Drink This Bowl Of Dog Blood! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

The next day.

When Song Yanxing arrived home, Jiang Wei had already been waiting on the sofa for a long time.

“Where have you been? I knocked for ages and you did not open up, and I could not reach you by phone either. Fearing something had happened, I let myself in,” Jiang Wei said, standing up to look at the person entering.

Song Yanxing hung his coat on the rack by the door, took out his phone to show the black screen, and gestured. “It died. I was out negotiating a divorce.”

Hearing this, Jiang Wei jumped up and rushed over. “Holy crap, for real?”

“For real. We are going to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow,” Song Yanxing said with a helpless smile. He walked toward the table to grab a glass of water, but she beat him to it.

Jiang Wei filled the glass, handed it over diligently, and cheered, “That is fantastic!” Suddenly, her high spirits checked themselves. “Uh, I did not mean it like that.” She peered at the man’s expression.

Truthfully, Jiang Wei had always treated Song Yanxing, who was a year younger than her, like a younger brother. When he retired from the industry for love, she felt more worry than anything else. She saw no trace of love in Ye Hui’s eyes; only the love-brained Song Yanxing had failed to notice. Thus, she was sincerely happy that her silly brother was escaping that sea of misery.

“It is fine. He and I are completely over,” Song Yanxing said candidly.

Jiang Wei remained half-doubtful. She did not believe someone so infatuated could just let go like that. Sensing her thoughts, Song Yanxing said nothing more; his future actions would prove it.

After finishing the gossip, Jiang Wei remembered her business. She leaned her elbows on the table and asked, “Are you ready for the audition at six this afternoon?”

“No major problems,” Song Yanxing replied, setting down his glass.

In his original world, Song Yanxing was an immensely popular Best Actor, so an audition held no difficulty for him. Seeing his assured look, Jiang Wei’s inner worries and anxieties mostly dissipated.

6:00 PM.

The two arrived at Xu Zhengyang’s studio. The benches in the hallway were filled with people waiting to audition.

Song Yanxing, wearing a black mask and a hat, turned his head slightly in surprise. “Why are there so many people?”

Jiang Wei, fiddling with her phone, replied casually, “There must be other roles being auditioned for.” She looked up at the busy crowd and reminisced, “I have to say, this really looks like back when we were newcomers, auditioning everywhere just to find a chance.”

They looked at each other and smiled. Venturing into the entertainment industry as newcomers without background or connections was indeed full of ups and downs. Fortunately, one was a gifted actor, and the other was a shrewd manager.

“Someone is coming to pick us up,” Jiang Wei instructed. Not far away, a young man in a suit spotted them and quickly approached.

“Are you Teacher Song and Teacher Jiang? Our director was just mentioning you,” the young man said. His name was Su Jiyang, a directorial assistant trained by Xu Zhengyang.

Jiang Wei stepped forward first and shook his hand. “Long time no see. We just arrived; the traffic was a bit heavy.”

After some polite exchange, they walked toward the large inner room.

“Crap, am I seeing things? Is that the Great Movie Star Song Yanxing?” A clean-cut boy sitting nearby, having overheard the conversation, nudged his companion excitedly.

The companion, used to the boy’s fussing, said calmly, “Have you not heard the rumors? He is making a comeback.” He adjusted his glasses and continued, “Besides, how many people in this industry can be called Teacher Song? It is almost certainly him.”

The clean-cut boy grinned. “Hehe, then we might have a chance to meet our idol up close!”

A man nearby wearing a black leather jacket overheard and let out a mocking expression. “Tsk, he is just an over-the-hill actor coming back to milk the fans for money. Who knows where his acting skills went? Wearing a mask? He probably aged poorly or had a botched plastic surgery and is afraid to show his face. Some people really treat him like a treasure.”

“You” The boy was so angry he wanted to rush forward, but his companion with glasses stopped him.

“We are at an interview. Do not cause trouble, or you can quit the industry and go home right now,” he threatened in a low voice into the boy’s ear.

The boy instantly calmed down. His golden curls, which had been standing on end, slumped as he pouted. “I know!” He then turned his head to glare fiercely at the man in the leather jacket.

Such comments were completely cut off once the door closed.

“Yanxing is here!” Xu Zhengyang stood up upon seeing him.

Song Yanxing stepped forward and said warmly, “Thank you, Director Xu, for this opportunity.”

“Bah, do not say that. If you were not making a comeback, I really was not planning to film this movie. I could not find anyone more suitable than you!” Xu Zhengyang raised his eyebrows and said loudly.

After a brief chat, they got down to business.

The movie Breeze tells the patriotic story of Ying Buwen, a famous Peking Opera performer in the 1920s and 30s. He refused to fear authority and eventually chose to commit suicide at home rather than compromise his integrity.

The scene for the audition was an unexpected accident at the opera house where Ying Buwen was pushed onto the stage to save the show for his first performance. Facing the audience’s doubt and distrust, his brilliant performance turned him into an overnight sensation that shook Nancheng.

Once Xu Zhengyang and the others were seated, Song Yanxing gave a slight bow and shifted into character.

He frowned slightly, his fingers grasping an invisible door curtain, hesitating over whether to step out.

“Buwen, Zi Ning’s throat is inflamed and he cannot perform. Our house has no other outstanding Dan performers; we have to rely on you,” a staff member reading lines for the scene said.

Ying Buwen lowered his eyes. In his ears were the pleas of the house elders; in the front hall were the dissatisfied murmurs of the audience upon learning of the last-minute cast change. He nodded and took the stage under the cheers of his fellow apprentices.

Ying Buwen stepped onto the stage, putting all opposition from the audience out of his mind. As the accompaniment began, he seemed born of the opera itself.

“Watch the Great King as he sleeps soundly in the tent, fully clothed”

Ying Buwen’s singing was clear and distinct, his tone bright and mellow, his melody lingering and charming. He opened with the authentic Mei School style. The audience fell silent, appearing to be transported into the historical tide of the Great Chu’s defeat.

He moved a few steps lightly, his fingers deftly making a Winter-Resistant gesture. “I step outside the tent to dissipate my sorrow”

“Walking forward with light steps, standing firm in the wild I look up and see the clear, bright moonlight in the jade sky” Ying Buwen made a Wind-Facing gesture toward the non-existent moon, showing a vivid expression of slight surprise. The next second, he ended the performance with effortless control and gave a gentle bow to the audience.

The room was silent for a moment, then applause erupted.

“Splendid! I truly did not pick the wrong person. Ying Buwen’s hesitation and his subsequent decisiveness were acted very well.” Xu Zhengyang spoke first, and the investors beside him also smiled.

The original soul had studied a bit of opera, which was one of the reasons Xu Zhengyang had insisted on Song Yanxing. Hearing this, Song Yanxing’s lips curved into a smile. After discussing the contract and filming details, Song Yanxing and his manager took their leave.

They did not know that the news of this audition had already reached the internet, sparking a heated discussion.

Jiang Wei dropped him back at his apartment and was about to leave when he called her back. She rubbed her twitching eyelid, suppressed an ill omen, and sat on the sofa. Song Yanxing placed a glass of water in front of her distracted self and cleared his throat to speak.

“Wait! You are not regretting it and wanting to retire again, are you? That will not work, the contract is about to be signed!” Jiang Wei’s lips were pressed tight.

Song Yanxing did not know whether to laugh or cry. “It is not about that.”

Jiang Wei’s body relaxed slightly, thinking that as long as he was not retiring, it was fine.

“I want to participate in that variety show A Heartbeat Again. I have checked the schedule; it will not clash with Director Xu’s movie.” Song Yanxing sat on the opposite sofa as he spoke.

At first, Jiang Wei thought it was just a regular dating show and felt it was fine, but the relevant information suddenly flooded her mind. Her manicured nails gripped the leather of the sofa as if she were having a heart attack.

A Heartbeat Again is China’s first transit dating show for divorced male couples. Every year, it invites same-sex divorced lovers from various fields. In this show, you can reconcile with an old love or start a new relationship. Because of the 24/7 monitoring and unscripted filming, its popularity and topic level are unprecedented, but it also means a person’s every nuance is magnified.

For a Movie King about to make a comeback to participate was inappropriate no matter how you looked at it.

“No Brother, what are you after?” Jiang Wei gritted her teeth.

Song Yanxing said calmly, “I am after a divorce.”

The battle-hardened Jiang Wei thought for a moment and figured out the logic. Her eyebrows knitted together and then smoothed out. She let out a tsk and said, “I have seen plenty of storms. We will handle whatever comes. Just make sure to give our studio employees a big raise later, Big Boss!”

“Certainly.” The Big Boss Song Yanxing pursed his lips and laughed, his peach-blossom eyes curving slightly.

The reorganization of the studio was very fast; everything was basically in place now. Song Yanxing had plenty of money, and the employee benefits he provided hit the mark perfectly.

Early the next morning.

The masked Song Yanxing appeared on time at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau. After waiting a moment, Ye Hui also appeared. Ten minutes later, the two successfully completed the divorce procedures.

The two walked out one after the other. Song Yanxing gave a simple greeting and was about to leave when he was called back. Ye Hui’s lips were pressed tight, looking somewhat anxious. “Yanxing”

Song Yanxing turned around, his gaze surprised. For a moment, he seemed to think of something and said considerately, “I have already had my manager contact that variety show. There should be a result soon.”

But that was not what Ye Hui wanted to say. He lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions within. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome.”

Ye Hui clenched his fists, watching the distant figure and wondering about his own strange feelings these past few days. A person always feels some reluctance toward something they once owned and then lost; that is normal, or so he thought.

His phone rang, and Ye Hui, his thoughts interrupted, withdrew his gaze. When he saw the caller ID, the corners of his mouth lifted.

“Hello, Chi Ting, you are back?”

On the other side, the mechanical voice in Song Yanxing’s mind also rang out.

Ding. Value changed. Current Persona Value has reached 100%.

Congratulations to the Host for breaking free from the persona restrictions!