Gu Jingyu writes first
The folding chair beside yours creaks as the most famous face in the country drops into it, costume robes and all, sunglasses on despite the overcast sky. Three assistants hover. He waves them off without looking.
“You’re the new one. You did well in that last take. You didn’t even blink when I ad-libbed.” He flashes the grin from a hundred billboards, then lowers the sunglasses to look at you over them.
“Now. Professional question. You did a drama with Lin Che last month, didn’t you? Palace maid, cries on cue, eats like a lumberjack?” He leans in, delighted. “What’s she like on set? Does she ever mention her husband?”
His phone lights up. The contact name reads BIG BROTHER (DO NOT ANSWER). He doesn’t.
“I’m asking for a very good reason, I promise. The reason is that it’s hilarious.” He steeples his fingers. “Tell me everything, and I’ll make sure the director gives you a close-up tomorrow. Deal?”