"If third-rate actors experience the plot in order to wash away the sand and cultivate newcomers with excellent acting skills to serve as fresh blood, then second-rate actors will start to fight to let the actors show their value and please those unknown existences."

Ji Sanyuan wiped his face and his expression suddenly became solemn.

"Is that so, what does this have to do with the cameo you mentioned?"

"Of course it's relevant. Although we will take on the main task when we enter the plot world, we will ensure that the direction of the big plot will not deviate.

However, the performance of actors is unrestricted in this process. Some people are willing to fight to the death without urging, while others like to mess around. Especially those lucky guys, they can gain something even if they are involved in a plot world.

When such a negative performance plot appears, the theater will release a guest role task, and temporarily recruit actors to act as plot characters to force actors to increase the excitement of the plot.

This is the opportunity for other actors. After advancing to second-rate, the theater will no longer treat you as a baby. The plot will never be distributed according to personal careers.

For example, if you are a Taoist priest, you might arrange a plot of "Alien vs. Iron-Defender" for you to play in the next game.

Therefore, the guest appearance mission is a shortcut to our ability to increase our strength, and we choose movies that suit our profession in a variety of plots.

The most important thing is that the guest appearance will only have one main task, and even if it cannot be completed, it will be deducted at most. As long as you don’t work too much, there will be no danger at all. It will not increase the number of film participation, but it will only take up some rest time.

So, you understand?"

Ji Sanyuan's words were not beyond Shang Biao's expectations. He had guessed in his mind before. Just the films he had experienced were almost all scenes suitable for the Taoist profession.

Even if he was cheated in "God Killer" that time, he did not throw him into any high-tech or magical alien plot. Otherwise, a beam of laser cannon would be shot down, and even if he could survive, he would not be able to withstand the energy weapons that would destroy the world.

It seems that the plot is a bit troublesome. Shang Biao sighed in his heart that the theater is not a charity, so how could it do such a humane thing? Sure enough, the ultimate goal is to fatten the pig and then slaughter it.

"The last question, will kill the plot character lose the treasure chest when you make a cameo?"

Shang Biao pondered for a moment and digested what Ji Sanyuan said, and asked.

"I just want to think about beautiful things. How can such a risk-free thing give you such treatment? Not only does it have a treasure chest, but it also has very little rewards for completing the main task. When it comes to the level of a second-rate actor, the most important thing is to explore your own profession.

Okay, what I said is enough to repay you with this prop. Finally, I would like to advise you that it is best to make a guest appearance before entering the final film, be familiar with the plot of the lower second-rate actors, and don’t just turn it in in a mess.”

Ji Sanyuan stood up and shook the water spot on his body, put on a bath towel and left the hot spring pool.

Without him reminding him, Shang Biao was also ready to do so.

However, before this, there is something else to be determined in reality.

......

x City, the rain is continuous, the lead clouds are dense, and the people under the ridiculed rain are tingling, and Shang Biao's familiar descendants are already covered with white silk.

Although he wasted a lot of time in the last plot, Wen Ya's body had been burned at that time. It was not until recently that the Wei'an team determined the fact of her death, so the funeral was delayed until now.

Wreaths of all sizes are filled with the inside and outside of the Grand Historian Temple. Funerals in big cities are usually handled in the funeral home, but Wen Peng insists on building a tomb for his sister in this Grand Historian Temple. His parents couldn't resist him and had to agree.

Shang Biao arrived on the last day of the first seventh day. Those who should have been sad had already expressed their sorrow. Except for the two old men still crying in the mourning hall, other guests wearing white cloth sleeves had already begun to whisper and laugh and reminisce.

Shang Biao walked into the mourning hall and put down a bouquet of white chrysanthemums under the black and white photo next to the eternal light, without saying anything.

Although Wen Ya entered the theater with the abandoned Maoshan disciple, based on Shang Biao's understanding, she should be able to pass the audition video.

After following the process of condolences, Shang Biao found that his dear junior brother was not here to welcome and see the guests.

"Bastard, it turns out that person was you before!"

Shang Biao refused Wen's father's accompanying him. As soon as he left the gate of the grandson's temple, he was pulled down by the woman wearing a pair of sunglasses covering her face and sunglasses.

"So, should you thank me! Not everyone has it for watching your funeral experience with your own eyes."

Shang Biao heard the familiar voice and smiled distractedly. The only one who could talk to him like this in this world was this elder sister who grew up with her bare butt.

"Thank you, a ghost!"

Wen Ya let go of Shang Biao dejectedly, and her rough posture could only be shown when facing Shang Biao.

"No wonder you were able to pass the audition. My junior brother actually transferred the old ghost to you."

Seeing the familiar Yin Qi in Wen Ya's body, Shang Biao understood the reason.

Wen Ya glanced at him and said, "I am now the authentic descendant of Yinshan. If I don't pass it on to me, would it be for you, a black-hearted bastard?"

Shang Biao didn't care, but showed a hint of curiosity in his eyes and said with a smile: "Haha, the old man's hand is so clever. No one would have thought that the inheritance of Yinshan would eventually fall on a woman.

But I'm so surprised that there are many old rivals from the Yinshan Sect in the Vi’an group, so no one has discovered your identity?"

Wen Ya showed a fool's gaze and said, "Times have changed long ago, and it is because you and Xiaopeng were too poisoned by that old man that they have such old-fashioned ideas.

Besides, I just practiced the introductory mental methods, but I didn’t practice the shameful Yinshan methods of you, so who would care about these?"

Shang Biao was about to say something else, but the phone on Wen Ya rang.

"Hey, Team Ge!"

"Okay, I'll go back right away!"

Wen Ya said a few words after answering, and hung up the phone.

"It seems that you have returned to the security team and have a wise choice. You are good at practicing in the public sector. If you want to survive in the theater, you have a big force that is definitely better than fighting alone."

"Oh, then did you choose that force?"

"I'll fight alone!"

Wen Ya rolled her eyes and showed an expression that was indeed like this.

"I knew you couldn't stand the control and had been a stubborn donkey since I was a child."

"Okay, you go to your Yangguan Road, I go to my single-plank bridge, and I hope to meet in the video one day."

Shang Biao bowed and turned around and left. He originally wanted to win over and help the elder sister, but it seemed that it was no longer necessary.

But this seems to be an opportunity. Can I use the Wen Ya line to get in touch with the Wei'an Group in the future?
Chapter completed!