Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 81: No orders, no stealing the spotlight, just fortune telling.

After working as a "flash delivery" courier for a month, Shen Li could imitate the courier's demeanor, actions, and language habits with her eyes closed.

As for the uniform... although he doesn't have one from a regular courier company, he does have a "Flash Delivery" vest!

Dark blue with a logo printed on it, once you put it on, you'll look exactly like a delivery guy!

The problem is... there are neither template cards nor self-introduction videos available right now.

"Hiss! Starting so rashly... that's a bit too hasty and might backfire... No good, let's hold back and not rush!"

After careful consideration, Shen Li finally suppressed her impulse and chose to continue observing for the time being.

Scrolling down further, you'll find a notice posted by "Sister Hua":

"Tomorrow morning, we need 5 female extras for a period drama set in the Republican era, to play dancers at the Paramount Ballroom. Requirements: hot body, able to wear a cheongsam, and able to dance. Daily pay 250 RMB, lunch included. The director will select candidates on-site. Submit a photo of yourself in a cheongsam and a full-body photo to apply. Submit a photo without makeup, don't send me one with heavy filters, I'm not blind."

The people below were incredibly attentive, like they were selecting candidates for a concubine's harem.

"Sister Hua! It's me! I'll send the information privately! You said you'd like to see my cheongsam photos last time!"

"Look at me, Sister Hua! My new high-slit dress is absolutely perfect!"

"Sister Hua is the most beautiful! Pick me, pick me!"

"Sister Hua! It's me! Little Deer! I played a dancer last time!"

"Sister Hua, I've sent you my cheongsam photos, please take a look~"

"Newbie looking for mentor! I've studied jazz dance, I can definitely rock it!"

Shen Li scrolled down and found several IDs that always managed to get front-row seats whenever "Sister Hua" posted an announcement, and "Sister Hua" would tag them individually.

For example, to the user "Little Deer," Sister Hua replied with an "OK" gesture. And to another user named "Amei," Sister Hua directly tagged her: "Come tomorrow, I've left you a message with some words."

Shen Li clicked on "Amei's" profile picture and scrolled through her WeChat Moments. It was full of photos from the film set, each one showing her wearing a different cheongsam, her figure incredibly hot. Curvy, with full breasts and a slender waist.

There was a picture of someone wearing a high-slit cheongsam, standing sideways, with the slit revealing a long, stocking-covered leg. The leg was long, straight, and white, the ultimate standard for legs to admire for years.

"This is the 'top player' in the female extras circle." Shen Li clicked her tongue in amazement and silently followed "Amei" and "Xiaolu".

Scrolling down further, Sister Dong's announcement also appeared.

Sudden change in painting style.

Sister Dong: "Tomorrow morning, we need eight female extras for a period fantasy drama, playing maids/fairies/passersby. Requirements: good looks and figures, bring your own flesh-colored base layer. Meet at 7 am in Area B of the film studio. Daily pay is 150 yuan, lunch provided (today's lunch is braised pork with potatoes + garlic broccoli + rice, the soup is winter melon and pork rib soup, I tasted it, the meat is stewed until very tender, it's good). By the way, does anyone have any throat lozenges to bring me? My throat is sore from shouting yesterday."

The replies below were even more hilarious.

"1. With throat lozenges! Sister Dong, would you like the original or lemon flavor?"

"1. Please send the information privately. By the way, Sister Dong, is the braised pork belly pork belly or lean meat? I prefer it fatty!"

"Sister Dong! I ate at that hot and sour rice noodle place you mentioned last time for five days in a row, and I got mouth ulcers! But it was worth it!"

"Sister Dong, have you replaced the foxtail grass yet? I picked one by the roadside this morning, and it's so vibrant!"

Sister Dong replied to each question in her tone, like a gossiping older woman chatting at the entrance of an alley:

"@LittleDeerLemon's Bar, the original flavor is cloyingly sweet."

"@Tingting, the five-layered pork belly is absolutely delicious, with a perfect balance of lean and fat. You'll miss out if you come too late."

"@Yuanyuan, stop eating hot and sour noodles, they're too heaty. There's a palace maid drama the day after tomorrow, and I can't use you if I break out in pimples."

"@Xiaomei, I haven't changed it yet. That one's been with me for three years, I'm attached to it. You can keep yours for now, and we'll talk about it when this one retires."

Shen Li was dumbfounded. This wasn't a group of extras! It looked like a company cafeteria group, a gossip group of old ladies in an alley, or a group for discussing how to grow foxtail grass.

On Sister Hua's side, it's like "the Empress Dowager choosing a concubine," while on Sister Dong's side, it's like "the neighborhood committee elder sister bringing warmth."

Shen Li continued to slide her fingers downwards.

A user with the ID "Hengdian Street Wanderer" caught his attention. This guy never tried to steal gigs; he only did one thing... post "Film Crew Avoidance Guides".

"Today's warning: That online movie in Zone C called 'The Domineering CEO Falls in Love with Me.' The director is a complete idiot. They filmed a rain scene this morning, and the water truck came three times, but he still didn't know what kind of shot he wanted. The extras stood in the rain for two hours, and five of them caught a cold afterward. And the boxed lunches were vegetarian."

The comments section exploded.

"Holy crap! Thanks to that street urchin! I almost got the gig tomorrow!"

"Vegetarian? They're feeding the extras vegetarian meals for a domineering CEO role? Is this production crew that poor?"

"Hey street hustler, what other juicy gossip is out there? Drop some more bombshells!"

"Hengdian Street Wanderer" posted another message: "Beware of another one. A certain assistant director, surnamed Liu, wears gold-rimmed glasses and looks refined. He specifically targets female extras, adding them on WeChat and saying, 'Let's talk about the script tonight.' Ladies, be careful, he's been talking about that script for three years and still hasn't finished."

The comments section was filled with comments like "Liu the Glasses is back again," "He was just exposed last month, and he's back with a new alias," and "Thanks, Street Stooge, I've blocked him."

Shen Li clicked into the WeChat Moments of "Hengdian Street Wanderer".

Goodness, this guy's WeChat Moments is practically an "Encyclopedia of the Dark Side of Film and Television." He posts at least three times a day, all compilations of grievances from various film and television productions.

"The director of Group A loves to yell, but he'll give you a chicken leg afterward. The director of Group B is all smiles, but he's ruthless when it comes to deducting wages. Group C has the most generous boxed lunches; they give out braised pork like it's free. The assistant director of Group D loves milk tea; if you want to get on his good side, bring him a cup with less sugar and no ice."

The accompanying photos were always taken from a candid perspective... close-ups of the crew's boxed lunches, a side profile of the assistant director with his legs crossed, and the pitiful state of the extras squatting in a corner eating their boxed lunches. Shen Li watched with great interest; it was even more addictive than watching a TV series.

"This guy is the 'censor' in the group."

Shen Li clicked her tongue in amazement, "Sister Hua relies on her aura, Sister Dong relies on loyalty, Brother Jian relies on his hard skills, and this street thug relies on... his mouth. He offends half the film studio with his mouth, but the extras treat him like a treasure."

As he scrolled down, another message made him stop.

"Tomorrow's prediction: The director and producer of the 'Qin Dynasty' drama series in Zone D had another argument tonight, and there's a high chance they'll have to change locations tomorrow. Brothers who have already accepted the job, be prepared to finish work at midnight. Don't ask me how I know, just know that I squatted next to the producer's car and smoked three cigarettes."

The ID that sent the message is "Film City Half-Immortal".

The profile picture is a Bagua compass, and the bio reads: "No commissions, no stealing scenes, just fortune telling. Weather forecasts for film studios, predictions of arguments on set, director's mood index—the perfect match for my expertise."

The comments section was instantly flooded with phrases like "The fortune teller is awesome!", "I happen to be in Zone D tomorrow, I'm so sad!", and "Brother fortune teller, what about the day after tomorrow? Will it rain the day after tomorrow?"

"Film City Half-Immortal" replied leisurely: "The day after tomorrow will be cloudy turning overcast, suitable for shooting indoor scenes, but not for outdoor scenes. For that fantasy group in Zone C, it's best not to use wire work. I observed the celestial phenomena last night, and the steel cables need to be replaced."