Eternal madness

Wanshengzhou, Fangpai Mountain, Hunlong Village.

Dazhai leader Yuan Kuilong was walking on the mountain road, followed by Liangtai Zhao Yingde, and Zhao Yingde was followed by a group of bandits, large and small.

Yuan Kuilong touched his beard and licked his lips, feeling his mouth was a little dry.

Click!

Zhao Yingde reached to the back of his head, pulled, twisted, and yanked, then picked an apple from his scalp and handed it to Yuan Kuilong.

"Master, please try it!"

The handle of the apple was still bleeding. Yuan Kuilong took a bite of the apple and nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Yingde asked expectantly: "Master, are you sweet?"

"Sweet, so sweet!" Yuan Kuilong was full of praise: "Old Zhao, you can make such a sweet apple, you must have used your brain at first glance!"

"I have racked my brains!" Zhao Yingde pulled a piece of tape and stuck it on the back of his head.

"Racked your brains?" Yuan Kuilong looked at Zhao Yingde with surprise on his face, "This is what a scholar said, who did you learn it from?"

Zhao Yingde puffed up his chest and said with some pride on his face: "Follow me. The second master learned it from the master, and the second master Song has studied!"

"Really?" Yuan Kuilong laughed twice, "So it was Lao Song who taught you."

A snowflake fell on the apple and melted.

Yuan Kuilong asked: "What day is it today?"

Zhao Yingde asked the bandits around him and quickly replied: "Today is the first day of September."

Yuan Kuilong looked around: "This first snow has come a bit early."

"Yes, it's getting cold early this year. My boss, you just came back today. Go to the village to rest first. I asked the boys to burn up the boiler. The room is warm."

Yuan Kuilong was ridiculous. He pulled off his fur cloak, took a bite of an apple, and looked in the direction of the seedling house: "How many fools have you caught for me in the past few days since I left?"

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Zhao Yingde stretched out five fingers: "Five, all are being held in the Yangzi room!"

"Are you all fools? Don't fool me." Yuan Kuilong took off the jade ring on his thumb and looked at the sun.

This jade ring is as delicate as gelatin, the outer wall is as smooth as a mirror, and the inner ring is round and smooth. Several masters of the jade shop have seen it and they all said that it is a first-class thing.

Although the ring finger looks good, if you look at it twice, it always makes people feel chills running down their spines, and there is a vague smell of blood entering their noses.

Zhao Yingde did not dare to watch it anymore. He was not as lucky as Yuan Kuilong, the leader of the village. Watching too much of such a good thing would shorten his life.

"Boss, those fools are the starting material. How dare we be vague about such a big matter, and these fools were brought back by the second master himself."

"Did Lao Song get it himself?" Yuan Kuilong put away his finger, "It's rare for him to be so kind, I have to go and have a look."

When I walked to the door of the Yangzi Room (the hostage room), I had finished eating the apples, and Yuan Kuilong stuffed the core of the apple into his mouth.

Zhao Yingde quickly dissuaded: "Master, this can't be eaten."

"It can be eaten. This is your hard work, brother. I can't waste it. This apple is so sweet..." As he spoke, Yuan Kuilong rubbed his cheeks and kept searching his mouth with his tongue.

A chip on your tooth?

Zhao Yingde was a little nervous: "Master, have you eaten any bones? I've been a little angry these past two days. There may be something extra in the apple. Please spit it out quickly, don't get stuck in your throat..."

"It's not a bone!" Yuan Kuilong spit out an apple seed and looked at Zhao Yingde with a smile, "Brother, if your apple has seeds, I will know that you are a person with talent!"

Zhao Yingde puffed up his chest and patted his chest: "We brothers follow the leader, and we all have skills!"< /p>

Yuan Kuilong looked at the apple seeds and was reluctant to throw them away: "I'm afraid I won't be able to eat such good apples in the future."

Zhao Yingde patted his chest again: "As long as my brother is alive, the leader can eat as much as he wants!"

"No! We can't rely on you alone, it's too brain-consuming! Scholars have a saying, plant a tree in spring and harvest ten thousand fruits in autumn. Now that we have seeds, we have to spread the branches and leaves." Yuan Kuilong took out his dagger, dug a hole in the ground, and buried the apple seeds in it.

Zhao Yingde hurriedly went up to help: "Master, I won't bother you with this little thing, I'll do it."

Yuan Kuilong pushed Zhao Yingde away: "You don't understand the methods here. Planting apples is a technical job. You don't just bury them in the soil. You have to water and fertilize."

After burying the seeds, Yuan Kuilong peed on the spot.

Zhao Yingde gave a thumbs up: "The boss, good water and good fat!"

Yuan Kuilong put on his trousers and shouted: "One day, when the fruit is produced, we brothers will eat it together!"

The bandit soldiers shouted in unison: "Thank you, boss!"< /p>

This group of bandit soldiers stayed outside the Yangzi Room. Yuan Kuilong entered the cell inside. Zhao Yingde held a torch and introduced them one by one:

" This man's name is Zhao Guangping. He comes from Lingluo City. His family sells cloth. His father is a skilled craftsman and is a registered clerk.

This man's name is Rong Xiaozhang. He comes from Jade Restaurant and his family sells steamed buns. Yes, his mother is a craftsman and a clerk.

This is Feng Qiuling from Mi Daolin. Her father is a bamboo craftsman and a master.

This is Pei Binru, from Qingfang Kiln. His family is a brick-burner, and he has his own craftsmanship. ”

Yuan Kuilong looked at Pei Binru, turned to Zhao Yingde and asked: “Where did this fool get his craftsmanship?”

Zhao Yingde quickly explained : "I heard from the second master that this person became stupid when he entered the industry."

Seeing that this person's eyes are dull and there is a string of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, he must be a fool.

There was another person huddled in the corner of the cell, his head lowered all the time.

Yuan Kuilong walked closer and stared at the man for a while: "This person is... the third eldest son of the Lin family?"

"Yes!" Zhao Yingde nodded, "This is Lin Shaocong, the third eldest son of the Lin family."

Yuan Kuilong was unhappy: "What did you capture him for?"

Zhao Yingde quickly picked an apple from the back of his head and gave it to Yuan Kuilong: "Master Long, this is all Second Master Song has ordered that the six fools must gather all their food, clothing, housing and transportation. The old Lin family is a boat owner and it happens to occupy a Xingzi door. Without this door, your bowl cannot be lit."

Yuan Kuilong pushed the apple aside: "The Lin family has five levels of craftsmen. They are powerful people. Don't you know that there are so many people running boats? You have to arrest Lin Shaocong? You can't find them. Other fools?"

Zhao Yingde pursed his lips: "The second master said that the Lin family has been running boats for generations and has pure blood, so this person is the most suitable.

The second master also said that everyone from far and wide knew that the third son of the Lin family was a fool and a cripple. He was a useless person and was not welcomed at home. No one would hold him accountable even if he died.

The second master also said that if you open the bowl and develop skills, you will soon become a six-level Dingbang hero, so there is no need to be afraid of the Lin family.

So the second master said..."

"The second master said, the second master said, the second master said nonsense!" Yuan Kuilong got angry, "It's the second master who opens and shuts his mouth. Where did you put me, the uncle?"

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Zhao Yingde trembled and quickly apologized: "Master, I am absolutely loyal to you!"

Yuan Kuilong roared: "You said it with your mouth?"

Zhao Yingde looked sincere: "What I said in my mouth and what I thought in my heart are the same."

"The mouth and the heart are the same? Am I so easy to fool?" Yuan Kuilong asked face to face , "Where is your mouth?"

"Under the nose!"

"Where is your heart?"< /p>

"Inside the chest!"

Yuan Kuilong said angrily: "How can it be the same?"

Zhao Yingde also A little angry: "Why is it different?"

Yuan Kuilong shouted: "I can see it under my nose, can I see it inside your chest?"

Zhao Yingde is a strong man. When he heard Yuan Kuilong speak like this, he tore open his clothes: "Master, I have followed you for so many years, but you can't trust me. I will take out my heart today." Let me show you!"

After saying this, Zhao Yingde took out his dagger, cut open his chest, cut out a heart, grabbed it in his hand, and handed it to Yuan Kuilong.

Yuan Kuilong's eyes were red at that time: "Brother, I just said a few angry words about your brother, why do you take it seriously?"

The five fools in the cell were all frightened.

I was even more scared than before.

Zhao Guangping, a cloth seller, bit his own clothes.

Rong Xiaozhang, who sells steamed buns, bit his fist.

Feng Qiuling, a bamboo craftsman, kept chewing on the bars in the cell.

The brick-burner Pei Binru was so frightened that he urinated and mixed his own urine with mud.

The third young master of the Lin family, Lin Shaocong, found a piece of mud and quietly put it into his crotch.

Zhao Yingde held the heart, with tears in his eyes, gasping and saying intermittently: "Master, have you seen the love I have for you?"

"Brother has seen it, my good brother..." Yuan Kuilong choked with tears, took the heart and took a bite.

Crack!

Zhao Yingde asked with tears in his eyes: "Jiangyao?"

"Crisp!" Yuan Kuilong nodded repeatedly, "It's so crispy, it's beautiful in my heart, right?"

Zhao Yingde nodded repeatedly: "It's just beautiful in my heart, Wanqingyuan's heart is beautiful, I just came to Heishakou and the first ship was so beautiful, I saved it for the boss!"

Yuan Kuilong held Zhao Yingde's heart and took another bite, tears kept flowing: "Brother, brother, I love eating Xinxinmei, I know you have me in your heart!"

Xinxinmei is a kind of radish, Yuan Kuilong kept crying because this radish was too spicy.

After eating the radish, Yuan Kuilong asked the second boss: "Where has Song Yongchang gone? Why is no one seen?"

"What a fool! The second master went to another state to look for him." Zhao Yingde called his subordinate Xiao Zhu and asked him to take a needle and thread and sew up the wound on his chest.

Yuan Kuilong felt that something was wrong: "Why go to another state to catch a fool?"

Half of the wound on his chest was sutured, Zhao Yingde opened it and took a look, and found that a heart had grown out. While he was stopping the bleeding, he replied: "This is also what the second master came out of. He He said that among these six fools, there must be one from outside the state, and he cannot bring the seed blood from Wansheng State."

Yuan Kuilong didn't believe this: "What does this have to do with seed blood? What is the difference between the seed blood from other states and the seed blood from Wansheng State? He clearly wants to go to other states!"

"This is what the second master said. I don't know either..." Zhao Yingde looked at Yuan Kuilong's face and considered what to say.

Yuan Kuilong's face was ugly: "Song Yongchang made a special trip to catch a fool from another state. He went to so much trouble and took such a big risk, just to help me open the bowl? Do you think he can be so concerned about my affairs?"

"I don't know what his intentions are. I am so loyal. How about you give me another piece..." Zhao Yingde wanted to change the subject. This was a matter between the first and second masters, and he really didn't want to get involved.

Yuan Kuilong walked out of the rice house with a sullen face. An apple tree grew in front of the rice house, and the tree was full of green fruits.

Seeing this tree, Yuan Kuilong felt much better: "Brothers, eat apples!"

Zhao Yingde was surprised. The leader of the village said that one day it would bear fruit, but he did not expect that today would be that day.

Yuan Kuilong is very good at soaking urine, and his skills are very good.

Seeing that no one was moving around, Yuan Kuilong said to Zhao Yingde: "Brother, you eat one first!"

"Farewell, the boss should eat first."

"I have eaten, you can eat it, don't be polite to me."

"Master, this fruit is not ripe yet, please wait for two more days."

"No need to wait, half-ripe apples are the best, crisp and sweet!" Yuan Kuilong picked an apple for Zhao Yingde, "Look at how juicy this fruit is, eat it quickly."

It's quite juicy, with water beads hanging on it.

It is now two o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, there should be no dew.

Where do these water drops come from?

Zhao Yingde looked at the apple and whispered: "Master, can I peel it before eating it?"

"Why are you peeling it?" "Yuan Kuilong disagreed, "The apple peel is the most delicious!"

"Okay, I'll eat it, the leader has me in his heart..." Zhao Yingde was so moved that he burst into tears and ate the apple.

Yuan Kuilong shouted to a group of bandit soldiers: "Brothers, you're welcome, eat them all! Follow me to eat apples today, and follow me to conquer the country tomorrow!"

The bandit soldiers grew up watching this apple tree.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this apple tree grew up in a honey pot, producing yellow honey.

Is it easy to be a bandit?

They don’t really want to eat it.

Yuan Kuilong's smile suddenly disappeared, and the bandits were all frightened.

"Whoever doesn't eat this apple today is not my brother! Hunlong Village cannot tolerate him today!"

Everyone in Hunlong Village knows that Yuan Kuilong likes to joke, but no one can tell which one is true.

While eating the apples, Zhao Yingde shouted: "Didn't you listen to the boss's orders? Give them all to me! No one is allowed to peel or wash them! If anyone doesn't eat them, all their monthly money will be deducted!"

The bandits gritted their teeth and picked the fruits to eat.

One of the bandit soldiers sobbed twice: "Why don't you fucking let me wash you? This is too bullying."

Watching the brothers eating apples, Yuan Kuilong was very happy. He asked Zhao Yingde: "Did Lao Song tell you that he wanted to "What kind of person are you going to catch?"

Zhao Yingde gritted his teeth and finished the apple: "The second master said that it depends on chance. He said that you can't just look for fools from other states. You have to find a fool who doesn't look stupid, but is really stupid."

"Opportunity? You really know how to talk nonsense!" Yuan Kuilong picked another apple and handed it to Zhao Yingde, "When Lao Song comes back to the mountain, tell me immediately. I want to see what kind of fool he can bring back."

...

"Is your name Zhang Laifu?"

"Yes! It's a blessing to enjoy happiness!"

The interviewer is very satisfied, this name sounds like it meets the requirements.

Huan Guo, Yuedong Province, Wancheng, Nanzhu Film and Television Base.

There is a two-story board house next to a construction site. The name Wansheng Film and Television Company is written on the board house.

The second floor of the prefabricated house is a temporary office, where Wansheng Film and Television Company is recruiting actors. As soon as the flyers were sent out, people came for interviews.

The interviewer, Lao Song, held Zhang Laifu's registration form, and together with his assistant Lao Zheng, looked at the young man in front of him.

"Are you not a professional actor?"

Zhang Laifu shook his head: "I am a college student, majoring in civil engineering, and working part-time as an actor."

The interviewer took out an apple, rubbed it on his body, and took a bite: "You majored in civil engineering, why did you choose acting?"

The real reason is that it is difficult to find other part-time jobs, but Zhang Laifu felt that such an answer was too direct, so he chose a more euphemistic way of expression: "Both architecture and film and television can express art, but they are slightly different in form!"

This sentence is a bit profound. This person does not seem to be a fool. Old Song looked at Old Zheng, feeling a little uneasy.

Old Zheng blinked slightly and motioned to Old Song to observe again.

"You have a deep understanding of art!" Lao Song praised Zhang Laifu, and then carefully observed Zhang Laifu's appearance,

"He has a honest face, mediocre facial features, average figure, dull eyes, complete body in all aspects, no serious defects, and has the basic conditions of an excellent actor!"

Hearing this, Zhang Laifu puffed up his chest: "Other crew members also said the same thing. They said I was born to be an extra."

"Have you ever been an extra in the past?" The interviewer looked at Zhang Laifu's work resume carefully and felt that it was a bit vague.

He asked Zhang Laifu: "Have you ever acted in a drama?"

Zhang Laifu nodded vigorously: "I have acted in it, I am very experienced!"

"Have you ever acted in a drama?" "What is the role of Ci?"

Zhang Laifu responded euphemistically: "I have been waiting for such an opportunity!"

The interviewer put down the registration form, picked up the notebook, and briefly introduced himself.

"I am the deputy general manager of Wansheng Film and Television Company and the interviewer for this recruitment. My surname is Song. You can call me Mr. Song or Lao Song."

Zhang Laifu responded seriously: "Hello, Lao Song."

Lao Song finished eating the apple, wiped his hands, and wrote down two words in his notebook: unbridled.

He took another apple from his bag and continued: "Don't be so restrained. I'll just ask a few simple questions. Have you ever participated in an interview with a film and television company before?"

Zhang Laifu shook his head. Said: "I have never participated in it. This is the first time."

"You have not been in other crews?"

"You have been in other crews, but you have not participated in the interview."

"Why didn't you attend the interview because you were not qualified?"

Zhang Laifu tried his best to maintain a tactful attitude: "Other places don't need interviews when recruiting extras. They don't have as much trouble as you."

Lao Song nodded slightly and wrote two words in his notebook: rude.

"You are very honest, so why did you choose our company?"

Zhang Laifu pointed to the flyer in his hand: "You pay more. Other places perform one hundred and thirty a day, but you pay one hundred and sixty." "

"Do you think these thirty yuan are important?"

"It is very important! With these thirty yuan more, you can eat a whole chicken tonight without rice!"

Lao Song nodded repeatedly: "My vision is indeed correct. You are a person who has a higher pursuit of art!"

After saying that, he wrote down two words again: vulgar.

Lao Song continued: "But I want to emphasize that we are different from those grass-roots teams. Our Wansheng Company is at the top of the film and television industry and has higher requirements for employees.

What we need is not extras without any sense of responsibility, but excellent actors Artists.

What we value is not only your talent in the performing arts, but also your knowledge and understanding of the performing arts career!

Tell me first, what is your dream in the art path? ”

A little light shone in Zhang Laifu's originally dull eyes. He answered in an extremely firm tone: "Earn money and enjoy happiness!"

Old Song was not very satisfied with this answer: "You Your dream is to enjoy happiness?"

Zhang Laifu felt that there was nothing wrong with his answer: "Isn't your dream to enjoy happiness?"

Old Song smiled calmly: " Everyone's dreams are different."

Zhang Laifu looked surprised: "Isn't it true that some people's dream is not to enjoy happiness?"

Old Song frowned and stared at Zhang Laifu and said: "Some people have bigger dreams and want to achieve more."

Zhang Laifu agreed: "Achieve achievements and then enjoy happiness."

"Achievements are not only to enjoy happiness, but also to gain recognition from the world." Lao Song is still trying to guide Zhang Laifu.

Zhang Laifu still agreed: "Get recognition, and then enjoy the glory."

"Getting recognition is to gain higher status and status." Lao Song's voice was slightly louder.

Zhang Laifu strongly agreed: "Acquire identity and status, and then enjoy the happiness steadily."

"People cannot always focus on themselves. Some people work hard all their lives to benefit more people. That is the truly noble dream!" Lao Song's expression became more and more serious, even a little excited.

Zhang Laifu raised his head and said firmly: "That is to bring more people to enjoy happiness."

"What, I, actually, he... I admire you very much."

Lao Song wrote two words in his notebook: shallow.

Putting down his notebook, Lao Song picked up a piece of white paper: "There were originally two sets of test papers for this interview, but our studio is in a hurry to hire people. In view of your ideals and beliefs in the acting career, we decided to omit some irrelevant details. We will only focus on the performing arts and discuss key issues in the professional field."

As he spoke, Lao Song drew on the paper with a pen.

Bang! Ding ding ding! Bang! Ding ding ding!

While he was painting, he looked at the expression on Zhang Laifu's face.

Zhang Laifu felt that the sound was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. The rhythmic sound gave Zhang Laifu the illusion of flying snowflakes.

But this sound should not come from the tip of the pen.

Lao Song pushed the paper in front of Zhang Laifu: "If you were a train driver, what would you choose?"

When he saw this question, Zhang Laifu felt helpless.

This is a bad question. A train is walking on a forked railway. There are ten people tied up on the left fork and one person tied up on the right fork.

Lao Song ate the apple and looked at Zhang Laifu with deep eyes.

For this fool, this question seems a bit difficult for him.

"The question is difficult, haven't you seen it before?" Lao Song smiled at Zhang Laifu.

Zhang Laifu replied: "How is it possible that I haven't seen him before? Is this your first day as an interviewer?"

"Ahem, cough, cough!"

Lao Song coughed a few more times.

He picked up the pen, thought for a long time, and wrote three words: Damn it.

Zhang Laifu frowned, he hated such questions.

He is a senior and will be looking for a job in his senior year. The interviewer has asked countless questions like this. In Zhang Laifu's memory, the answers to these questions are all wrong.

Key issues like this have anything to do with performing arts? Does this have anything to do with recruiting extras?

No matter how disgusted I am, for the sake of this chicken tonight, I have to give a decent answer no matter what.

Seeing Zhang Laifu lost in thought made Lao Song feel a lot more comfortable: "Laifu, if you don't know it, just say you don't know it. If you don't understand, don't pretend to understand!

Let me give you some tips. You have to put your true emotions into the character. You have to really imagine yourself as the train driver. This is called empathy. Do you understand?"

After Lao Song's prompt, Zhang Laifu immediately had an idea. He stood as an actor, put himself into the role, and gave a very rigorous answer: "I can't drive a train."

"Cough cough cough!"

Lao Song coughed for a while again, and an apple seed choked into his throat.

"Laifu, let's assume you can drive a train."

Zhang Laifu replied seriously: "This has nothing to do with the train driver. The person who switches the switch can decide where the train goes."

Wait!

This man knows a lot.

Is he really stupid?

Old Song nodded and said: "You have good common sense. Now suppose I know how to pull the switch, the lever is in my hand."

Bang! Ding ding ding!

Lao Song used his pen to draw another person who was turning the switch, holding a lever in his hand: "I turn it to the left, and the car goes to the left. I turn it to the right, and the car goes to the right. Which side do you think I should choose?"

He deliberately showed off his skills in front of Zhang Laifu, hoping to see Zhang Laifu's reaction.

Zhang Laifu looked at the person pulling the switch, and the painting looked really similar.

The interviewer attached so much importance to this issue that Zhang Laifu must present some real materials if he wants to get the job.

He organized his words and replied: "You can choose whatever you want. No one will say you are wrong anyway."

Lao Song looked at Zhang Laifu sideways. He did not understand what Zhang Laifu meant: "How could it not be People say I'm wrong?"

Zhang Laifu replied: "The train has passed, who will say you are wrong?"

Lao Song reacted for a moment and understood what Zhang Laifu meant.

The train passed by, and those who survived must have said that Lao Song was right.

Even if the dead people think that Lao Song was wrong, they will not speak.

Old Song’s heart was in suspense, and Old Zheng also frowned.

Is this person stupid?

After a long silence, Lao Song said to Zhang Laifu: "I am a good person."

Zhang Laifu looked at Lao Song, then looked at the paintings on the table, and asked seriously: "Since he is a good person, why did he tie him to the railway track?"

This sentence hit home again.

Lao Song then asked: "Do you think I tied it up?"

Zhang Laifu asked back: "Then who did you tie it up?"

Lao Song was helpless: "I don't know who it was. Tied!"

Zhang Laifu was also helpless: "You don't know anything, and you still ask me?"

Old Song kept looking at Zhang Laifu: "Do you ever think you have any intellectual problems?"

Zhang Laifu shook his head and said: "My intelligence is fine. My teachers and classmates all say that my intelligence is very good."

"What did they tell you?"

"They told me that your IQ is too scary!" Zhang Laifu looked back at Lao Song, waiting for his next question.

Lao Song rubbed the drawing paper on the table: "What do you think of my painting skills?"

"Very good." Zhang Laifu answered truthfully.

"Take a closer look!"

Bang, ding, ding, ding! Bang ding ding ding!

Lao Song did not use a pen this time and drew directly on the paper with his fingers.

The original picture only showed railroad tracks, trains and people, but now the picture has mountains, rivers, and cities vaguely visible in the distance, making it real and three-dimensional.

It’s really three-dimensional.

The mountains on the screen are all bulging, and I don’t know what they are made of.

Lao Song picked up the painting and waved it in front of Zhang Laifu: "Did you see how I painted?"

He wanted to make Zhang Laifu feel fear.

No matter how much a fool pretends to be a normal person, his true nature will be exposed in the face of fear.

Zhang Laifu looked at the painting and then at Old Song: "Are you asking me to look at the painting, or are you looking at it?"

The two looked at each other and did not speak for nearly a minute.

Zhang Laifu’s eyes were full of expectation.

One hundred and six a day, can you win?

Lao Song opened his notebook and wrote two words: simplicity.

Remove "f*ck" and there are still five words left.

Insolent, rude, vulgar, shallow and simple.

Who would think that a person with so many qualities is not a fool?

After reading these five words twice, Lao Song handed the notebook to Lao Zheng behind him.

"Old Zheng, there are not many people who can have so many good qualities at the same time. Do you think this person is good?"

After seeing it, Old Zheng nodded and said, "I think this person is good!"

Lao Song took out a book from the drawer of his desk. A contract was handed to Zhang Laifu: "You are hired, and you will be an official actor of Wansheng Film and Television Company from now on."

PS: Dear readers, I am here, with my heart full of hard work, this heart is red and full of sweetness, I hold it with both hands and dedicate it to you readers!