Summer 2002.

Mid-July.

It is the hottest time of the year in Peiping.

In a two-bedroom apartment on Suzhou Street outside the North Third Ring Road, Murong Fu stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind buzzing.

After a night, he finally digested the memory of this body.

He was originally the eldest son of the Murong family in Gusu, and his martial arts knowledge was considered the leader of the younger generation.

However, because he has the blood of the former Yan royal family, he always takes it as his own duty to regain the former Yan and restore him to the throne as emperor, and he will not hesitate to pay any price for this.

But because the restoration of the country was blocked one after another, even though he tried every possible means, none of them worked, and he ended up with everyone betraying his relatives. Only his maid Abi and his cousin Wang Yuyan still stayed with him.

He was depressed and unhappy, and because he had no face to face the two girls, he could only pretend to be crazy and stupid all day long, hoping to make them bored and leave.

But no matter how much he did to himself, Abi and Wang Yuyan refused to leave him.

In desperation, he could only leave secretly at night.

He returned to his hometown, Pingjiang Prefecture, and wanted to throw himself into Jinji Lake, but ended up losing his life.

But after he jumped into the lake, he woke up again and found himself here.

This is Peiping in 2002. His name here is Mu Rong, and he is an 18th-tier actor.

His parents died when he was young, so he learned Peking Opera Wusheng short fighting from his grandfather, and later was admitted to the National Academy of Drama.

Before he graduated, he was discovered by a talent scout because of his outstanding appearance, signed with Huayi, and embarked on the path of acting.

But since signing the contract, he has spent most of his time playing small roles, and he can count on one hand the number of actors he has played who have lines.

Twisting his stiff neck, he looked at a pile of novels written with "Dragon and the Eight Parts" on the bedside table, and softly uttered: "It's really ridiculous..."

His life was full of ups and downs, and all the past events were just a story compiled from a storybook?

This was a bigger blow to him than the hopelessness of national restoration.

When he woke up last night and realized this, he just wanted to slap himself to death.

But at that time, he couldn't move his whole body, couldn't even open his eyes, let alone slap himself to death.

After a night of fusion, he digested his memories, and his thoughts of committing suicide gradually faded away.

He realized that the past events that bothered him were just stories people used to entertain themselves, and were not worth mentioning at all.

He stood up slowly and came to the window.

The east has lighted up.

The streets were bustling with traffic and people.

"The fiery red sun has just risen from the mountain, and half of the sky is covered with morning glow..."

The man upstairs turned on the radio early in the morning and listened to the Laughing Forest in the Sky that he must listen to every day.

Large numbers of pigeons were flying over the buildings, their whistles whistling.

“The tide came from the Qiantang River, and today you know it’s me!”

Murong Fu muttered a sentence from his memory, his eyes gradually clearing up.

This world is the real reality.

It is the greatest luck that he can come to this world, so why bother with everything in the book?

Since God has given him a new life, he must seize this opportunity.

With his strength, as long as his spirit is there, he will be the best among people wherever he goes!

Click!

There was a noise outside the door.

Murong Fu's hearing was keen, and he jumped behind the bedroom door as soon as he stepped down.

Bang!

The next moment, he fell heavily on the bed.

"Xiao Mu! Are you awake?"

came a female voice.

Murong Fu raised his head from the quilt, took a breath, and responded loudly: "Wake up!"

"Get up quickly when you wake up."

The female voice reminded: "I have to go to the audition today, and I can't be late for the bearded scene."

Murong Fu sat up and rubbed his injured ankle, feeling surprised and confused.

Why is his Qinggong gone?

Concentrating his energy, he tried his luck, but found that the meridians in his body were empty, like a dry river bed.

No more, no more drop...

The inner strength he had cultivated for half his life just disappeared...

His eyes were lost and he sighed.

That's all, there are gains and losses.

He has already stolen a lifetime, what more could he ask for?

If you lose it, practice it again from the beginning.

Although it is not as solid as the one he has practiced since he was a child, he can achieve half of his previous life's cultivation, which is enough for him to run rampant in the world.

As far as he knew, there was no such mysterious martial arts in this world that allowed people to move up and down, with swords everywhere.

"Did you hear that?"

Not hearing his answer, the female voice raised her voice and asked again.

"Just come."

Murong Fu opened his mouth and responded.

The person outside is his agent Li Xue, and he was signed to Huayi by Li Xue.

Li Xue is seven years older than him, and she is usually responsible for Mu Rong's business negotiations and daily life.

The memory showed that Li Xue helped him contact a play and he was going to audition today. That play was exactly:

"Dragon"!

Moreover, the role he wanted to audition for was none other than Murong Fu!

Am I playing myself?

Murong Fu was in a strange mood.

I didn’t expect that in this world, I would actually be an actor.

No, it should be called an artist.

However, the artists in this world are different from the singers and actresses in his impression, and their status is not low.

Developed technology has given dramas in this world extremely powerful communication channels, and has also given artists unprecedented influence and income.

Far away in a beautiful country on the other side of the ocean, there is a place called Hollywood.

Five years ago, a director there made "Titanic", which grossed US$1.8 billion at the box office.

Roughly converted according to commodity prices, that is equivalent to 20 million taels of silver during the Song Dynasty!

You know, during the reign of Emperor Shenzong, the Song Dynasty’s annual treasury revenue was only 70 million taels of silver!

This one drama earned nearly 30% of the Song Dynasty’s annual salary!

Murong Fu could not imagine how much 20 million taels of silver were put together.

But he knows one thing.

If he had twenty million taels of silver, he would still be able to repay Qian Yan!

After resurrecting his life, he will naturally not work hard to regain Qianyan.

The career of an artist is very suitable for him. It has a lot of money and he can experience a different life. It is very interesting.

Of course, the main reason is because there is a way to make money.

"I rented a costume for you. You can try it to see if it fits."

Li Xue's voice came to the door, her voice a little excited.

This is the biggest drama she has helped Mu Rong contact. Whoever plays Zhang Jizhong and Jin Yong will be popular!

Murong Fu lowered his head and looked at the large pants and short sleeves on his body, and shook his head slightly.

This world is technologically advanced, and people can use technology to travel to the sky and the sea, and transmit messages thousands of miles away.
To be continued...