After dinner, Nanyi took Miao Xiaolan to Wansheng Street in the center of the town, took a short walk, and then walked to the near Nanhe No. 1 on Wansheng South Street. He looked outside for a while, looked at the surrounding environment, and then entered the community to see the greening.

More than twenty minutes later, Nanyi went to the small supermarket to buy two packs of cigarettes, and talked to the security guard at the entrance of the community. He talked about it all over the world, and then transferred the topic to the community related. When he heard what he wanted to know, he learned that the sales office was still open, he went to the sales office to find the sales lady to exchange feelings.

During the day, Nanyi has already seen the real estate structure of the entire town. Wansheng South Street is a prime location for real estate. Nanhe No. 1 is built next to the river. It is convenient to go anywhere, and the floor area ratio is not to be said.

I followed the sales lady to take a look at the model room. There were two households per elevator, a three-bedroom apartment of 147㎡, and the property rate was good. The property type was an apartment, and various supporting services were just right...

After looking at the house carefully, Nan Yi took the sales lady's business card and did not tell the other party about her mobile phone number. I guess the sales lady would inevitably complain, but what she didn't know was that she was lucky.

As the saying goes, when the thief does not leave, when he comes to Hengdian and sees the opportunity to make money, Nanyi will definitely not let it go. He plans to buy dozens of houses at Nanhe No. 1 to build a company that provides private and security services, and provide private accommodation, personal safety protection and paparazzi protection for celebrities who often come to Hengdian to film.

From simple private accommodation with a monthly fee of 15,000 yuan to a full range of monthly fee services, all services will be provided. In addition to illegal activities, other things such as single-handed fights or one-and-two-and-three-and-one-and-three-on-one-and-one-and-three-on-one-and-one-and-three-on-one-and-one-and-three-on-one-and-one-and-one-and-three-on-one-and-one-and-one-three-on-one-and-one-and-one-three-on-one-and-one-and-one-three-on-one-and-one-and-one-three-on-one-and-one-and-one-three-on-one-and-one-and-one-three-on-one-and-one-and-one-and-one-three-on-one-and-one-and-one-and-one-three-on-one-and-one-and-one-and-one

Of course, if there is too much movement or you are seeking death, you have to pay an additional fee that exceeds the scope of the service; if you deliberately create a little scandal, the fees must be calculated carefully, how to cooperate, to what extent, whether to cover the aftermath, etc., each item must be billed separately.

Money needs to be made, and retirees who are self-defense need to be placed. Many of them are used to the security lifestyle and do not want to change after retirement. They can only create more low-intensity security positions, and their income cannot be too low.

The pattern in the gap that Nan Yi is considering is more in line with the needs.

As celebrities, they have high incomes, affordable fees, and are relatively simple to cooperate, so they will not be too difficult for them as customers.

If anyone dares to be troubled, they don’t have to use force to suppress others. Guess if the shit in the crotch is still accumulated. The shit will not disappear, it will only transfer and exist in another way.

Back on the street, I found a stall selling buckwheat mice, ordered two bowls of buckwheat mice to wrap the dirty things in my intestines (clear the stomach and stomach). Then I went to the stall next door to buy two steamed buns and pork. I chose them specially and chose two pieces of pork that were thinner. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any bamboo shoots, so I always had a little bit of meaning.

Seeing that there were six grain cakes (corn cakes), Nan Yi bought two more cakes and sat on the stall with a simple shed for a ride. He blew the cold wind and ate warm food. He looked at the travelers coming and going, which was very comfortable.

Nan Yi was enjoying the pleasure, but not far away, a little girl was walking towards him.

The little girl is tall, about 157 cm long. If she becomes famous in the future, she can write 165 cm on the information card. As long as she likes to wear it, she can still be fooled. She looks like a bun, but she has to be a bun with vegetables and mushrooms. She purses her mouth and makes her short legs look a few steps away, and she will probably have something to do in her heart.

The little girl's name is Zhao Qing'er. She came from the north. Last year, she quit her job and participated in a competition with less attention. She won a championship and was signed by Wangshi Media to serve as an actor library. In this way, when editing the promotional materials, the number of actors in Wangshi Media increased, which looked a little better.

Zhao Qing'er is just a statistical figure. Wang Media did not give her any resources, let alone a broker. She only had a basic salary equivalent to sanitation workers. Oh, sanitation workers were added with brackets, and the brackets stated that: A temporary worker in a sanitation outsourcing company has a low salary and no social security, and has no labor relationship with the sanitation center.

The little girl stayed for several months, from being excited to being dumbfounded, and even doubting her life, which was completely different from what she thought. The world should not be like this. She was confused for a while and didn't want to waste her time there. She bought a ticket and went south to Hengdian and began her career as a supporting role.

The statement of a supporting role is actually wrong. To be more specific, it should be called Da Te.

Hengpiao is an extra, and is subdivided into the lowest-level crowd. There are no lines or shots, and it acts as a background board; the group special in the middle should have a slightly better image and height requirements; the above point is the special, divided into small special, middle special and big special, with a small number of lines and shots.

Da Te usually plays the maid next to the protagonist. He can make a few lines, usually appear several times, and can make two or three hundred a day.

Although this income is not bad, but you don’t live accurately. You may have less than 30 days of work a year. For a few thousand yuan, you have to rent a house to make a living and to dress up yourself well. If you want to climb up, you will inevitably invite dinners and sing K frequently. The money will definitely not be enough, and there is no good way to improve your condition.

Special contracts are a symbol of identity. There is an unwritten rule in Hengdian that those who run special contracts cannot go back to the masses. The price drop is really the price drop. Once you go to the masses, the value of the special contract will be gone. No crew will find a special contract to go back to the masses. Since it is running away, it is the masses.

For the special agents, it is not that they don’t want to make the money, but because of their current status, they will go to the masses and see how others will think of themselves.

There are also some special appointments to go to the night market to set up stalls to sell clothes, accessories, etc. to subsidize living expenses, but this method is very risky. Once the crew's group director and the deputy director knows it, he will probably not be able to film in the future.

In their opinion, if an actor regards acting as his lifelong career, he will not do things that are unrelated to his profession. If he has no scenes, he can practice basic lines at home to hone his acting skills. Therefore, many special agents can only grit their teeth and stand up even if they don’t have money to eat.

Of course, this reason is very reasonable, but those who use it may not necessarily use it on the right path. Usually this reason is used to pave the way for unspoken rules.

A special contributor is theoretically an actor, but in fact he is a marginal figure in the film and television industry. He must not only maintain his identity, look forward to the out-of-reach star dream, but also find a way to support himself. Moreover, this method cannot be too exaggerated.

So, whenever night falls, in the three romantic streets, a group of mysterious people will appear there, bathed in the pink lights, and invite passers-by who lack a trace of courage to play games together.

Zhao Qing'er is a little better than ordinary special appointments. She has a company and a basic salary, but she can't escape the predicament of not being able to make ends meet. At this time, there was only a 50-cent steel-core copper-plated coin left in her left pocket, her small belly was roaring, and there was a business card in the right pocket, a business card that opened the fallen door. Just call the above and she entered the outer area in an instant.

I stroked my stomach through the cotton jacket with my left hand to make my stomach feel more comfortable. I opened my mouth and took a few sips of the northwest wind. My mouth was too small and I couldn't suck much in one mouthful, so many people ran out of my nose.

Drinking the northwest wind, Zhao Qing'er's right hand tightened a little. In her palm, she held a fighter in her mobile phone. The waveguide woman's heart was already outdated, but her appearance was very beautiful. She fell in love with it at first sight.

Raising his right hand, Zhao Qing'er glanced at the phone on her palm and muttered: "How much can I change it if I use it and take it away?"

Immediately, she shook off the random thoughts in her mind and firmly put her phone back in her pocket. Without the phone, the crew could not notify her if there was any work. Basically, she could wave goodbye to her special career.

When she reached her hand in her pocket, she touched the business card, and her heart was shocked, rubbed, twisted, and put it down. After a few struggles, she still put the business card down, pulled her hand out of her pocket, raised her head to look at the food stalls lined up next to her mouth, saliva was instantly secreted, her eyes were drawn, and she stuck to a steamed bun and meat.

“It’s delicious?”

"The meat is good, it is cooked very hard and the taste is well mixed." Nan Yi stuffed the steamed bun meat into his mouth one-third, took a bite and tasted it, and then praised it.

Miao Xiaolan tasted it and said, "The meat is delicious, the steamed buns are too loose, so you won't be hungry."

"This steamed bun is not a staple food, and it was not used for people to eat at the earliest. It evolved from the steamed bun and square meat in the way of worshiping ancestors advocated by Confucius. You can see it at the banquet here for worshiping ancestors." Nan Yi said, taking another bite, biting half of the word "Fu" on the steamed bun into his mouth.

The steamed bun entered his throat, and then picked up a mouse (buckwheat lump) and put it into his mouth. When he looked up and chewed, his eyes were on Zhao Qing'er. His infatuated eyes, his mouth opened and closed, and his wriggling Adam's apple all proved that she was eyeing Nan Yi's food.

Just now, Nan Yi had already stared away with two men who were also eyeing food. It was no wonder that he would see a little girl again. It was their own choice to be hungry. He respected and did not intend to tarnish their pursuit.

However, there are exceptions for acquaintances, even if they are unilaterally familiar.

Nan Yi stretched out his index finger and pointed at Zhao Qing'er. When the other party reached out and pointed at his forehead, he changed his gesture to move. He nodded during the other party's re-confirmation.

Zhao Qing'er understood Nan Yi's gesture and knew that the other party was inviting her to come over. She recognized Nan Yi's face horizontally and could not remember when or where she had seen him. This person should be a stranger, but why did she call him?

Hesitated and struggling for a while, thinking that the other party might treat her to eat, her feet could no longer stand and leaned over step by step without being obedient.

After a while, he came to the folding table timidly and asked softly: "Sir, are you calling me?"

"Yes, do you sell buns?"

"I don't sell buns." Zhao Qing'er said in depression and displeasure.

The harmless physical characteristics are always joked by people around you. Zhao Qing'er has already formed a conditioned reflex for the word "baozi", and her temper will rise when she hears it.

"If you don't sell buns, then you can hum a song "Fable" for me, and I'll treat you to a fork... fork... char siu bun."

Swish!

Zhao Qing'er's cheeks were dyed with a red look and she stuttered: "You, do you know me?"

Nan Yi smiled and said, "You know each other. I heard that you signed in to Wang Media and signed a company. How could you go hungry?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qing'er felt shy again, and her shame was intertwined. It took her a while to recover and hesitate and could not speak.

Seeing the little girl's situation, Nan Yi stopped teasing her, "Please sit down, I'll treat you to eat."

Zhao Qing'er shook for a while, and the desire to fill her stomach overcame her face. She took a step forward, bent down and pulled the plastic stool out for a distance, then sat down, lowered her head, and looked at the table.

"I haven't eaten for a few meals?"

"One day." The sound is like a mosquito.

"Eating too much buckwheat hurts your stomach. I'll help you call half a bowl of buckwheat mice. You can first cushion your stomach, and take you to pass the level later and eat it all over the street."

"The sound is so warm." Zhao Qing'er muttered and said in a low voice: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I'll make it clear first that you have a bunny face, no breasts or butt, short, dry and like a piece of paper. As an actor, it's okay to look at it when the camera is enlarged, and it's a bit hurtful to be a woman... Forget it, not mentioning it, not mentioning it, it's a bit hurtful. So, keep holding it with your care, but don't worry too much. If I'm not drunk, I probably won't think about you."

"Sun, the words are so ugly."

Zhao Qing'er couldn't help but complain, but her worries in her heart were reduced a little. At the same time, her initial impression of Uncle Nan Yinuan became blurred.

Nan Yi is not just talking. He really doesn't feel "sexual" about Zhao Qing'er. In his identification system, Zhao Qing'er is classified as a child, and her attributes are very stable. It is unlikely that he will be reclassified before India wins the Hercules Cup.
Chapter completed!