Entertainment King:Extracting Skills from the Movies

Zhang Zhizong returned to his hotel and didn't leave his room until late into the night.

This was expected, so Du Sheng wasn't concerned. He calmly put away his binoculars and headed to the bar.

He had promised the bar owner to perform as a substitute singer, and while he had changed the timing, he wasn't one to go back on his word.

The next morning, Du Sheng stayed in his apartment, immersing himself in the script.

With only three days to prepare, he had to minimize any potential risks. He not only reinterpreted the role of Murong Fu using his own perspective but also wrote a character biography spanning several thousand words.

Whenever he got bored, he searched online for analyses of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

One particularly humorous comment caught his eye, making him chuckle:

"Qiao Feng starts maxed out, Duan Yu gets cheat codes halfway through, and Xu Zhu steals three big accounts.

Murong Fu spends all his money upfront, gets the premium starter pack, and squanders it by focusing on guild management. In the late game, he's broke and useless.

Meanwhile, Jiumozhi grinds his way up, only to be hunted down by Duan Yu after bullying him earlier.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo exploit bugs to level up, but the Sweeper Monk catches them and permanently bans their accounts.

You Tanzhi finds a rare gift item, and Wang Yuyan is basically a walking strategy guide."

Though humorous, the analysis was remarkably insightful, and Du Sheng found himself nodding in agreement.

If you set aside the rumor that Jin Yong wrote about "tragic cousins" to reflect bitterness over losing his first love to her cousin, Murong Fu was actually an impressive character.

Ambitious and talented, with striking looks and noble lineage, he carried himself with extraordinary poise.

A charismatic figure with unmatched prestige in the martial arts world, it was no wonder that Wang Yuyan was infatuated with him.

But alas, Murong Fu wasn't the protagonist.

Luck was never on his side, and he was relegated to the role of a foil for Duan Yu and Xu Zhu.

With fate conspiring against him, his frustration turned to desperation, his actions became reckless, and his psyche deteriorated—until he finally broke.

In this revised version, however, Murong Fu's fate was slightly better. Not only did his loyal servant A'Bi remain by his side, but Wang Yuyan eventually returned to care for him after her epiphany.

Moreover, as a major antagonist, he retained his cunning and resourcefulness throughout the series.

These details deepened Du Sheng's fascination with the character.

Murong Fu's arc was rich with complexity.

Portrayed well, the role could rival the appeal of the main protagonists.

Missing this opportunity would be a huge loss—who knew when such a role would come along again?

Murong Fu's mastery of 17 martial arts sects, along with access to rare treasures and elixirs, made the role even more enticing.

The potential rewards from the lottery—family techniques like Star Shifting Skill, which could redirect attacks, or weapons and medicinal pills—were tantalizing.

Even if he only drew enhancements for his physique, like a Bodhi Pill, it would be worthwhile.

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That evening, the opportunity Du Sheng had been waiting for finally arrived.

To ensure he was ready, he first leveled up his Eight Extremes Fist skill.

Warm energy coursed through his body as his muscles tightened, and his mind became filled with advanced martial arts techniques.

His combat ability now rivaled that of an underground fighter.

To his delight, he discovered that the skill's benefits extended beyond techniques. His strength, reflexes, and stamina had all improved, enhancing his overall physical condition.

Before, he could manage a few kilometers but would be out of breath. Now, he might just feel a bit fatigued.

If he could further raise his overall evaluation and boost his physicality, many of his skills could be used to their fullest potential.

Du Sheng felt a surge of motivation.

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Meanwhile, after wrapping up a meeting with investors and sponsors, Zhang Zhizong was about to leave at around 9 p.m.

As he prepared to go, his phone buzzed with a text message.

"Brother Zhang, I'm at the Wencheng Street corner. Need a lift?"

The message included an enticing photo of a long-legged beauty and playful emojis.

Zhang Zhizong examined the image briefly before calling his wife.

"Honey, the production crew is swamped with work, and I'll likely be busy until late tonight. Since your documentary Touching the East is also at a critical stage, if you can't make it…"

"I'll come the day after tomorrow," his wife, Fan Xinman, replied. She had recently joined a major network and was under significant pressure. Though they were newlyweds, they often lived apart.

Satisfied, Zhang Zhizong hung up and motioned for his assistant to take his usual car while he discreetly headed to the underground parking lot.

He got into an unassuming Volkswagen, unaware that a nearby delivery driver on a motorcycle had taken note of him.

The Volkswagen drove to a quiet corner of Wencheng Street, where a tall, elegantly dressed woman stood waiting.

Anyone familiar with the entertainment industry would recognize her as Meng Guanmei, a third-tier actress from Hong Kong currently filming Thunderbolt Chronicles.

The car circled around and stopped in a secluded lane near an educational district.

Not long after, the car began to move rhythmically.

Though it was an old vehicle, the vibrations suggested that it was being "well-maintained."

Perhaps due to alcohol, Zhang Zhizong was particularly fervent that evening. His movements were as dramatic as a martial arts duel.

"Brother Zhang, no—this is a costume!"

Occasionally, coquettish protests filled the air, dripping with charm.

Inside the car, springtime flourished, and passion overflowed.

But just as Zhang Zhizong reached a critical moment, there was a loud crash.

The car window shattered.

A man dressed in black, wearing a mask and holding a flashlight, suddenly appeared. With a camera in hand, he began snapping photos frantically.

Click! Click! Click!

The blinding flashes filled the car.

Zhang Zhizong paused, frowning at the shattered window, but the flashlight's glare obscured his view of the intruder.

Meanwhile, Meng Guanmei froze in panic.

Caught off guard, she instinctively tried to cover her face. "Who are you? A reporter? Please, stop taking pictures! I was just here for an acting lesson…"

Her panicked babbling only made the situation more absurd.

Ignoring her protests, the masked man put away his camera and tossed a string of firecrackers into the car before leaving.

"Pop! Pop! Pop!"

The deafening noise was accompanied by screams of terror.

Though Zhang Zhizong shielded most of it, Meng Guanmei's screams were particularly high-pitched and heart-

wrenching.

If there were awards for acting under duress, she would have won on the spot.

What defines professionalism?

This. This is it.