Competing with this group of starving ghosts is not ordinary.

Zhou Xing counted, and there were probably hundreds of people gathered outside the set. There are two or three crews in use on this set, even if each crew uses ten people to hold up to the sky, it only adds up to twenty or thirty people, and the rest of the people are destined to not even receive a boxed lunch, so they simply get up early to make soy sauce.

By seven o'clock, Zhou Xing's stomach was already rumbling with hunger. He found a crooked-necked tree by the gate of the set and rested his legs listlessly.

Looking at it with a squint, there were a lot more people waiting for the scene. Some came with children, some came with Lao Tzu, and some dragged seven or eight people with their families.

In less than an hour, there were already 180 more people outside the set. At a glance, there is not even a place to insert a pin at the entrance of the set.

Damn, big brothers, can you let Lao Tzu have a way out? Lao Tzu is brushing copies, what are you doing to join in the fun?

"System, isn't that some kind of bird performing arts union deliberately manipulating me?" Zhou Xing suspected that they were cheating to increase the difficulty of the exam.

"Do you call this persecution paranoia, do you understand? There are hundreds of millions of comedians who are taking exams in various time and space, who is especially free to embarrass you?"

"Uh, there are other people on the exam? By the way, what the hell is an acting union?" This mystery has been haunting Zhou Xing.

"Let's talk about this, it's not good to talk too much!" The system played an official tone and refused to deal with Zhou Xing anymore.

Every time you talk about the acting union, you sell it. While Zhou Xing was depressed, a man greeted him.

"Hey, pretty boy, are you here to grab the trick too?" asked a middle-aged uncle with a slightly chubby watermelon head squeezing in front of Zhou Xing.

He was wearing an old-fashioned suit, with a shiny finish, as if he hadn't washed it for ten days or eight days.

He grabbed half of the oil cake in his hand and bit it as he went. Apparently he came from home with breakfast. Coo, Zhou Xing swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously. Seeing Uncle Watermelon Head's oil cakes, he felt even hungrier.

"Do you want to eat?" the uncle saw through Zhou Xing's careful thoughts, and handed the crescent-shaped oil cake in his hand to Zhou Xing.

"No, thank you!" The dark and yellowed oil cake and the uncle's greasy hands made Zhou Xin a little nauseous.

He smiled at his uncle and said he wasn't hungry. Uncle Watermelon Retracted His Hand and ate the cake in two bites.

He wiped his hands casually on his clothes, stretched out in front of Zhou Xing and grinned, "My name is Lin Xue, I've been playing tricks in this area for a long time, and I've never seen you." What's your last name?"

Zhou Xing stretched out his hand to shake him and brought back a hand of lard. "Don't be surnamed Zhou, Zhou Xing..."

"Listening to your accent, I think I just came from the mainland, right?" Lin Xue asked curiously.

"I came here yesterday..."Zhou Xing coped with a few words without being salty. The fat man named Lin Xue doesn't seem to be impressed?

Forget it, it's important to do the task, and Zhou Xing doesn't bother to talk nonsense with this kind of anonymous NPC.

Lin Xue saw that Zhou Xing's expression was cold and a little boring. But after a while, he accosted again, "Don't blame me for being too talkative, Xingzai, I advise you to go back, this place is not for you." ”

"Oh, why?" Zhou Xing was interested.

"Look at me, I've been wearing this dress for more than ten days, and I've never washed it. Why?"

Lin Xue swaggered to open her suit, not only was the suit greasy, but the white shirt inside was also dirty, and a sour smell of sweat wafted from the white shirt.

Zhou Xing couldn't help pinching his nose. Lin Xue was unmoved, still showing his robe generously, as if showing off a great treasure.

Zhou Xing's eyes widened, but he didn't see the reason. "Because you're too poor to have clothes to wear?"

Who doesn't know that I, Lin Xue, have a house and a field, and I am a well-known landlord in Shi'o. ”

Lin Xue saw that Zhou Xing didn't seem to be joking, and patiently explained, "So you are not suitable for this industry, my dress is famous." If the director asks you to die, you have to fall to the ground and pretend to be dead, and if you ask for food, you have to lie down. Dress like me, so you won't feel distressed. ”

Lin Xue saw that Zhou Xing still didn't seem to understand, pointed to the clothes on his body and said, "Also, when the drama manager saw my clothes, they knew that I was here for a box lunch and a chance to be famous." What do you think he's going to think when he sees you? This T-shirt on you, Armani, big brother, people in Armani are going to come and play tricks?"

Zhou Xing pouted. What can I do, I'm also helpless! This copy is unknown in advance, how does he know what clothes to prepare?

"Go back and change your clothes and come back!" Lin Xue shook her legs while spitting to Zhou Xing about it.

Zhou Xing suddenly realized, he turned his head to look at the crowd around him, and sure enough, they were all wearing very simple clothes, and some even had slap-sized patches on their buttocks.

Do you want to be so exaggerated? Zhou Xing was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that there was so much knowledge here.

"Then what should I do?" Zhou Xing asked humbly.

"I think you'd better go, the drama won't choose you. Also, it's too late to change your clothes now. See, the drama is out!"

When Lin Xue saw that the main lord was coming, she no longer bothered with Zhou Xing, and squeezed towards the gate with her head bored. Zhou Xing only felt a flower in front of him, and the men, women and children around him were all rushing to the door of the set.

"Squeeze your sister!" A few footsteps that were not long-eyed hurriedly stepped on Zhou Xing's feet, and he scolded in pain. It's a pity that no one has the time to take care of him at this time, and they are all scrambling to move forward.

Zhou Xing couldn't see it anymore, if he continued like this, he would be squeezed to the back of the line.

Looking at the black head in front of him, Zhou Xing gritted his teeth. For the sake of the task, squeeze it! He relied on the height of the people and the horses, and pushed hard in the crowd. Fortunately, he is young and strong, but he doesn't suffer too much.

"Squeeze what? run to the back and line up!" Lin Xue was squeezed onto her chest with fat on her stomach.

He roared angrily, and when he turned around and saw that the crowded person was Zhou Xing, a newcomer who had just been trained, he couldn't help but be even more depressed.

"I said Zhou Gongzi, why do you want to take the opportunity with us? You better go back, the drama will not want you. ”

"Tell you a secret," Zhou Xing winked at him mysteriously, "actually... I'm a poor ghost too!"

"Cut!" Lin Xue saw that Zhou Xing didn't eat oil and salt, and she didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. Just staring intently at the doors of the set that are about to open. I saw a middle-aged woman about thirty or forty years old, with short ear-length hair and a striped long-sleeved shirt, walking out of the gate.

"The drama is coming!" I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and suddenly everyone cried and squeezed forward.

"What's the noise?" the middle-aged woman roared impatiently, revealing two large conspicuous white front teeth.

Suddenly, the whole group of dragons was silent. Don't look at the drama affairs in the crew, the position is not high, and they do all the trivial chores, but in front of these tricks, they are indeed great big shots.

Whoever has the announcement today and who doesn't, the drama manager has the final say. In the original play, the protagonist Yin Tianqiu pestered Aunt Xia every day and asked her to arrange a notice.

Seeing this middle-aged woman, Zhou Xing was overjoyed. I rely on it, God help me. I've met the plot characters again!

Isn't this the Aunt Xia in the mouth of the protagonist Yin Tianqiu?! This lord has his own aura of bewilderment, showing a stupid expression at any time, which is quite funny. Zhou Xing's eyes rolled half a circle, and he came up with an idea.

He was about to say hello, when he heard Aunt Xia announce with his waist crossed, "Don't be an old man, don't be a woman, don't want a child..."

As she made a loud announcement, the dragons around the gate sighed and walked away for the most part.

The fat man Lin Xue saw that the flow of people around him had decreased, and patted his chest with embarrassment. Fortunately, I didn't say don't want to be fat. When he saw that Zhou Xing was still behind him, he asked strangely, "Eh, why haven't you left yet?"

Then he shook his head to himself, "It's useless if you don't leave, I, Lin Xue, am a senior dragon, and I know at a glance that your efforts are in vain." ”

Zhou Xing ignored him, squeezed away the dragon set A, B, C, and Ding in front of him, walked directly to Aunt Xia, and greeted him affectionately, "Good morning, Aunt Xia!"