li Luo stepped out of the elevator: “Why didn’t you call ahead when you came back to Beijing? I could’ve hosted you properly—how about we go out for drinks tonight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I went to Wandao, everyone treated me exceptionally well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though that was for work purposes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Li Luo felt he should arrange something in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re trying to play host now, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Long spat out his betel nut and laughed heartily as he pulled Li Luo into a bear hug: “When I was running around Beijing, you were still an extra on the Hengdian set—so even if we go out for drinks, it’s not your turn to pay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Long clapped him on the shoulder: “I’ve got some news for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be that you broke through Level Six?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he followed Zhang Long inside, Li Luo quickly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since receiving Jia Jing’s text yesterday, he’d heard nothing—and he couldn’t help feeling hopeful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s news, yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Long paused slightly, shaking his head: “Not good news. For certain reasons, the broadcast of Wandao has been shut down. It’ll have to be re-aired later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo was bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had only been on air for a short while—he was just waiting to see the final result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Long didn’t know all the details, so he vaguely attributed it to policy issues, then led him to push open Wu Dun’s office door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What met his eyes was a spacious reception area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Further inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several money trees were scattered around the desk, and from that spot, one could overlook Beijing’s night skyline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside it was a miniature golf course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Dun, portly and relaxed, gently swung his club; the white ball rolled forward smoothly and dropped neatly into the hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two men standing nearby clapped lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your technique hasn’t rusted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s have a proper match later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Wu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Long reminded him, then gestured for Li Luo to enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quietly slipped out of the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And closed the door behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Luo,” Wu Dun put down his club and removed his golf glove: “Come in, come in—I’d like to introduce you to two friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Luo unsure where to place the bag, he pointed to a nearby coffee table: “Just put it there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A local specialty from my hometown.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo placed the two bags on the table and patted them gently: “Just some millet and red dates grown in the countryside. Boss Wu, you eat too much rich food—these will help soothe your stomach.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With outsiders present, he used formal address.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was merely passing along a gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some things ordinary in the countryside seemed novel to certain people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, Wu Dun immediately became interested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many people gave him expensive gifts, but no one had ever shown up with farm produce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gesture meant something special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two men also found it intriguing and followed Wu Dun forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo opened the bags and scooped up a handful of bright red dried dates, holding them out to the group. Wang Baoqiang’s gift was thoughtful—each date was large and perfectly cleaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint, sweet date fragrance drifted through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald man picked up a date, placed it in his mouth, and chewed slowly, savoring its soft, fragrant texture: “I haven’t had such good dried dates in years—Old Wu, can you spare me some?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These men never lacked for rare delicacies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, they were tired of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure, rustic farm products like these were rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three tossed dried dates into their mouths, cleansing the greasy residue of the business banquet, then spotted Li Luo’s golden millet cascading like a waterfall—immediately intrigued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was exactly the rustic feel they wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure, take all of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Dun spat out the date pit and laughed heartily, thoroughly pleased with Li Luo’s gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering the serious matter at hand, he waved to the two beside him: “Li Luo, let me introduce you to two friends. This is Ma Zhongjun from Ciwen Media.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nice to meet you, Manager Ma.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo bowed slightly and shook the bald man’s outstretched hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pleased to meet you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was short, with a face and build resembling B-Ge from The Young and Dangerous—but his aura was extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, introductions included titles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But introducing someone simply by company and name meant they could represent the company directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Physician Yangguang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Dun continued, pointing to the man with glasses: “Mr. Li Si.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nice to meet you, Manager Li.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo greeted him warmly in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since entering, he’d been sizing them up—both their height and appearance were impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unconventional farm gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had already won him goodwill from Ma Zhongjun and Li Si.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His high charisma of 73 points ensured everyone formed a favorable first impression—overall, he radiated warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Luo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Si studied his build and face with satisfaction, then asked: “Do you play golf?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused briefly, then smiled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I can learn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Si smiled again, turning to Wu Dun: “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go play!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without much explanation,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo followed them straight to the outskirts of Beijing. He’d wondered why they’d play golf at night—until they arrived at a golf practice range, and he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bright white lights illuminated the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above, massive nets covered the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of golf balls striking echoed constantly as each small ball shot upward with a trail of motion, hurtling toward the high net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place existed for people to satisfy their urge to play at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On another level, it was a social venue with athletic overtones—in 2002, playing golf while discussing business was considered highly prestigious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The identities of the two men were unclear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Luo guessed they were involved in the film and television industry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their intentions were unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only respond as situations arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group climbed the stairs upward; Ma Zhongjun spoke first, waving to claim the largest private room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the room, Li Luo’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wall facing the high net was completely open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The view was unobstructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were five full golf practice stations, each spaced apart—enough to focus on one’s swing without interrupting conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cocktails and fruits were served as if they were free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, come on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Zhongjun raised his glass first: “Thank you, Wu Zong, for hosting us in Taipei yesterday; today is our return gesture.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Luo is meeting everyone for the first time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s all drink up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Ma Zong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Luo picked up a glass and drank it down with everyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he set down his glass than the private room door opened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several beautiful training partners entered, wearing black pleated skirts and white crop tops; the skirts barely covered their full buttocks, and the crop tops were stretched to bursting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweet greetings poured in endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each girl’s face beamed with youthful smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of sport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell wouldn’t love it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least Li Luo, right now, was deeply in love with it!\u003C\u002Fp>",2301,"2026-06-20T17:17:01.025Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0230845cea164dc6ea32cfd5c64c51146efa34ded010d3f9db3a0ef8a5db7063","how-can-you-be-an-emperor-of-acting-without-lett-chapter-96","how-can-you-be-an-emperor-of-acting-without-lett-chapter-94",461,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-can-you-be-an-emperor-of-acting-without-lett-cover.jpg"]