Chapter 249 - Chapter 249: 094 Dongwu Club_1

Chapter 249: 094 Dongwu Club_1

“Great Yong” Open Casting Call.

The production team took every role seriously; opportunities like this were rare but also filled with challenges.

Last week, Sister Xin drank all night with this martial arts instructor, just to secure a fifth female lead role.

When she heard Bai Lian’s words just now.

She squeezed Yan Lu’s arm hard, frantically gesturing with her eyes.

Yan Lu was still hesitating.

“Miss Bai, then I’ll thank you on behalf of Xiaolu!” Sister Xin shoved Yan Lu aside and started chatting with Bai Lian, “Tomorrow I’ll bring Xiaolu here on time.”

As an agent, Sister Xin naturally had her own discernment.

Not to mention the young Master Jiang, or that Mr. Chi Lu…

Just with Xu En alone, it was clear that Bai Lian was no ordinary person. Having been in the entertainment circle for so long, she hadn’t seen anyone who could match Bai Lian’s aura and looks.

Speaking of which, Sister Xin looked at Bai Lian with that kind of gaze again.

“Hey Sister Xin,” Weng Qi pushed through the crowd to come over, took a sip of cold cola, and spoke with a serious expression, “Don’t get any ideas about our Bai sister, or our principal and headteacher will hang themselves at your doorstep overnight.”

Sister Xin:

She hadn’t even said a word yet.

Bai Lian couldn’t stand it any longer. She reached out, grabbed the back of Weng Qi’s collar, and pulled him back, “Don’t talk nonsense.”

She frowned.

Her long, curled lashes cast shallow shadows beneath her eyelids.

Weng Qi:

His Bai sister really didn’t surf the internet.

Who would understand.

His “hanging” was only an adjective.

A group of youngsters came boisterously, and after a gust of evening wind, they left just as noisily.

“Sister Xin,” Yan Lu snapped back to reality, turned to look at Wang Xin, and spoke softly, “I think I…”

Am not pure enough.

“Stop,” Sister Xin gestured for a pause and looked at Yan Lu seriously, “When I was backstabbed, among several artists, you were the only one who stayed. You said as long as there is something to aspire to, there’s no fear in the journey, no matter how long it is. Now, I’m giving these words to you.”

Who would have known that Man Xi, now a top star, was also discovered by Sister Xin.

Sister Xin originally thought that if Yan Lu got shelved, she would leave the entertainment industry and honestly find a regular job.

“But Yan Lu,” Sister Xin looked at Yan Lu, “you have to climb over this mountain yourself and come out on the other side.”

Finally, Bai Lian found time to visit the Calligraphy Association.

A bus route had just been added here. Now there were many kids coming to learn calligraphy, and outside on the quiet main road, there were a few street vendors.

Bai Lian got off the bus.

And saw an elderly man sitting on a pole by the flagstone path, his hair silver, wearing a black coat…

He had several transparent white lines in hand, manipulating a puppet dressed in a red robe wearing a red official’s hat with convincing little mustaches, and holding a writing brush. The old man had the puppet performing calligraphy on a white paper spread on the ground, writing the character “Xiang”.

A few kids squatting nearby exclaimed in amazement.

“Grandpa, you’re amazing, the puppet can even write!” These kids were all learning calligraphy here.

The old man’s clothes were worn and fraying, but the puppet’s attire was bright and clean. He bit on a self-rolled tobacco, unlit, his eyebrows dancing with excitement, “Of course, you all go study now. Come back tomorrow to see, I’ll perform the Monkey King wielding his golden cudgel for you.”

“Yay!”

The kids cheered.

Bai Lian stood aside and watched for a while, thoughtful.

Her phone lit up; it was a message from Mao Kun—

[Sis, I have a ring fight this weekend, are you watching?]

Most of the time, Bai Lian did not watch.

Because she needed to study.

But she had been piling up on stress lately. Kids couldn’t fight, students couldn’t fight, and Liu Xinming was nowhere to be found.

Bai Lian: [Depends.]

This was the first time Bai Lian had responded like this, and Mao Kun was greatly encouraged: [Sister, I’ll send you tickets!!!!]

Next to the Calligraphy Association, the martial arts school was still closed.

“Sister,” Jian Zhe knew Bai Lian was coming and had been waiting at the door, “This week we have four more kids and three old masters.”

The atmosphere at the Calligraphy Association was pleasant, and the kids learning calligraphy were well behaved.

Many seniors liked to come here to watch the kids and teach. Sometimes Jian Zhe wanted to join in but couldn’t find an opportunity.

“Oh, right, about that Hall Master Jin next door you asked me to inquire about.” After reporting on the Calligraphy Association, Jian Zhe began to talk about the neighboring martial arts school.

The Xingyi Martial Arts School had students learning there more than a decade ago.

Besides those learning martial arts, there were also many sports students and those applying for martial arts majors coming to learn.