More than twenty people from the Beijing Film Academy arrived, all young students from the 78th class of the acting department.
Zhang Tielin, Zhang Fengyi, Xie Yuan, and others were there, but Zhou Lijing and Fang Shu were absent—they were off filming.
Those two were the stars of the class, already ahead of the pack.
"Wow, the Beijing Film Studio has built an entire street! How extravagant!" Zhang Tielin exclaimed.
"What kind of big production is this for?"
"I heard it's for Rickshaw Boy. They're casting actors right now. Hey, Old Zhang, I think you'd make a great Xiangzi," Xie Yuan joked.
"Me? No way! I couldn't play Xiangzi," Zhang Tielin replied, though deep down, he was intrigued.
Zhang Fengyi, swaying his head, was also interested.
"The Beijing Film Studio is really going all out for this martial arts film. Look at all those costumes and props. I wonder what roles we'll get?"
"Doesn't matter. It's just side work. A dollar a day is still money," Xie Yuan said, struggling to tuck his hands into the tight cuffs of his long-sleeved shirt.