94: Chapter 94 Recruiting Actors

He hadn't slept all night.

After inviting Su Wanyin over for a glass of juice, he had hoped to send her on her way.

Who knew that while it was easy to invite a deity, it was hard to send one away?

She wasn't leaving.

Not only was she not leaving, but she was also becoming quite clingy.

It caught Zhao Jian off guard.

Just as he was thinking this, Su Wanyin woke up.

Her bright eyes held a triumphant smile: "You're awake?"

After saying this, she pecked Zhao Jian lightly on the face.

"I didn't sleep."

Zhao Jian was a little sleepy.

"You sleep for a while; I'll call you when breakfast is ready."

With Su Wanyin's demonic voice in his ears, he wasn't sleepy anymore.

Let this woman cook? His 140-square-meter apartment wouldn't survive the blast!

"What kind of look is that!"

Before Zhao Jian could stop her, he was pushed back down by the woman beside him.

Then, a hand gently covered his lips.

"Don't doubt my abilities, be a good boy."

It really wouldn't be good to dampen her enthusiasm.

Zhao Jian swallowed the words he wanted to use to stop her.

Instead, he nodded.

Once Su Wanyin got dressed and went into the kitchen, he quietly opened a food delivery app and ordered a Kung Pao Chicken rice bowl, braised chicken, and braised pork knuckle for himself.

He didn't need to order vegetables; there were plenty in the Kung Pao Chicken.

While waiting for the delivery, Su Wanyin's screams came from the kitchen one after another, accompanied by wafts of a burnt smell.

Analyzing the scent, Zhao Jian figured it must be the green peppers burning, because there was a faint spiciness mixed in with the burnt smell.

Su Wanyin didn't call for help, and he was happy to watch the show.

He just hoped the delivery driver would arrive faster than she could cook.

Unfortunately, it was too early.

When the woman, face glistening with sweat, brought out the charred green peppers, the delivery driver was still over a kilometer away.

"You try this first, and I'll make some tomato scrambled eggs. I'll definitely get it right this time!"

Putting down the dish, Su Wanyin immediately returned to the kitchen.

Looking at her, it seemed she was worried Zhao Jian would ask her to eat with him.

Looking at the pitch-black dish and the black-yellow murky oil inside, Zhao Jian reluctantly dumped it into the trash can.

Then he hoped his delivery would arrive before the tomato scrambled eggs were finished.

"Ta-da! The tomato scrambled eggs are ready!"

Oh no!

Su Wanyin brought out a plate of scrambled eggs with some ketchup sprinkled on top.

Hmm, the color actually looked okay; it wasn't burnt. It should be edible.

Zhao Jian knew how to cook. Eggs were incredibly simple to make. Even if you only added salt and no other seasonings, they would still taste good when cooked.

Finally, something edible!

After placing the dish on the table, Su Wanyin looked suspiciously at the plate that now only contained the green pepper stir-fry remains.

"You ate it all? How did it taste?"

He couldn't bear to crush her spirits.

Zhao Jian went against his conscience: "Delicious!"

"If it's delicious, I'll make you another plate!"

Huh?

Zhao Jian was dumbfounded.

No, don't!

Watching Su Wanyin happily return to the kitchen, Zhao Jian secretly swore to himself that he must strengthen his body!

If he had taught this little enchantress a harsh lesson last night, leaving her unable to move this morning, how could he be facing this ordeal now?

But thankfully, the tomato scrambled eggs were edible.

He picked up a big mouthful and put it in his mouth, thinking that once he was full, he wouldn't have to experience any more of her dark cuisine.

But he had miscalculated!

"Holy crap! Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

It was salty!

It wasn't just normal saltiness; it was the kind of saltiness that made your heart stop the moment you tasted it. It was even slightly bitter!

Zhao Jian suspected that if he swallowed it, he would get acute sodium poisoning!

In the kitchen, Su Wanyin heard the commotion and poked her head out to look at him.

"What's wrong? Is it not good?"

"It's delicious, it's delicious, it's just that there's too much salt; it needs to be eaten with a staple food."

He had originally wanted to say that rinsing it in water would be fine, but rinsing scrambled eggs in water was something even evil cultivators wouldn't do; it was too shocking to say out loud.

He had to change his excuse on the spot.

"Then I'll use less next time."

After a moment, his phone rang. The delivery had finally arrived!

Zhao Jian dashed over to open the door, then quietly brought in the three packaged takeout meals.

He started eating.

In terms of taste, whether it was the braised chicken, the braised pork knuckle, or the Kung Pao Chicken rice bowl, they were all pre-made meals.

They weren't exactly bad, but they certainly weren't delicious either.

Yet, eating them now, they tasted like gourmet cuisine.

He quickly finished the rice bowl, but couldn't eat the remaining chicken and pork knuckle.

He tossed the tomato scrambled eggs into the trash bag as well, packed up, and headed out.

Before leaving, he shouted toward the kitchen: "I have things to do today, so I'm heading out first. Once you've eaten your fill, just lock the door when you leave."

Without waiting for Su Wanyin's reply, he ran.

Once inside the elevator, he felt the relief of having escaped with his life.

【Today's Intelligence (White): Anzhou City Film Studio has had no orders for a long time and is nearly out of operation. Renting it today only costs 10% of the usual rent, about 200 yuan per day.】

The entire film studio, and the rent is only 200 yuan?

That's much cheaper than renting a villa!

And unlike a private villa, where you have to be careful not to damage the original decor, you could even splash paint around in the film studio.

As long as the damage wasn't extensive, you wouldn't have to pay any extra fees.

Of course, Zhao Jian still had to go to the temporary labor market in the morning to recruit his first batch of temporary actors.

For the main roles, he could try students from the drama academy or film academy; if there were any who fit the bill, he could just treat it as an internship for them and provide an internship report.

As for the money, Zhao Jian didn't feel he was poor right now, so there was no need to charge students.

The talent market was actually just a small park. Its original name was Peony Park.

Later, as more and more people waited there for work, the peonies didn't survive, so they just renamed it the Talent Market.

There were quite a few people, many men and women in their 50s, or even 70s, standing there silently waiting for employers.

It was already very cold in Xiong City, and some people were sitting on the ground, ignoring the chill.

They must have left early to gather here, but they were unlucky and hadn't met a suitable boss.

Because Zhao Jian's attire didn't make him look like a manual laborer, some aunties proactively approached him to talk.

That's how looking for work was; you couldn't just stand there like a fool waiting.

After all, there were many people looking for work, but few people willing to pay.

Zhao Jian told the auntie that he wanted to shoot a film and needed actors, a director, and field coordinators, prop masters, and makeup artists with film crew experience.

He guessed the auntie would be discouraged, as a job like filming was considered a high-end industry in Xiong City.

He guessed wrong.

The auntie first expressed regret for a moment: "Oh my, I can't do this kind of work."

The next moment, she happily grabbed Zhao Jian's hand: "But I know quite a few who have worked on film crews, and there are actors too. You wait, I'll call them over."

Following that, the auntie called out five or six names, and four men and one woman came over.

"This one, his name is Huzi, that's Dabiao, his younger brother Liu Xiaotong, and also Zhao Guangming."

She introduced the names of the few men to Zhao Jian.

Then she said to them: "The boss wants to set up a stage for filming. You all introduce yourselves to the boss and tell him what you can do."

The four of them were a field coordinator, a makeup artist, a makeup artist, and an action director respectively.

He looked at the only girl.

She was the only one who hadn't spoken, and the auntie didn't mention her name either.

Zhao Jian thought to himself: "Don't tell me she's another makeup artist?"

He wasn't shooting wedding photos; what did he need so many makeup artists for?