“Yi Ge, that video really wasn’t on purpose. I just couldn’t stand seeing everyone online trash-talking you. Director Mo already chewed me out, and I know I was wrong. I won’t be so reckless next time. Don’t be mad.” Liu Shengqing stood there hesitantly, looking at Chu Yi with anxious eyes.
Chu Yi sighed inwardly and patted his shoulder. “I’m not mad. Don’t take it to heart. I’ll go explain to Director Mo later, so don’t worry.”
Liu Shengqing’s background had shaped his personality. Chu Yi knew Director Mo’s temper, and Liu Shengqing must have been under a lot of pressure these past couple days. So when explaining, he’d subconsciously let it slip out.
But Chu Yi couldn’t say he’d done the right thing either—were crew rules just for fun? And saying that would slap Director Mo in the face…
Liu Shengqing bowed his head, discreetly wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. When he looked up again, his eyes were red-rimmed.
Chu Yi wanted to sigh again. Forget it—better go find Director Mo first.
On the way to Director Mo’s, he ran into Master Cheng. Master Cheng’s sprained ankle had healed, his complexion much improved, and he looked energetic overall—as if he’d diligently followed the instructions and taken the medicine.
Master Cheng rubbed his hands. “Young Master Chu, that Medicine Recipe you gave me really works. Some martial stunt colleagues have been hounding me for it. Can I share the Medicine Recipe with them?”
Chu Yi replied, “If their symptoms are similar, sure. The one I gave you is a warming tonic—won’t harm them even if it’s not a perfect match.”
Master Cheng beamed. “Really? Then I’ll pass it along. Thanks, Young Master Chu.”
Chu Yi waved it off and went in to see Director Mo. By taking full responsibility himself, and since Director Mo owed him a favor, there was nothing more to say. It was settled.
Chu Yi filmed for another four or five days at the crew before reaching his wrap scene—the one where Bai Yanming’s father and son were exposed for embezzling grain shipments, and the imperial envoy secretly summoned the Jiangnan garrison to capture them.
Director Mo scheduled it as a night scene with rain.
The crew borrowed a fire truck. Xu Xing and the others coordinated moves with Chu Yi, and they launched into an explosive fight.
Chu Yi’s control over his sword qi had reached perfection. One sweeping strike sent raindrops flying in sheets—no special effects needed. Director Mo watched in delight mixed with regret: thrilled at the awesome fight without extra cost, but bummed it wasn’t a movie.
Coincidentally, a director from the neighboring crew wandered over out of boredom to spy on his peers. Seeing the scene, he exclaimed in surprise, “That’s the new Xingyao signee, right? What was his name again?”
Director Mo smirked proudly. “Chu Yi.”
“Right, Chu Yi! I thought the online video had effects, but it’s all real. Xingyao struck gold this time…” The neighboring director frowned. “His acting skills could use some work, though.”
Director Mo bristled. “He’s only twenty! With that face and those moves, so what if his acting’s a bit raw? Your crew puts up with that pretty-boy digital star, and our Chu Yi at least memorized every line perfectly!”
The neighboring director was baffled. He’d just stated a fact—didn’t badmouth Mo Song at all. Why the temper? Tch!
The guy stormed off, but he had to admit Chu Yi’s skills left a deep impression. Chatting with an old friend later, he suddenly brought him up.
“Hey, Old Ji, isn’t your Republic-era drama looking for someone skilled to play the Great Marshal? Want a recommendation? I just saw an amazing fight over at Mo Song’s set…”
Meanwhile, Lin Hang was still planning to give Chu Yi half a month of acting training after he left the crew when a director came knocking.
The audition invite from Ji Dao was solid—a supporting role in a segment drama, but the character was badass. Too good to pass up.
Lin Hang was starting to admire Chu Yi’s luck. No wonder President Yu assigned him, a Gold Medal Agent, personally—the guy had backing, talent, and insane luck. One video had reeled in Ji Dao.
“President Yu, should we take this audition invite?” Lin Hang showed Yu Qingxian the script.
Yu Qingxian thought it was good too and nodded after skimming it. “Sure. I’m meeting him the day after tomorrow anyway. Hold onto the script for now—I’ll bring it then.”
Lin Hang: “…Okay.”
Why did it feel like President Yu was itching to steal his job? Wasn’t handing scripts to artists and discussing his agent’s role?
Ouyang Yuyuan: “Cousin Xian, you’re meeting Yi Ge the day after tomorrow and didn’t tell me? What for? Can I tag along?”
Yu Qingxian side-eyed him. “Aren’t you flying to Dan Province tomorrow? You gonna make it back?”
Ouyang Yuyuan’s face fell. “No way. Boo-hoo, Cousin Xian, you did this on purpose—piling on work so you could sneak off to hang with Yi Ge without me…”
Yu Qingxian’s face heated up. “Don’t talk nonsense!”
Ouyang Yuyuan: “I don’t care—take me to see Yi Ge or give me a raise. Pick one!”
“…”
That brat— he’d been lying in wait!
Lin Hang, having watched the whole exchange: “…”
Who could tell him just what kind of divine being this Chu Yi was?
