what are you talking about! ! ! !

Luo Jian glared at him.

You little bastard, I gave you resources and you cursed me!

Xia Chi had no idea that Luo Jian's frown was a sign of anger, and he simply looked at his wrinkled face and began to read it.

[A black point in the middle of the sky penetrates the life palace, a red vein penetrates the eyes, and a needle-shaped mark appears on the forehead, indicating a "depletion of heart blood."]

[If you don't take it seriously, you'll die suddenly. ]

[Tsk tsk tsk…]

[The hegemony collapsed before it was even achieved. It seems there is no hope for Lou Xin Yue...]

Xia Chi shook his head slightly.

“???”

Luo Jian suddenly remembered Xia Chi's crow (crossed out) divine beast physique, his knees went weak and he staggered.

The staff nearby was quick to act and supported him.

"Director, what's wrong, Director?"

A cry of surprise attracted the attention of the entire crew, who gathered around and helped the director to the director's chair.

The assistant director came over and saw that Luo Jian's eyes were dazed and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Could it be heat stroke?"

The studio was stuffy and people often suffered from heatstroke. There was iced sour plum soup in a foam box in the corner, and the script supervisor immediately took it and handed it to Director Luo.

Director Luo Jian took a few sips of ice water, his thoughts finally clearing up a bit. He peered through the noisy crowd and spotted Xia Chi's cryptic figure—hook on the director's assistant's shoulder, plotting something.

Luo Jian pricked up his ears to listen to the movement over there.

Probably because there were so many people around, Xia Chi didn't deliberately lower his voice: "Hey, has our director had a physical examination recently?"

Assistant: “Yes.”

Xia Chi: "Did the doctor say there was a heart problem?"

"He said he was a bit overworked and asked me to stay up less late." The assistant said, then suddenly became alert: "Why are you asking so much?"

Xia rubbed the crooked fake beard on his chin and laughed it off, "I was just saying it casually, but the director's face is a classic example of a 'white tiger holding a heart' in physiognomy books."

The assistant was getting impatient: "What's the point of talking about white tiger or not? Speak human language."

Xia Chi: "It's just... the blood in your heart is blocked. When you're angry, your heart vessels may burst easily. You have to be extra careful."

The assistant looked at his scowling face and said, "Come on, you're not even dressed up as a Taoist priest today, so why are you singing?"

The young assistant was about to leave while speaking, but was stopped by Xia Chi.

"Hey, this is a major issue concerning the salaries of the entire team, so we should be careful. We need to prepare Danshen tablets and those quick-acting heart-saving pills for him. They can save lives in critical moments. You also need to learn first aid measures. The golden rescue time for cardiopulmonary resuscitation is only four minutes."

Xia Chi held up four fingers for emphasis.

The assistant rolled his eyes at him, not knowing how to shut up this bad mouth.

Xia Chi continued, "You also have to avoid alcohol, coffee, and staying up late. You can't scold an actor for more than three minutes. Remember, remember, remember, don't get angry."

[73 years old is a big hurdle. Only after getting through this birthday can I be considered to have safely passed this hurdle.]

Luo Jianru was pardoned.

I originally thought I was going to die, but now it seems there is still hope.

Avoid alcohol, coffee, staying up late, and getting angry...

I can't wait to write it down in a little notebook.

The assistant didn't take it seriously: "What you said is the same as not saying anything. When does our director not drink coffee, lose his temper, or curse people? Besides, he's already this old, who can persuade him?"

[Okay, let’s prepare for the funeral.]

Luo Jian: No, don’t worry.

Help me up, I still want to live...

Xia Chi put his hands on his hips, feeling a little discouraged.

[I've said everything I should and shouldn't say. If the director doesn't take it to heart, no one can persuade him.]

【We can only wait for the banquet. 】

Xia Chi couldn't help but imagine the scene: a kind photo of Director Luo was hung in the center of the mourning hall, and standing below were all the movie actors and actresses who had been scolded by him and cried.

The funeral music sounded and everyone shed tears in silence.

Dear friends, family, and colleagues: It is with deep sorrow that we bid farewell to Director Luo Jian, a leader in the film and television industry. Director Luo Jian's life was one of dedication to the art of light and shadow, and a life of devotion to the film and television industry...

Luo Jian: Wait a minute, I'm still breathing, why are you reading the eulogy? There's no rush.

[…Please look at the sides of the mourning hall. On the left, the Golden Horse Award reflects the gray hair from his late nights. On the right, a wall of honorary certificates, each stained with three pounds of coffee. Every actor present who was scolded and cried will remember that behind his violent temper lies a nearly obsessive devotion to his work…]

Luo Jian: Stop cursing, stop cursing...

I can change it. Can’t I change it?

Today, we bid farewell to the director, but his works will forever remain on screen, and his spirit will forever inspire those who come after him. May he still hold his beloved director's microphone in his other world and shout out that familiar cry: "Action!"

[Director Luo Jian, rest in peace! ]

"Aju——"

Director Luo Jian sneezed so loudly that everyone in the room was startled.

Someone come and throw this guy out!!!

"Xia Chi."

Luo Jian suddenly had an idea and came up with an excuse that would satisfy both parties, so he called Xia Chi over.

"Today we have two scenes. Later we'll film our undercover agent coming to rescue Chaoyang, and you have to be there, but your makeup..."

"What's wrong with the makeup?" Xia Chi touched his own sad and scary special effects.

"If such thick makeup falls off, I won't take the role," Luo Jian said seriously. "It will take them two hours to adjust the lighting and set the scene now. It's too hot in the studio. How about this? You go wait in the RV at the door and come down when filming starts."

"Motorhome?" Xia Chi was stunned.

Do I need to go to the RV to maintain my makeup?

[Has Director Luo Jian's attention to detail reached such a perverted level?]

[He truly is a towering figure in the film and television industry, someone who has dedicated his entire life to the film industry...]

Director Luo Jian felt his scalp tingling when he thought about these words appearing at his own funeral. He thought to himself, you've got the advantage, so just get out of here!

"Okay, Director."

Xia Chi quickly convinced himself and went to the RV with a clear conscience.

The young assistant next to him was stunned. He had followed Luo Jian for so many years and was not as naive as Xia Chi. He had never heard such a lame excuse as being afraid of the special effects makeup being worn out.

Does the director want this little extra to rest in the RV?

While he was in a daze, he found Director Luo Jian staring at him. The assistant was startled: "What's wrong, Director?"

The director thought to himself, what a useless thing! God gave me a chance to survive, but you almost rejected it. Fortunately, I have good ears.

"Go, pour out the coffee for me."

Assistant: "Hey, let's change to a new one, okay?"

Luo Jian: "No, I just threw it away with the coffee machine. From now on, I will only put Danshen tablets in my thermos."

Assistant: "Huh?"

Luo Jian: "What? Go to the nearby pharmacy immediately and buy some fast-acting heart pills. Put them in my belongings. Also, equip my car with a defibrillator and make an appointment for me with a private doctor. I need a comprehensive physical examination."

Assistant: “Huh??”

Luo Jian sternly criticized the young assistant: "As my assistant and the brother-in-law of my second cousin's grandson, you've been by my side for such a long time, and you didn't notice my health problems? You let an outsider take care of me. If I lose control of my temper in the future, you have to be there to remind me."

The young assistant was speechless. When will I be able to be your master?

On the surface, he nodded repeatedly.

He at least understood one thing, this old thief was eavesdropping!

I actually believed that charlatan!

Aren’t there so many problems that can be fixed easily?

Is this still the same old, stubborn old-fashioned guy?

When has he ever been so obedient?

He doesn't even listen to his wife!

Or is he really having heart problems?

Another ooc one.

Why did I say "again"?

The young assistant was full of questions and went to buy medicine in a daze.

*****

The road outside the studio was under repair and large vehicles could not drive in, so the crew only arranged a small RV to be parked in the yard for the actors to rest temporarily - of course, only for specific actors.

Xia Chi was led by the staff and his steps became lighter unconsciously. This was much more advanced than the plastic stool he usually squatted on to eat his lunch box.

The director said that the makeup and styling need to be maintained in the RV. Does that mean I can sit in the RV even when I’m not filming in the future?

I really benefited from Cheng Xilai.

As the car door opened, cool air mixed with a faint scent of perfume hit him in the face. The moment Xia Chi raised his foot to get on the car, he was firmly grasped by a figure in the depths of the car.

Jiang Nan was sunken in the milky white sofa, flipping through the script with his slender fingers. The halo of light from the ceiling lamp outlined the contours of his face, his eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids, and even the unwiped bruises on his neck became a perfect embellishment.

The battle-damaged male protagonist looks like he walked out of a hot-blooded anime.

"Teacher Jiang!" Xia Chi waved his hands excitedly, and was so excited that he lost himself in pride and grinned so uglily that his corn teeth were cracked.

Jiang Nan raised his eyes and smiled at him. He was used to Xia Chi's appearance. Just as he was about to call him over to sit, he heard a dry heave beside him.

A greasy-haired man nearby covered his mouth and cursed with disgust, "Where did you come from, you bastard? This car is for you to ride in? Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror?"

Gao Sheng? Jiang Nan's agent is here too?

Xia Chi froze in place, his dark skin unable to hide the redness at his ears.

Fortunately, a staff member came up to explain: "Brother Gao, this was specially arranged by the director. Teacher Xia spent two hours on this makeup..."

"Director Luo must be getting presbyopic." Gao Sheng pulled out a Hermès handkerchief and covered his nose with it. "This kind of stuff is worthy..."

"Your blue was stolen." Jiang Nan interrupted him.

"Fuck!" Gaosheng lowered his head and went to grab the blue.

The door closed behind him with a click. Xia Chi was embarrassed and didn't know what to do, so Jiang Nan waved to him and motioned him to sit over.

The space in the RV was limited, and the long sofa was occupied by Gao Sheng. The only remaining seat was facing Jiang Nan across the small table. Xia Chi moved over slowly.

[Help! Which fan is going to face the real person in zombie makeup?!]

[Hehehe... My image...]

[This was right after I beat up my idol...]

This is considered a work injury!

[The darkest moment in the history of star chasing! ]

Xia Chi’s head was almost retracted into his shell, if he had one.

"Here." Jiang Nan suddenly pushed over a glass of iced tea, with water droplets still hanging on the wall. "Quench your thirst."

"Thank you." Xia Chi was flattered and took it with both hands. His fingertips touched Jiang Nan's index finger, which he had not yet retracted. It was as cold as a piece of jade.

【I'm afraid, give me tea? 】

[It seems he doesn't hate me! ]

Xia Chi becomes bright when given a little sunshine, and the puppy eyes glance over boldly and impudently.

There seems to be a natural spring breeze between Jiang Nan's eyebrows and eyes. Even when he is not smiling, he has a gentle curve, and he can always convey kindness just right.

[This isn't milk tea, it's clearly the matchmaker's tea for love!]

[After drinking your tea, I will be yours from now on...]

【Throughout the life, never leave or abandon! 】

Xia Chi stuck the straw into the cup with a "click".