This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

Lin Jue downloaded a local app and entered 'Xinqiao Apartment' into it.

The app displayed rental information for Xinqiao Apartment, with various unit types available, priced between 500-1000. The poster's surname was Zhu, and the introduction indicated he was the landlord of the apartment.

To own an entire apartment building, he must be a wealthy man.

Lin Jue sighed and, after finding the introduction information, noted down the landlord's phone number.

He planned to use a public phone tomorrow to contact this landlord.

Since he was acting, he needed to separate the character from his own life.

…

The next morning, Lin Jue transformed into Wang Tianshu, slung his bag over his shoulder, and went to a newsstand on the street to call the landlord.

The phone rang a few times before a tired male voice answered: "Hello."

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhu?"

"Who is this?"

"Mr. Zhu, it's… um… I saw your rental information online and wanted to… um… rent! Rent a room."

Lin Jue tried to make his voice sound younger, but he spoke very slowly, as if he was carefully choosing each word.

The character of Wang Tianshu should be very withdrawn and rarely communicate with people. His purpose in speaking this way was to get closer to the character.

This way, the acting score would be higher.

"Rent a room?" The other party sounded somewhat bewildered: "The apartment will be demolished in two months, and many tenants have already moved out."

"But… um… I just saw the rental ad yesterday…"

"That must be because I forgot to take it down. Look for another place." With that, Mr. Zhu prepared to hang up the phone.

Lin Jue's face flushed red: "Mr. Zhu, don't, don't hang up!"

"I won't be staying long, it's just that I just graduated and haven't found a job yet, so I'll just stay for a month."

"Yes, one month is fine. After I, um, find a job, I'll move out and won't bother you."

He said cautiously, his tone becoming somewhat lost: "I don't have much savings left, and I don't dare tell my family. There are no cheaper houses nearby."

He said a lot in one breath, and after he finished, he let out a long sigh of relief, as if saying so much required great courage.

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "You're not having an easy time either. Come over, but you can only rent for one month."

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Zhu!" Lin Jue's pitch rose a lot, his eyes excited, happy like a child.

After hanging up the phone, he got on the bus and headed to Xinqiao Apartment.

Xinqiao Apartment was called an apartment, but in reality, it was just an old building, only four stories high, with a large "DEMOLISH" character written on the exterior wall in vermilion paint.

From the outside, it looked like almost no one lived in the building, lifeless.

Lin Jue got off the bus and inadvertently glanced at the street camera.

There were no cameras in the play, and these cameras were the best shooting tools, and everyone in the script was his audience.

With his bag on his back and his head slightly lowered, he approached Xinqiao Apartment.

The gate of Xinqiao Apartment was locked by an iron gate. Lin Jue tried it but couldn't open it, so he had no choice but to muster up his courage and shout, "Is anyone there?"

The door to the room on the right side of the gate was opened, and a middle-aged man walked out.

The man was about thirty-five years old, with unshaven stubble around his mouth and a tired face.

This should be the landlord, Mr. Zhu.

While Lin Jue was sizing up Mr. Zhu, the other party was also sizing him up. From the voice on the phone, he thought this was just a frustrated ordinary graduate.

But when he really saw him, he was taken aback. The young man in front of him, in his early twenties, was lifeless, hunched over, with shifty eyes, afraid to make eye contact.

A gray checkered shirt, faded jeans, a camera hanging around his neck, and a somewhat old bag on his back.

Withdrawn, probably with some psychological problems, and also very poor.

This was Mr. Zhu's first impression of Lin Jue.

Thinking this, he put on a smile, trying to make himself look kinder: "You're the young man who wanted to rent a room on the phone, right?"

"Yes, it's me." Lin Jue nodded quickly.

Mr. Zhu opened the door and led Lin Jue in, smiling wryly: "As you can see, the apartment is in this condition now, and there are very few people…"

"It's okay, I don't mind." Lin Jue interjected.

Mr. Zhu's expression suddenly became strange. Lin Jue seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, and lowered his head: "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

This young man is not very good at speaking.

Mr. Zhu added another comment to Lin Jue, shook his head, and said: "It's okay, what I mean is that there are many empty rooms here, you can just choose one to live in, and the rent will be according to the online price."

He added another sentence: "But you should not choose a room on the first floor."

Can't choose the first floor?

Except for Mr. Zhu's 101, the other rooms on the first floor seemed to be empty. Why couldn't he choose them?

Lin Jue was puzzled in his heart, but he still nodded quickly: "Okay."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the rooms. You should be fine living in a single room alone, right?"

Mr. Zhu led Lin Jue upstairs. Just as they walked to the hallway, Lin Jue heard a muffled sound from Mr. Zhu's 101 room, as if someone had fallen off the bed.

"Excuse me!" Mr. Zhu's face changed, and without bothering to take Lin Jue upstairs, he ran back to the room.

Lin Jue followed closely behind. The door of room 101 was half-open. Next to the sofa in the warmly decorated living room was an iron bed, and a middle-aged woman was lying beside the foot of the bed.

It seemed that this woman had just fallen off the bed.

Lin Jue's gaze stopped on the woman's legs. Below the thighs, it was empty, leaving only two empty trouser legs.

This woman is disabled? Is she Mr. Zhu's wife?

Mr. Zhu hurriedly went over and lifted the woman up, placing her back on the bed. He turned to look at Lin Jue, who was hiding behind the door, and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, this is my wife… What are you filming?"

Without knowing when, Lin Jue turned on the camera hanging around his neck and filmed Mr. Zhu and the middle-aged woman.

Mr. Zhu's sudden roar startled Lin Jue, who said timidly: "Sorry, um… Mr. Zhu, this is your wife, right? I was just touched by that warm scene, so I…"

"Don't film!"

Mr. Zhu walked over directly and covered Lin Jue's camera.

Seeing the frightened expression on Lin Jue's face, perhaps feeling that his reaction was a bit too much, his tone softened: "My wife had a car accident a few years ago, and her legs couldn't be saved. She has been staying in bed all these years and is very sensitive. She doesn't like strangers…"

Saying that, he stared at the camera in Lin Jue's hand: "She especially doesn't like people filming her, after all, being paralyzed in bed is not something to be proud of."

"Okay… um, I won't do it next time…" Lin Jue lowered his head like a scolded primary school student and turned off the camera in his hand.

Looking at Lin Jue like this, Mr. Zhu didn't say anything more. He went over and put the quilt on the woman, stroking the woman's hair tenderly: "Be good and wait for me at home. I'll be back after I take this little brother to see the rooms."

After doing all this, he returned to Lin Jue's side: "Let's go."

As he left, Lin Jue looked back at the woman. The woman was staring at him intently, her turbid eyes full of bloodshot, opening her mouth as if she wanted to say something.