Entertainment King:Extracting Skills from the Movies

By the next day, the once serene and elegant room looked as if it had weathered a storm.

The tempest had raged until the first rays of dawn began to break, finally subsiding into calm.

Du Sheng stepped off the bed, freshened up, and felt surprisingly refreshed despite the night's "storm."

On the bed, Fan Bingbing lay languidly, her demeanor one of lazy satisfaction.

"Director Ju agreed, but the details are still undecided," she said, her eyes drifting over Du Sheng's toned chest. The physique of someone who had trained in martial arts since childhood was indeed different. She smiled contentedly.

"I'm heading to the capital this afternoon. Don't forget to stay in touch."

Du Sheng turned to look at this woman, who could truly be called a femme fatale, but his gaze held no infatuation.

After all, they had shared a bed. After some thought, he said, "You spend a lot of time in the Hong Kong film scene. You should know that the decline of Hong Kong cinema is inevitable. Undercover Dragon won't cause any waves.

"Trying to win over Hong Fatty won't help you go further. If anything, it'll become a shackle—or worse, a stain."

Fan Bingbing stared at him, her composed yet serious expression catching her off guard.

Her ever-present smile, real or fake, faded slightly, as if his words had struck a nerve.

Even her agent wouldn't have said such things to her. In an industry that adored flattery, hearing genuine advice was rare.

After a moment of silence, Fan Bingbing studied Du Sheng deeply, then smiled again.

"You really don't want to join Hua Yi? Going it alone won't last long," she said, her voice now less seductive and more casual.

Du Sheng smiled faintly, his tone tinged with thought.

"Hua Yi has its strengths, but a big tree doesn't always offer shelter—it might just attract parasites."

The clicking of high heels echoed as Fan Bingbing left, her fragrance lingering in the air.

Du Sheng shook his head and refocused his thoughts.

His words had been calculated.

Whether they were good or bad, leaving a strong impression ensured he wouldn't be forgotten.

After all, with someone as high-profile as Fan Bingbing, surrounded by admirers, he'd be relegated to a distant memory if he didn't stand out.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't have bothered, but reality left him little room for hesitation.

After a night of integrating his memories, Du Sheng confirmed one thing: he had been reborn.

He was starting with no capital, no connections, and was just a nameless small-time actor.

Those who struggled to survive at the bottom of Hengdian's ecosystem understood a unique kind of hardship, one only dreamers could endure.

For example, scrambling for a decent role meant waking up at 3 or 4 a.m., regardless of the bitter cold or scorching heat.

Winning over casting directors required not just humility and forced smiles but, in more desperate cases, stripping away all dignity.

If not for the support of his foster father, who had raised him as a stuntman, Du Sheng wouldn't have landed his recent minor speaking role in Special Police Flying Dragon. He wouldn't even have been cast as an extra.

Now, with an unexpected opportunity and a shortcut to success, there was no room for indecision.

While his current circumstances left much to be desired, Du Sheng couldn't help but admire his reflection in the mirror.

A chiseled face with deep-set features, a high-bridged nose, and thin but soft lips gave him a cold and noble air, reminiscent of John Lone.

The kind of strikingly handsome face that could make hearts flutter with a single glance.

At 182 cm, with a model-standard height and a flawless physique, he was simply impeccable.

No wonder he'd managed to "tame" someone like Fan Bingbing so thoroughly last night.

No wonder the top agent in the entertainment industry, Wang Jinhua, had taken an interest in him.

With this appearance, Du Sheng felt untouchable—hands in his pockets, no competition in sight.

As for declining Hua Yi's offer? Beyond the company's litany of problems, Du Sheng had another ace up his sleeve.

The reason for his confidence lay in what he had discovered last night: a flickering, virtual lottery interface.

This was his cheat!

"Ding!"

A crisp electronic voice echoed in his mind:

[Role Performance Lottery: Helping You Achieve Your Dreams!]

[Host earns one lottery attempt per film or drama, allowing random acquisition of the character's abilities, items, or skills.]

[Available genres: War, Action, Urban, Romance, Comedy, Wuxia (Science Fiction, Fantasy, Xianxia, Mythology, and other supernatural genres currently unavailable).]

[The closer the performance aligns with the character, and the greater the character's screen time, the higher the quality of the rewards.]

This lottery cheat was tailored for acting, and Du Sheng was ecstatic.

With this, he could acquire internal energy, light-footwork techniques, or even elixirs of immortality from wuxia dramas.

From war and action films, he might gain proficiency in firearms, superhuman reflexes, or even X-ray vision.

Even romantic comedies could offer him deep emotional intelligence, a genius intellect, or futuristic black tech—equally enticing options.

Suppressing his excitement, Du Sheng focused on the stats panel that had appeared:

[Host]: Du Sheng

[Occupation]: Stuntman

[Industry Rank]: Below 8th-tier

[Skills]:

Acting Lv2 (Green): (1128/10,000)

Singing Lv1 (Green): (89/1,000)

Cooking Lv1 (Green): (46/1,000)

Eight Extremities Fist Lv1 (Green): (168/1,000)

(Note: Skills are ranked Gray < White < Green < Blue < Purple < Gold.)

Lv1: Novice; Lv2: Proficient; Lv3: Master; Lv4: Expert; Lv5: Supreme.

[Reputation Points]: 9862 (10 people expressing shock or disdain equals 1 reputation point. Points can be used to enhance skills or exchanged for items.)

[Overall Evaluation]: F (Covers physique, identity, influence, industry standing, combat power, etc. Normal individuals are rated F.)

(Note: F-tier hosts earn 10 annual lottery attempts. Each tier upgrade grants 3 additional attempts and 1 bonus draw.)

The interface was clear and intuitive, revealing both strengths and weaknesses.

Initially, his acting had only been at Lv1.

Last night, while sparring verbally with "Fan the Seductress," Du Sheng had felt his expressions lacking finesse, his emotional delivery uneven.

He had thus spent 1,000 reputation points to distribute across voice, body language, and facial expression.

Now, his Lv2 acting skill allowed him to convey nuanced emotions and depth, with subtle shifts in tone, expression, and movement.

If he were still at Lv1, his performance would have been on par with certain "stiff yet lively" stars from his previous life, relying purely on exaggerated facial expressions and body language.

Upgrading to Lv2 had already left most fresh-faced actors in the dust.

Du Sheng's gaze dropped to his reputation points—9862. It seemed like a lot but was only earned through others' shock or disdain, requiring ten people to generate a single point.

Calculating it, over 100,000 people must have expressed some form of astonishment or contempt toward him to reach this figure.

If other emotions, like admiration, envy, or hatred, were included, that number might even triple.

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Still," Du Sheng mused, "most of these points probably came from reactions to my previous roles."

With this cheat, the future was wide open!