You can't imagine the happiness of the group performance

Chapter 1 Sudden Goldfinger
"Whoa!"

A handful of water washed away the drowsiness.

Jiang Yan looked at himself in the mirror and raised a bright smile:

"Good morning, Shuaibi!"

What is it like to be woken up by yourself every morning?
Jiang Yan will tell you:

That is, I am afraid that I will wear it back!
That's right.

He came from time travel.

three days ago.

The 30-year-old Jiang Yan had just negotiated a big deal and finally made progress in his career. As a result, he drank too much at the dinner party and came here as soon as he woke up.

18 years old, 185 centimeters, both parents died, his appearance is as good as Zunlong, and he is ashamed of Yanzu.

Red lips and white teeth, sharp edges and corners, sword eyebrows and star eyes, amazing hair volume.

At first glance, I thought it was the protagonist of a manga.

This beauty is like God chasing after him to feed him!
And it's still 1998.

Except no money in your pocket.

It's a crazy start.

But it's all like this, is money still a problem?

Jiang Yan was not worried at all.

You know, this is 98 years.

With more than 20 years of prophetic advantage, he can save extremely strong funds just by speculating in the stock market for the past two years.

Then use the funds to create an empire.

What should I do if I lose money?
Continue to speculate in stocks.

We are at the plug-in level in the stock market.

But after dying once, his mind changed completely.

Do business again?
forget it.

so tired!

And I don't seem to have much talent, otherwise how could I still have such a little property when I was thirty in my previous life?

So it's better to just speculate in the stock market, spend a few years to earn a dozen or so small goals, and then just lie down and forget it.

But on this basis, I have such a high appearance in this life, why not try a new life?
So Jiang Yan quickly decided to inherit his original profession - group acting.

Speaking of filming, I really haven't seen it much.

So, just act as a group performance, see what the crew is like, and satisfy your curiosity.

If it really makes me feel interesting, then it's not impossible to go to the entertainment circle after we save enough money.

Just play!

. . . . .

Hengdian, 7 am.

Jiang Yan came to the square to find a job according to his memory, but was quickly stopped by someone.

"Xiao Yan, you are here, why did you go these few days, I haven't seen you yet."

The one who spoke was Wu Yong, the leader of the group, who was from the same town as Yuanshen, so he knew the basics, and most of Yuanshen's work came from him.

Jiang Yan wanted to find this person first, but he didn't want to be found by him first, which saved a lot of trouble.

"Angkor, something has happened these few days, but it's resolved now."

Jiang Yan handed over a cigarette and asked, "Is there any work today?"

"Yes, you wait, I'll find a good person and we'll set off." Wu Yong took Hua Zi and said with a smile, "Yo, you got rich, buy this cigarette?"

"Where is it, don't you have to keep it ready when you go out?" Jiang Yan smiled and didn't say much, and then asked, "What kind of show is it today?"

""Two Dogs as Officials", a costume drama, doesn't have many stars, but the price is okay, 30 yuan, and a lunch box!" Wu Yong said in a low voice.

These days, the price of group performances is basically between [-] and [-], and they usually eat a big pot of rice, that is, a big pot of vegetables and rice, the kind that counts after eating.

In other words, today is the maximum salary, and there is a box lunch, which is indeed a fat job.

But "Two Dogs Are Officials"?
Jiang Yan had heard of Li Wei being an official, but he had no impression of Ergou being an official.

But the unknown dramas are gone, how can he know all about them.

And his purpose this time is to try something new, so he doesn't care too much.

An hour later, a total of nearly a hundred extras came to the crew of "Two Dogs as Officials".

Soon the staff of the crew came over with several large bags wrapped in sheets.

These large bags were opened, one contained blue costumes of officers and soldiers, the other contained orange costumes of bandits, and the other contained a bunch of prop knives.

"Bandits and officers and soldiers, you assign them yourself, don't damage the weapons." The staff left after finishing speaking.

Jiang Yan naturally wanted to act as an officer and soldier, but he underestimated the fighting power of the group performers, and if he didn't pay attention, only the clothes of the bandits were left on the ground.

In desperation, Jiang Yan had no choice but to accept his fate.

He chose a big knife, and after playing with it for a while, he began to choose costumes.

"Oh, this smell."

Jiang Yan endured his nausea, and picked out another set that didn't stink so badly.

However, the moment he tidied up everything.

The sky is spinning and the sky is changing.

He crossed.

. . . . .

"23:59:55"

"23:59:54"

"..."

When Jiang Yan came back to his senses.

At first glance, I saw a countdown timer appearing in front of me.

what is this?
Goldfinger?
It's not that he didn't think that he would have a golden finger after rebirth.

But I didn't expect it to appear so suddenly.

But soon he realized that something seemed wrong.

"Where is this?"

Looking at the completely unfamiliar scenery around him, Jiang Yan suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"system!"

"Are there?"

Jiang Yan shouted in his heart.

Only breeze responded to him.

The wind is a good wind.

It blows people's whole body and feels comfortable.

The scenery is also good.

At this moment, Jiang Yan was standing on an unknown hill.

Looking around is the endless green hills.

But Jiang Yan was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery.

"What the hell does this mean?"

Sudden crossing.

24 hours countdown.

And that silent Goldfinger.

This made Jiang Yan very upset.

Another gust of mountain wind blows.

Rippled with a look of bewilderment.

. . . . .

"22:01:34"

"22:01:33"

"..."

The countdown is still beating before my eyes.

It's been almost two hours.

Jiang Yan was still in the position where he appeared at the beginning, and didn't move much.

At this time, Jiang Yan leaned against the only big tree on the hill, slumped on the ground, and looked into the distance absently.

It's not like he hasn't explored the surroundings for two hours.

Benefit from the excellent view of this hill.

As long as he looked with his eyes, he could see very far, so he knew the surrounding terrain of about three kilometers without too much effort.

It's a pity that besides the mountains, there are still mountains here.

Uninhabited.

This scares him a little.

So he didn't dare to go too far.

But rather than not daring, it would be better to say that I don't want to.

He wanted to wait until the countdown was over and see what would happen then.

Maybe, go back again, or wear it again?
Wouldn't that be a waste of time exploring the way?

If we say that when he traveled for the first time, he was excited and full of desire to explore.

For the second time travel in such a short period of time, he is absolutely cowardly.

Jiang Yan made up his mind to settle down.

As long as I don't move, I can respond to all changes with the same.

"Kuroko!"

At this moment, a rough and furious scolding sound suddenly exploded behind Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan was startled so frightened that he almost dropped the props and knives.

Fortunately, he had a similar preparation in his heart, and he reacted immediately, grasping the prop knife in a hurry, leaning against the big tree for cover, and quickly searching for the source of the sound behind him.

Soon, a strong man appeared in the field of vision.

"Heizi, your mother is so stupid that you can't even hear my voice, and you still point a knife at me?"

Before Jiang Yan could see the man's face clearly, the man cursed at him.

While cursing, the speed of his feet did not slow down, and he aggressively pushed through the weeds and rushed to Jiang Yan in three or two steps.

Jiang Yan was shocked again.

The man in front of me is in his 30s.

Dark skin, rough face.

The most important thing is the muscles of that body.

With my current small stature, I can't do it by appointment.

"Don't come over here..." Jiang Yan's soul groaned, he clenched the prop knife with both hands and was about to chop.

In this unfamiliar place, when encountering a stranger who suddenly appeared and was hostile to him, Jiang Yan's first reaction would naturally be much more extreme.

As for whether the prop knife can hack this person to death, I don't care, anyway, I'll talk about it after hacking.

However, he did not wait for him to raise the knife.

The scalp exploded.

Snapped!
"You son of a bitch, you're sleepy, you don't even recognize your father!"

The strong man slapped Jiang Yan on the head.

Then he snatched the prop knife, weighed it, and started cursing again,

"Shit bastard, the sentry will not give to the real guy, the bones are not whole..."

Jiang Yan crouched against the tree with his head in his arms, his scalp numb from the slap.

The pain is pain, but fortunately, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At least he now knew that the strong man in front of him was his father.

And he seemed to be on guard.

But why do I keep the whistle, and for whom do I keep the whistle?What unit?What role am I?
These questions flashed through my mind quickly.

Jiang Yan didn't rush to ask.

In short, it is enough to be sure that it is safe now, and the rest will be explored slowly.

Now, let's just be a son of a bitch.

"...Damn it."

The strong man scolded for 5 minutes, and finally heed it, spat hard, then kicked Jiang Yan, who was a quail, and scolded angrily, "Let's go, it's time to eat, and you're still squatting Cub, son of a turtle..."

After speaking, he pushed aside the thatch again and went down the mountain.

Jiang Yan didn't say a word, his eyes became naive, and he quickly followed.

I kept complaining in my heart.

One wears to become an orphan, and the second wears to a Zuan father, why is it so magical these days!

. . . . .

"I said, can you hurry up, Momojiu is like a bitch."

"You said that I am a man, why did you give birth to such a boring gourd, who is more pussy than his mother's pussy!"

"Wori, ancestor, can you look at it, if you step into it, the bird will be cut off by you..."

Along the way, Jiang Yan had to endure his "father"'s endless talk, and at the same time, he had to always pay attention to the traps that appeared under his feet from time to time, and he was indescribably irritated.

Through the observation of Dad along the way, he has already determined that this is not modern times.

Also, am I really born to this person in front of me?
After a few 10 minutes of talk, there is no repeat!
There are also traps that appear and disappear along the way, which don't look like they are prepared for animals.

So what the hell is my family doing?

An ominous premonition rose in Jiang Yan's heart.

Sure enough, his premonition soon came true.

"Ho ho ho.. Phew!"

Seeing Jiang Yan walking so fast, the strong man was out of breath. After spitting out thick phlegm, he opened his mouth again.

"Donkey Laobi is as old as you. You see, he is a tiger-headed tiger-headed man. He dared to stab the knife last night without even drinking cat urine. The knife hits steadily, and three hits will kill his head!"

"Slaughter two meat tickets, and today I can go out with the big head to pick up goods."

"I think I can bring back two or three heads when I come back at night."

"Look at you again! Damn you!"

"When will you let Lao Tzu honor his ancestors?!"

"I don't beg you to bring back your head. If you can make the stomachs of those girls in the prison bigger, I can die today..."

hum~
Jiang Yan couldn't listen to what the strong man said behind him.

At this time, his head was already buzzing, and he was not feeling well.

Head, meat ticket, pickpocket, prison. . .

I didn't get the words wrong. . .

My dad is a bandit?
In other words, I am also a bandit?

Jiang Yan shook his head violently.

No no no.

I must have misunderstood.

Think of me as a jade tree facing the wind, with red lips and white teeth, and a superb temperament.

How could it be a bandit?
This must be my misunderstanding.

The old man in front of him was still thinking about it, telling his expectations for his son.

Jiang Yan at the back gritted his teeth, comforting himself over and over again.

However, when he pushed aside the last handful of thatch.

After seeing the dark cottage at the end of the road and the scattered human corpses at the gate of the village.

All Jiang Yan's expectations were in vain.

If you don't play like this, I want to go back!

　Please note that I am a novice, and I didn’t know how to write a book until I wrote 60 chapters, so the previous ones will be a bit poisonous, but I don’t want to change it, so I will use history as a mirror.

　　Then lightly spray ha, or skip directly to Chapter 60.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)