Actor: My Entertainment Era

Chapter 165 Secret Room Experience
At present, the new house is only equipped with Zhang Yuanjun's master bedroom and study room, and cannot provide accommodation for friends, so several people go back in two cars at night.

"Squad leader," Zhang Yuanjun began to arrange, "you drive my car and take Zhou Yang, Xu Qian and Yifei away."

"Yutong can drive, right? You drive that pickup truck and take Yawen and the three of them back,"

Zhang Yuanjun was drunk, so it was inconvenient to drive people off: "Okay, let's go, drive slowly on the road, and return a message when we arrive." Zhang Yuanjun waved his hand, and sent two cars back and forth to leave.

On the way, in Zhang Yuanjun's car.

Xu Qian and Zhou Yang, who were the most gossipy, sat in the back row, and Liu Yifei sat in the co-pilot.

They are all girls, Xu Qian lost her tune with her big mouth, she pulled Zhou Yang and said with a smile: "The third child doesn't have a girlfriend yet, if you work harder, I don't believe his heart is made of iron."

Zhou Yang said: "You started talking nonsense after drinking some wine."

"Why am I talking nonsense," Xu Qian said, "He hasn't had a girlfriend for four years in college, what's wrong with you chasing him again? Such a big house lacks a mistress."

Wang Jia, who was driving, glanced at the back row through the interior rearview mirror, and glanced at the silent co-pilot Liu Yifei out of the corner of her eye, and said with a smile: "The conditions of the third child, to put it bluntly, what kind of girl can't find me?" To? If he doesn’t talk about it, he probably really doesn’t want to talk about it.”

"Over 20, don't fall in love, you think there is something wrong with him." Xu Qian began to guess wildly.

"Nonsense." Wang Jia said, "What's wrong with him?"

"Will he not like women?"

"What are you pretending to be in your head all day!" Wang Jia said, "How will you teach students in the future if you are like this?"

Xu Qian has already won the teaching place in the school.

The two vehicles took the eight people back to their respective residences and reported to Zhang Yuanjun that they were safe.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yuanjun got up early to rush to the airport.

"I've just stayed in a new house for one night and will be going abroad for half a month. It's a real loss to buy this house."

Xiao Zhao said: "I hired someone to clean it for you."

Seeing the emotion on the assistant Xiao Zhao's face, Zhang Yuanjun asked her what happened.

Xiao Zhao said angrily: "Do you still remember the younger sister I brought to Beijing to play last year?"

"Well, let's call it Liying."

"Well, it's her. She quit her job without telling me and came to the capital."

"Come and come, it's better to work in the capital than in my hometown."

"It would be fine if she came to look for a job, she wants to be a star! She signed up for a talent show on Yahoo Search without telling me. I just found out yesterday that she has entered the finals! I am so mad."

Zhang Yuanjun smiled and said: "There's nothing to be angry about. She can enter the finals, doesn't that just mean that she is suitable for this job?"

"What is it suitable for?" My sister never praised my younger sister, "I don't have any culture, no talent, how can such a person hang out in the entertainment industry." In fact, she was worried about her younger sister.

Zhang Yuanjun comforted her: "Everyone has their own fate. As a sister, you can see her for a while, or for a lifetime? She is so old, it's time for her to make her own choice. As long as you don't break the law, you As a sister, what are you worried about?"

"You know what's going on in this circle," Xiao Zhao said, "She's just a girl who messes around." Working as a full-time assistant to Zhang Yuanjun for more than a year, she has really seen what color is in this circle. -Colorful!
"Then what can I do? You said everything you should have said last year, and this year she will go into the water. Whether it is a blessing or a curse depends on her own destiny."

"That's the only way to go." Xiao Zhao sighed slightly.

To put it bluntly, Zhao Liying is just her uncle's daughter. Although cousins ​​are close, they are not real sisters after all.

If her own brother had this idea, she would not agree to it even if she broke his legs with a stick.

Zhang Yuanjun arrived in Los Angeles with Xiao Zhao Fei, and the driver of the film crew drove to pick him up.

The two didn't go to the hotel to rest immediately, but went straight to the crew's studio.

"Zhang, long time no see." The two shook hands, Rodrigo Cortez looked tired but still enthusiastic, "I can't wait to see your performance."

"No hurry, Cortez, everything will be done as we agreed in advance, and I will definitely perform well." Zhang Yuanjun said, "Is what I want ready?"

"I found it. We found a small abandoned house in the outskirts of Los Angeles. It looks like a utility room. You can go there to find what you want. Zhang, you don't need to do this. We are a small-budget movie. There is no need to waste time like this, and I trust your acting skills."

Zhang Yuanjun said: "I have been looking for the feeling of John Yong for a long time, especially the physiological reaction of him being trapped in the coffin, I have never been very sure, so I need such an experience, give me 6 days, I will give you A perfect John Yong."

"Okay," Rodrigo Cortez couldn't hold back the boss, "shall we go now, or wait until you recover from the jet lag?"

"Of course it is now. What I want is the feeling of jet lag." The 15-hour jet lag made Zhang Yuanjun very uncomfortable now, "My assistant will ask you to take care of me these few days."

"no problem."

"What are you talking about? Don't think I don't understand." Xiao Zhao has been learning English since last year, "He wants to lock you up?!"

Zhang Yuanjun explained to her: "For the next 6 days, I will be locked in a room to experience life. Every day someone will bring me food and water. Don't worry, we will start the machine on the 15th."

"It won't be dangerous, will it?"

"No." Zhang Yuanjun smiled, "I am the lead actor and boss of this drama, what good will it do them if I have an accident? You should eat and drink these few days."

Zhang Yuanjun was locked in a utility room measuring 8 square meters.

There was nothing in the room, not even a light, save a bed and a bucket for convenience.

The utility room was tightly sealed, and the wooden boards on the wall were nailed to death, allowing only a glimmer of light to penetrate.

The staff came to deliver food and water to him at 5 pm every day, only once a day, with two slices of bread and 200ml of water each time.

Zhang Yuanjun moved in that afternoon and began to fall asleep while lying on the bed.

When he woke up, it was dark all around, and it was already night when he looked outside through the cracks in the planks.

Zhang Yuanjun groped in the dark, and found the dinner plate at the door, which contained today's food and water.

Zhang Yuanjun ate and drank.

It's true that I'm not full, but it should last for a while.

Nothing happened, he sat on the bed and recited his lines and ancient poems.

I didn't know how many hours I had recited it, and it was not yet dawn, so Zhang Yuanjun did push-ups in the room, trying to fatigue himself so that he could fall asleep quickly.

However, Zhang Yuanjun overlooked one point, exercise can make people tired, but also can make people hungry.

Before dawn, Zhang Yuanjun's stomach was already growling.

Zhang Yuanjun lay still on the bed, he wanted to keep his energy until the afternoon meal was delivered.

At some point, Zhang Yuanjun fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes with difficulty, he looked at the delivery port at the door, but there was no food.

The light in the room was very dark, so dark that Zhang Yuanjun wouldn't know if it was night or day if it wasn't for a crack in the corner, through which there was a ray of light.

really hungry.

Still very thirsty.

A good night's sleep did not relieve his jet lag, but exacerbated his physical discomfort.

But Zhang Yuanjun was in a good mood at this time, he knew that he was experiencing life.

Finally, in the afternoon, when the delivery port opened and closed, two slices of bread and half a bottle of water were brought in.

Zhang Yuanjun walked slowly to the door to take it, and after eating, he lay obediently on the bed, not daring to move any more.

The next day, the physical discomfort intensified again, and an unpleasant smell began to emit from the wooden barrel in the corner.

On the third day, Zhang Yuanjun's mentality began to have problems. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon—he didn't know it was 3 o'clock, Zhang Yuanjun's voice of cursing came from the room.

Call Rodrigo Cortez son of b***h and say he will be fired.

At first, they cursed in English, then switched to Chinese, and all kinds of bad words that were not allowed to be broadcast came from the room.

But the outside world has never responded.

Because Zhang Yuanjun and Rodrigo Cortes made an agreement, no matter how much Zhang Yuanjun scolded him inside, don't pay attention to him.

On the morning of the fourth day, Zhang Yuanjun was still swearing. Zhang Yuanjun poured all the swear words he could think of in his life on Rodrigue.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yuanjun began to beg for mercy, begging him to let him go out.

At night, Zhang Yuanjun began to lie to the outside world, saying that he was sick and needed to see a doctor, and that if he didn't open the door for himself, he would die in the secret room.

This really scared Rodrigo. At night, he opened the door and glanced into the room with a flashlight.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanjun came out from nowhere, pushed Rodrigo away and ran out.

"Quick! Grab him!" Rodrigo yelled.

The weak Zhang Yuanjun was caught before he ran very far.

"It seems that you are not sick," Rodrigo said, "lock him back in."

"Cortez," Zhang Yuanjun begged, "don't lock me in, I'll invest in you and let you make movies."

"No, Zhang, we're making a movie right now."

Zhang Yuanjun was locked in a small black room again.

On the fifth day, there was no sound in the small black room.

The food delivery staff glanced in through the delivery opening and found that there was no one on the bed, but when the plate was passed in through the opening, one hand quickly grabbed the bread on the plate.

It seems that Zhang Yuanjun is squatting at the door waiting to deliver the food.

On the sixth day, Zhang Yuanjun lay weakly on the bed, not wanting to scold him anymore, and he had no energy to scold him anymore.

He was feverish, hungry, thirsty, and tired.

But the actor's instinct told him that it was this feeling, remember it, physically and psychologically, remember it.

Staring dazedly, Zhang Yuanjun fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in the hospital.

(End of this chapter)