"Kid, let me tell you, acting is really simple. You're playing the role of a Qing dynasty troop leader. When the time comes, you just need to rush forward with a sword, and that's all you have to worry about. Oh, and you've got lines too, which is a rare opportunity. So many people want to act but don't get this chance," the man said to Ye Wudao with an air of secrecy.
Ye Wudao still shook his head. The man became anxious and started offering more money, making promises, and tempting Ye Wudao until he was overwhelmed. Finally, when the man said it would only take a few minutes to film, and to consider it a favor, Ye Wudao nodded in agreement, thinking there was no harm in trying since he had nothing else to do.
Ye Wudao was merely an extra, at most a featured extra, so naturally, he didn't need to apply makeup as carefully as Wang Shiying. A middle-aged woman led him under a large tree, brought over a stool for him to sit on, and without further ado slipped a cap over his head.
