Chapter 62: Old Ling's Recommendation, Talent Agency (Seeking Collections, Seeking Recommendations)

Night, hotel.

Guests feasting, rising and sitting in clamor, cups clashing in a toast, what a lively scene.

Filming done, of course a group meal to celebrate.

Unlike last time when not a single bottle of wine was served, this time Director Lin was generous, bringing out plenty of wine, and serving big fish and meat nonstop.

Qiu Chixuan's eyes lit up bright, directly switching to banquet mode, starting a revenge-fueled feast.

Chi Shuai wanted to talk and chat with her, but Qiu Chixuan's cheeks were puffed out, speech muffled, plus her poor Chinese made effective communication impossible.

Chi Shuai could only slink away dejectedly.

He could tell the South Korean beauty's love for food far exceeded any interest in him.

Chi Shuai felt a bit of regret; if he hadn't gone all out chasing foreign beauties before, but saved some energy to pursue Hong Kong Island beauties, things might have been different.

Thinking this, he glanced at Li Caihua not far away.

Li Caihua didn't notice Chi Shuai's gaze; she was looking at Qi Hui.

She held a stemmed red wine glass, her gaze carrying a hint of grievance, feeling somewhat uncomfortable inside.

Qi Hui, besides acting, had never spoken a single word to her, as if she were a cannibal.

And Qi Hui paid no attention to Li Caihua either; instead, he drank with Lei Jiayin, the two constantly clinking glasses like a pair of drinking buddies.

"Old Lei, you really don't need me as your best man at your wedding?" Qi Hui laughed heartily, raising his cup to toast.

"No need, too much trouble," Lei Jiayin refused repeatedly: "Just come to drink; please, don't be polite with me!"

Only a fool would ask Qi Hui to be his best man!

Qi Hui pressed on relentlessly: "What trouble is there..."

"Yo? Director, come on, let's have a drink!" Lei Jiayin quickly changed the subject, raising his glass to toast Director Lin.

"Haha... come, let's have a drink," Director Lin said in good spirits, laughing heartily as he raised his glass toward Qi Hui and Lei Jiayin.

Ding~

【Host has contacted Director Lin Tianyi, obtaining one draw opportunity. Draw now?】

Qi Hui paused slightly; why was the draw coming only now?

Has the system gone crazy?

"Draw!" Qi Hui thought silently; soon, the system gave its feedback:

【Congratulations, Host has obtained skill: TV Drama Filming】

Something good... Qi Hui felt a stir in his heart; finally, something proper has arrived.

"Come on, let's have a drink!" Qi Hui laughed heartily, full of excitement.

"Rare for you young man to let loose," Director Lin smiled; of course, he knew Qi Hui had been persisting with fitness.

"Oh, by the way, remember to save me some schedule," Director Lin suddenly said.

"Ah?" Qi Hui was stunned.

Director Lin's mouth twitched: "You forgot, I told you I'd give you a supporting role."

"Oh, right, right," Qi Hui nodded repeatedly; he had truly forgotten, the play about the Living Buddha Jigong.

Nearby, many cast members cast glances, some complex; their next play wasn't even secured yet, and Qi Hui already had a role?

Sigh... truly enviable!

Several others rolled their eyes, planning to find a chance to chat privately with Director Lin; perhaps they could snag a role.

If Qi Hui can, there's no reason I can't, right?

After three rounds of wine and five courses of dishes, this gathering quickly reached its end.

The executive director, bitterly, helped prop people into cars, sending them one by one back to the hotel before feeling at ease.

Tonight, Director Lin was drunk, Qi Hui and Lei Jiayin were drunk; only some female actors who didn't drink remained sober.

Li Caihua wanted to help, to take Qi Hui back to the hotel.

But Qi Hui and Lei Jiayin hugged each other like biological brothers, inseparable.

Li Caihua could only gaze deeply, helplessly, watching Qi Hui depart.

"Tsk... I say, Qi Hui, your heart is truly hard," Lei Jiayin clicked his tongue in the car: "If it were me, I'd have given in long ago."

"I recorded it," Qi Hui pulled out his phone, sneering: "I'll play it at your wedding on your wedding day."

Apart from slightly flushed faces, where was any sign of these two being drunk?

Hearing this, Lei Jiayin's face turned somewhat black: "You guy..."

"Seriously, you have no feelings for Li Caihua?" Lei Jiayin continued asking.

"No," Qi Hui shrugged: "I'm not sure if she hasn't gotten out of character yet, or already has, but is just too proud to give up."

"Anyway, her feelings for me are fake; I can't possibly reciprocate seriously."

Lei Jiayin shook his head: "If I were you, she should have been on maternity leave long ago."

"Hehe..." Qi Hui remained unmoved: "The deeper the entanglement, the greater the trouble."

Don't look at the poor atmosphere now and in the coming few years; the authorities will soon tighten restrictions.

Fooling around will only harm oneself.

And... the entertainment circle has a bunch of people called Discipline Inspection Committee members, like the Wanda Young Master, like the number one paparazzo Zhuo Wei.

Safety is most important... He, Qi Hui, is a civil engineer; he isn't skilled in the entertainment circle's ways of sensual indulgence and debauchery; living simply and honestly suits me better.

Lei Jiayin couldn't help but sigh: "You really are clear and distinct, perfectly clear..."

The next morning.

Qi Hui came out of Lei Jiayin's room, returned to his own room to pack, preparing to leave.

To prevent Li Caihua from causing trouble, he slept with Lei Jiayin all night.

The further along it gets, the less one can relax vigilance.

However, as soon as he reached the corridor, he saw Director Lin smoking.

"Yo? Director Lin?" Qi Hui asked in surprise, "Not sleep a bit more?"

"Getting old, sleep is poor," Director Lin said while smoking.

Before, when filming wasn't finished, he worked himself to death, thinking that once it was done he'd feel a weight lifted and sleep well.

As it turned out, the weight was lifted, but he didn't sleep; when that time came to get up, he got up anyway.

"You've come at just the right time, wait for me here." Having spoken, he went back to his room with a cigarette in his mouth.

Qi Hui was somewhat dazed, but Director Lin didn't keep Qi Hui waiting long and came out very quickly.

"Come, the producer told me about it, here's a red envelope for you."

"No, no, no... how can this be done?" Qi Hui's face changed drastically; he repeatedly refused while simultaneously reaching out and snatching the red envelope.

The feel was very familiar, the meaning not great, probably just a few tens of thousands at most; any more and the red envelope wouldn't hold it.

One couldn't possibly carry money like Wang Duoyu, dragging cash as if it were a slab of pork belly, could one?

"This is what we agreed on; your previous salary..." Director Lin glared, intending to intimidate Qi Hui into giving it back, but unexpectedly his hand went empty; the red envelope was already in Qi Hui's hand.

Director Lin: "..."

Why is this kid so practiced? Just like a corrupt official!

"Goodbye, Director Lin," Qi Hui said with a beaming smile, "Notify me when there's news about the supporting role; I'll be available whenever called."

Having spoken, he returned to his room to pack his things.

His original belongings weren't many, but the production crew had customized nine suits for him, requiring some effort to organize.

Not long after, Qi Hui took a car to the airport, preparing to return to the Imperial Capital.

By the time Li Caihua got up, Qi Hui had already left an hour or so ago.

Li Caihua sighed helplessly, feeling depressed; an unromantic jerk...

"Hey, junior brother, I'm arriving in the Imperial Capital shortly; come out for a meal later?" Qi Hui shouted into the phone.

"Can't, senior brother," Xiao Zhang said on the other end, quite speechless, "I had a car accident; it's not serious, just a rear-end collision; no one was injured."

"But the other party is a woman, acting like a petty middle-aged woman; she's very difficult to deal with, need to handle it."

"Is... that so? Alright then..." Qi Hui rubbed his chin; why did this sound a bit familiar?

"Hey, senior brother, are you in the Imperial Capital?" Qi Hui dialed Lao Ling's number, "Come out for a meal together, have some drinks, how about it?"

"Can't, junior brother," Lao Ling said on the other end, his tone helpless, "I'm in Zhejiang Province; I won't be back for half a month."

"Alright then..." Qi Hui sighed.

"Oh, by the way, you don't have an agency yet, right?" Lao Ling said, "I recommended you to a professional agent over there in the Imperial Capital; she should contact you in the next few days; keep an eye on your phone."

"If you're not willing, you can negotiate to refuse; it depends on your preference."

"This... alright, thank you, senior brother," Qi Hui paused for a moment, not expecting Lao Ling to help him like this.

"Small matter, don't be polite with me," Ling Xiaosu laughed heartily, joking, "When you take off, remember to pull me up."

"That's a must!" Qi Hui said solemnly, patting his chest.

"Junior brother, time to work; I'm hanging up," Ling Xiaosu coughed lightly and said.

Hearing the busy tone in the phone, Qi Hui felt helpless; why does everyone have no time?

After thinking for a moment, he pulled out a phone number and dialed it:

"Junior sister, are you in the Imperial Capital? I'm back; want to come out and look around together?"