Chapter 8 Korean? Japanese? English? I just love learning! Making a living off my looks is the right
Chapter 8 Korean? Japanese? English? I just love learning! Making a living off my looks is the right
Meng Ziyi asked, "I acted quite naturally as Shi Yan, and Director Cheng also said I acted very well, but Lin Run'er seemed a little out of sync with my performance."
Han Xian reminded him, "You should focus on playing your role as Shi Yan well first. As for Lin Run'er... talk to her before filming!"
"The problem is that she doesn't speak much Chinese, and I don't speak much Korean either. We have communication barriers because of the language barrier!"
"Lin Run'er should have a translator, right? I think I've seen that female translator before."
"She does offer simultaneous translation services, but it's not cheap; it seems to cost over a thousand yuan a day."
"Over a thousand a day? Is simultaneous translation really that lucrative?"
Han Xian was surprised.
His daily wage as an extra is 120 yuan, plus 200 yuan for two or three special scenes.
The wages he earned for five or six days as an extra were barely the same as what he earned in a day as a simultaneous interpreter.
This is truly... comparing yourself to others is infuriating!
Meng Ziyi covered her mouth and smiled faintly, "Envious?"
Han Xian nodded, "More than a thousand a day, no wonder I'm envious!"
"There's no use being envious. They have someone with them 24/7, and you can't speak Korean anyway."
"Who says I can't speak Korean?"
"You can speak Korean? Really?"
"Of course! Ando (No way), Shiba, Daifa, Yashi, Aishishi, Chugushipo (Do you want to die?)"
"Oh my god! You really speak Korean?"
Meng Ziyi's eyes lit up with excitement. "Han Xian, why don't you be my translator! Lin Run'er's simultaneous interpreter has the highest level 6 Korean certificate, and she earns over a thousand a day. What level are you?"
"Well……"
Han Xian smirked, "I'm not even a Level 1. I only know these few phrases; I don't understand much else."
"That's all you know? You didn't see... um..."
Meng Ziyi was stunned for a few seconds, looked at Han Xian with a strange expression, and then awkwardly turned her head to look at the bright moon outside the window, her ears even turning a little red.
I've only heard that... you can learn Japanese and English by watching.
Could it be that watching... can teach you Korean?
This Han Xian... really loves studying!
What are you looking at?
Gan!
No, I didn't, you're talking nonsense!
Han Xian said seriously, "I learned these few Korean phrases from watching Korean dramas. The actors in the dramas often shout these words when they are in a state of impotence and rage. I learned them after listening to them a lot."
Korean only has a limited vocabulary. If you watch a lot of Korean dramas, you can understand it by reading the subtitles.
However, being able to understand doesn't mean being able to speak. Currently, all he can say are those impotent rage interjections.
Meng Ziyi forced a smile, "Mmm, I understand, I understand!"
"You don't understand! I really learned it from watching Korean dramas!" Han Xian rolled his eyes, stood up, turned around and left. "Fine, I'm not explaining to you anymore, I'm leaving."
"Okay, bye-bye, see you tomorrow."
Meng Ziyi waved politely, her eyes fixed on Han Xian's disheveled escape, a slight smile playing on her lips.
I can't believe even such a handsome scumbag would watch this...
That makes sense, you can't be a scumbag without studying hard!
correct!
I should call Sister Yuanyuan now; I wonder if she managed to buy Han Xian's clothes.
soon.
The female assistant returned to the hotel carrying two bags and two packets of brown sugar ginger and jujube tea.
Meng Ziyi was taken aback. "Why did you buy brown sugar ginger and jujube tea?"
The female assistant smiled knowingly. "It wasn't me who wanted to buy it. Han Xian texted me and told me to buy it. He said that drinking some brown sugar, ginger, and jujube tea in winter can warm the stomach, body, hands, and feet. I don't need to tell you whose hands it warms, do I?"
Meng Ziyi pursed her pretty red lips, forcing a smile, and waved her hand casually, saying, "Of course, he's warming our hands and feet. I have to say, he's quite thoughtful."
The female assistant grinned, her face full of gossip. "Sister Meng, Han Xian made you drink hot milk tea and asked me to buy brown sugar ginger and jujube tea. He's so attentive to you... isn't that right... umm?"
Meng Ziyi smirked, "What 'hmm'? There's no way he could have feelings for me."
"Seriously, sis? He's been so concerned about you, and he still doesn't have feelings for you? Shouldn't you reconsider?"
"No matter how much I think about it, there's no way he could have feelings for me. He told me that he... well, anyway, there's no way he could have feelings for me, and I won't have feelings for him either."
Meng Ziyi stopped herself in time, without mentioning that Han Xian wouldn't give up the whole forest for her.
She only needs to know about this; there's no need to tell Yuanyuan, otherwise she'd be betraying Han Xian's trust in her.
but.
Brown sugar ginger and jujube tea is really sweet, and a little spicy too!
……
Buzz!
Han Xian had just closed his eyes on his employee's hard bed, which cost eighty yuan a day, when his Mate 7 suddenly vibrated.
Upon opening the message, he found that Meng Ziyi had sent him a WeChat red envelope containing 2,000 yuan, followed by four other messages.
Sister Meng: The tuition for lunch is two thousand yuan for two classes. Please have Teacher Han sign for it. (clasps hands in a fist)
Sister Meng: Sister Yuanyuan is coming to deliver something to you as payment for working overtime today. Please have Teacher Han sign for it. (smiley face)
Sister Meng: Thank you so much for the brown sugar ginger and jujube tea. (Thank you)
Sister Meng: Breakfast will be served at the hotel restaurant at 6:30 am tomorrow. Don't forget to get up and have breakfast. Good night (see you tomorrow).
Han Xian accepted the red envelope and sent "Thank you" and "Boss is generous" emojis, followed by "You're welcome" and "Good night" emojis.
Just after he finished sending the package, his female assistant, Sister Yuanyuan, knocked on the door to deliver something. Han Xian accepted the package, thanked her profusely, and then watched her leave.
There was a lot of stuff: six sets of clothes and a complete set of men's toiletries.
Of the six outfits, one was a long-sleeved pajama set, one was a warm fleece-lined top and pants set, two sets of sportswear, and two white T-shirts. They all fit well and were comfortable. Judging from the brands, they were all domestic brands and not expensive.
Han Xian changed into his pajamas and sent Meng Ziyi a message to express his gratitude. Meng Ziyi replied with "You're welcome."
The two exchanged a few more silly emojis before finally stopping to rest.
Han Xian closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
The money spent on breakfast was Meng Ziyi's "spend money to avoid disaster".
He ate the crew's boxed lunch for lunch; he was brought into the crew by Meng Ziyi.
Dinner was a barbecue hosted by Meng Ziyi.
Two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes cost him 120 yuan, three drinks cost him 20 yuan, and the hotel staff's hard bed cost him 80 yuan. In total, he spent 220 yuan that day.
You'll earn more.
In the morning, I received a 200 yuan bribe from Meng Ziyi to avoid further trouble, earned 120 yuan as an extra, earned 2,000 yuan as Meng Ziyi's teacher, and also earned six sets of clothes.
In total, the net profit was 2,100 yuan, plus six sets of clothes.
So, when you do the math, it's still easier and more lucrative to make a living based on your looks!
……
The next morning.
It was only 5:30, but Han Xian got up early.
After washing up, I grabbed a towel and headed straight for the gym on the second floor.
He had inquired and found out that the hotel he was staying at was a four-star hotel, and the gym on the second floor was open to hotel guests free of charge. Even though he was a guest who paid 80 yuan a night, he enjoyed the same treatment.
Early in the morning, the 300-square-meter gym was empty, with only exercise equipment filling most of the room.
Han Xian stretched his muscles and found a treadmill by the window to start running.
He was dressed in clothes, but his body was not in the chubby state before his sudden death; rather, it was at its peak physical condition at age 20.
Two minutes of brisk walking to warm up, two minutes of light jogging, and then immediately switch to the fat-burning running mode.
After running like crazy for half an hour, Han Xian, whose skin was flushed red, was covered in sweat and looked like he had been steamed alive.
call!
Han Xian let out a long breath, adjusted the treadmill to the slow walking setting, and wiped the sweat from his head with a towel as he walked.
Despite being drenched in sweat, he didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he felt pleasant, relaxed, and comfortable from the inside out. Everything around him looked vibrant and beautiful under the warm glow of the rising sun.
His physique in his youth was quite good!
As long as you keep exercising, even if you become a master of time management, you won't die suddenly!
Tap tap tap tap tap...
As Han Xian was walking, he heard Meng Ziyi and Yuanyuan whispering to each other.
"My dear Meng-jie, if you want to jog, just come and run by yourself. Why did you drag me along? I don't need to lose weight; I want to keep sleeping."
"You're sleeping soundly in your warm bed while I'm jogging in the freezing gym? Imagine that bittersweet contrast—can you bear to see that?"
"...I can...be heartless!"
"What a coincidence! I can't bear to see you sleeping soundly in your warm bed, so you'll have to come along and suffer with me when I go for a run!"
"Then... I can't bear to do it."
"My dear Yuanyuan, you're so kind! I knew you were soft-hearted. Then you'll run with me!"
"Huh? I... Waaaaah~ Meng Ziyi, you tricked me!"
"..."
Han Xian couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth turning up as he smiled at the doorway.
As expected of Sister Meng, her motto is: "If I get rained on, nobody can hold an umbrella for me!"
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