Chi Ye has been a person with very abundant empathy since he was a child, and seeing stray cats and dogs always couldn’t help but stop to buy a ham sausage.
Now, no matter what, he can be considered to have occupied the original owner’s body, so it is hard not to feel that it was not worth it for him, coupled with extreme hatred for Mu Liang, the culprit who caused all this.
The white moonlight thing or whatever, thinking about it is just plain disgusting.
Chi Ye turned over, simply threw away his mobile phone out of sight and out of mind.
Instead, he picked up He Lin’s limited edition black card.
Wonderful, the joy of money is always so simple and direct.
Chi Ye fondled and stroked the card, scrutinized it for a long time without being willing to put it down, and finally decided to lift it to his face, take a group photo to commemorate, and deliberately found the beauty camera that hadn’t been used in a hundred years, choosing the still-life filter function.
Bubu, as a dog that had grown up accustomed to a life of paper-gold and intoxicated luxury (extravagance and debauchery), was very disdainful of Chi Ye’s unworldly look, jumped off the bed, wagged its tail and ran far away.
Chi Ye properly put away the card, placing it in the drawer on the bedside table that he could blindly touch even when sleeping.
It was locked.
Actually, Chi Ye didn’t plan to use He Lin’s card, after all, taking people’s things makes one’s hands soft, and Chi Ye was afraid that when he wanted to run away and get a divorce later, he wouldn’t be able to stay hard (stand firm).
Once having freedom, would he still be afraid of not being able to make money?
Chi Ye lowered his head and pondered for a while, then turned over and got off the bed, raising his legs to chase Bubu.
One man and one dog fought with wits and courage, circling around the spacious bedroom twice, and Chi Ye finally blocked Bubu in the corner, forcefully snatching the mobile phone case that the dog hadn’t even warmed up yet out of its mouth.
Bubu was extremely angry, holding a rubber ball in its mouth and fiercely smashing it against Chi Ye’s feet twice.
Chi Ye didn’t care at all, took out the beauty camera that he hadn’t had time to close just a moment ago, aimed it at the phone case and “click click click” took several photos front, back, left, and right, carefully avoiding the new tooth marks bitten by Bubu.
Then familiarly downloaded a certain Yu second-hand trading website.
Uploaded the photos, set the price, and typed “Armani spring limited edition diamond-encrusted mobile phone case, 80% new, pure A-grade genuine, guaranteed, can be slightly bargained, postage not included” into the publishing box all in one go.
And turned on the real-time notification receiving function.
Then he turned and walked into the walk-in closet, carrying out a dozen pairs of brand new limited edition sneakers in one breath, all photographed and uploaded, following the same pattern.
In the matter of selling off the original owner’s family property, Chi Ye had undergone a psychological struggle, and finally bowed his head in the face of reality, having no choice but to lower his moral requirements for himself.
After all, according to the original text plot, the original owner had already been imprisoned to death, and those things couldn’t escape the fate of being abandoned anyway, so it was better to turn waste into treasure and also shine and emit heat for the socialist environmental protection cause.
However, this is not a long-term plan; a family fortune of ten thousand strings of cash has a day of being sold out, not to mention that the original owner only had a few clothes and shoes anyway.
So the top priority is still to find a job as soon as possible.
Chi Ye did as he thought of it, opened the computer, brought out office word processing software, and began editing his actor resume.
But after writing only two lines, he stopped his pen.
Chi Ye dejectedly realized that he was no longer the former “actor Chi Ye”.
The him of the previous life, although having neither background nor backing, to his death was nothing more than an 18th-tier small actor struggling to climb to the 17th-tier. But at least he was a regular film academy orthodoxically trained graduate, playing all kinds of roles, with contact in all kinds of dramas from historical costume to modern to ultra-modern, with experience rich enough to fill a whole A4 piece of paper.
At least the resume stood out.
But the only acting experience this body ever had was demonstrating being raped/forced in the basement for He Lin… not to mention whether he acted well or not, Chi Ye wouldn’t have ten guts to write it into his resume.
And right now he also has an awkward identity, which is being the son of the former entertainment company’s CEO.
This “former” has a lot of spiritual charm.
Thinking of this layer, Chi Ye’s chest felt stuffy with depression in bursts.
If he could have transmigrated a few months earlier, what kind of script wouldn’t he want!
But now this entertainment company belongs to He Lin, and Chi Ye didn’t have the thick skin to weave a green hat (wear a cuckold crown) on someone’s head in the previous step, and righteously ask someone for resources in the next step.
“Forget it.” Chi Ye rubbed his face, and reached out to grab Bubu again, naggingly forcing it to cheer him up, “Even the heavens can’t bear to starve a blind sparrow, let alone the two of us being a diligent, hardworking, proactive, and enterprising bird.”
Bubu let bygones be bygones, nodding and wagging its tail, “Aowu.”
The road of sending resumes for self-recommendation to major brokerage companies was blocked, so Chi Ye had to search for extra/background actor roster resource groups in major forums and bulletin boards.
Carefully selecting seven or eight group numbers, he added them one by one, lining up.
Actually, if possible, Chi Ye really didn’t want to be an extra, being swept across the body by a wide-angle lens where one couldn’t even tell whether they were human or ghost, having no half use for the improvement of acting skills, and reaching the end would still be just an experienced extra.
However, compelled by life, making money is urgent.
In the newly added WeChat group, the pinned announcement was the group leader’s recruitment information for extras, all being recently started crews, also accompanied by shooting addresses.
Chi Ye calculated the cost-performance ratio, picked an IP-adapted modern campus play, and decided to go to the set in person to try his luck.
Chi Ye simply cleaned himself up, fished out the outfit he wore when baking cookies a few days ago to slip into, and casually grabbed a few limited-edition car keychains from the original owner’s drawer to toss into his backpack.
When Butler Zhu arrived at the bedroom door, he happened to bump into Chi Ye wearing a white sweater, jeans, and carrying a big double-shoulder backpack getting ready to go out.
Clean and refreshing.
The butler was stunned for a moment, forgetting the words at the tip of his tongue.
Chi Ye smiled and said, “Uncle Zhu, do you have anything to matter? I’m rushing to go out right now.”
Butler Zhu’s face was a bit stiff, and to cover it up, he pushed his glasses, somewhat distressedly fishing out a small notebook from his pocket.
Black cover.
Chi Ye was very familiar with it—the notebook dedicated to recording the original owner’s dark history.
“…”
Every time Butler Zhu was forced to take out this notebook, his heart had a kind of tragic feeling of bending his back and exhausting his utmost until his death (“鞠躬尽瘁死而后已”), “The Second Master said, let you report the mistakes you made today by yourself.”
Chi Ye’s expression was slightly better than Butler Zhu’s, having gone from initial shock and anger to numb acceptance of this kind of thing.
Yet he couldn’t control his expression, carrying an appearance of vicissitudes, and out of petulance said: “You just write, I once again attempted to seduce the Master, but failed.”
As soon as Butler Zhu heard it was once again such an irrelevant and trivial matter, he let out a sigh of relief, and swish swish swished a few strokes to finish writing.
But after putting away the notebook, immediately he became even more nervous,
“How could it be failed again?”
Chi Ye: “?”
Butler Zhu: “How many times is this already!”
Chi Ye: “…”
Butler Zhu lowered his voice, his expression worried, his words evasive,
“The Second Master, is impotent?”