Chapter Sixty: Can't Do Without You

  Yi Feiyang had his eyes on Gyllenhaal and thought he was a rare acting talent, perfect for starring in his film "Buried".

  While young Gillon Hill didn't know he had already been targeted by this young movie boss, after carefully reviewing the furniture blueprint, he smiled and said: "Alright, I've finished looking at them. The styles of these tables and chairs are all easy to make. Give me a week's time, and I guarantee they'll all be delivered here... But I have one question, why do you want to custom-make these instead of just buying ready-made furniture? That would save a lot of time."

  Yi Feiyang smiled, "The question you raised is very interesting. I can answer you that I like things with vitality, whether it's flowers, grass, trees, or this table and chairs. As long as they are designed and crafted by human hands, they condense life and have a lively spirit. Being with lively things for a long time will give us workers strong motivation! So, this is a kind of energy inspiration and transformation!"

  Facing Yifei Yang's so profound answer, Gil Renhil couldn't help but exclaim, "Your answer is very interesting and also very philosophical."

  Next to him, Gao Jiabao, who was in charge of finance, whispered, "What philosophy is this? Can't afford branded goods, custom-made is cheaper!"

  Yi Feiyang heard clearly, and secretly kicked Pangzi's foot.

  The fatty immediately shut up.

  Ji Lun Xi saw the small movements of the two, but thought they were "flirting", especially that fat guy, his shy appearance was simply a gay look.

  A chill ran down his spine, Jiren Hill said: "Let's do it this way, dear sirs, you can pay a deposit of $300 first, and I will complete the furniture you need in the shortest time... Ah, yes, I guarantee to you again, choosing me is absolutely value for money!"

  Just as Gyllenhaal was about to leave, Yi Feiyang couldn't help but ask: "Hey, friend, are you willing to be an actor?"

  "What?" Gilren Hill was stunned.

  "I'm saying, do you want to act? Be a real actor?" Yi Feiyang said solemnly.

  Gyllenhaal picked up the canvas bag holding his tools, "No, I don't want to." He turned and walked away.

  Behind him, Yi Feiyang said loudly: "Although you say so with your mouth, but you can't deceive my eyes. You like acting just as much as you like making furniture! I don't know what reason makes you escape from this fact, just hope you can see clearly in your own heart, whether it's acting or being a carpenter in the future? Alright, you go ahead, the door of our Dream Film will always be open to you, just as you said, choosing you is absolutely worth it..."

  Yi Feiyang's voice grew fainter and fainter, until it was no longer audible. Jack Gyllenhaal finally let out a sigh of relief. But Yi Feiyang's words earlier had already taken root in his heart, Ah, he loved acting so much, should he really give up so easily?!

  Gyllenhaal was born into a family of actors, his father being a director and his mother a producer, with his sister also an actress in Hollywood. In such an environment, Gyllenhaal had a strong interest in acting and a natural talent for it. At the age of 11, he began to take on small roles in some TV dramas and received praise from his father.

  All along, Gyllenhaal has looked up to his father as a role model and strived to be an excellent good son, showing him the most glorious side of himself.

  Gyllenhaal's father was proud of this, hoping his son would follow in his footsteps and make a name for himself in Hollywood. However, during the filming of one short film, Gyllenhaal's repeated mistakes caused his father to blow up at him.

  "Idiot! Fool! You don't have a single bit of acting talent! You're not my son! I didn't raise such an idiot either! Damn it, how can you mess up such a simple scene?!"

  At that moment, Gilead Hill was in tears. He wanted to say that he didn't act badly in this role, but because his father gave him too much pressure. But these words were not spoken, and he just cried silently.

  His father saw him like this, not only did he not pity him, but instead ridiculed: "Look, my son is actually a weakling, yes, a weakling who can cry!"

  At that moment, Gil Renhil collapsed.

  He didn't understand whether his play was more important or he himself as his son in the eyes of his dear father?!

  Gyllenhaal took a deep breath and threw the unpleasant past to the back of his mind, started the car and drove towards where he lived.

  Gyllenhaal's place of residence is a very interesting little cottage, with three or four tents set up around the cottage.

  The small wooden house was his workplace, and the tent was where he rested. Gyllenhaal didn't like sleeping in the same place every night, nor did he like sleeping in a stuffy room; he liked to gaze at the stars in the sky, lying in different tents, looking up at the sky from different angles. Then, with his hands, he would connect those stars one by one, outlining different patterns. Sometimes these patterns were running horses, small deer, or possibly spread-winged eagles, or lumbering elephants...

  In short, the ever-changing sky is the draft paper of Gilead Hill's dreams, where he can find his own spirituality.

  Unloading the cluttered tools and cumbersome materials from the truck, Gillon Hill began to make furniture.

  Gyllenhaal has always been fond of handicrafts, especially as a carpenter, which can better reflect his special understanding of the structure of objects.

  He couldn't be an artist, maybe he could be a carpenter, that was his idea. But today, what the Chinese boss said made his heart surge again.

  Yes, how should I choose? he asked himself.

  He put down the electric saw in his hand, sat silently on the truncated tree trunk, looking at the familiar surroundings, but felt so strange. Is this the life he wanted?! Did he give up acting to avenge his father? Or was it to avenge himself?!

  A sigh.

  Just then, a motorcycle sound came up, an express delivery man walked over with a package in his hand, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Jake Gyllenhaal?"

  "Yes, I am."

  "Oh, this is your package."

  "My package?" Gilren Hill was taken aback, "I didn't order any package."

  "Are you Jake Gyllenhaal?"

  "I said I am."

  "That's right, sign for it. I'm in a hurry to get back." The courier seemed very impatient.

  Gyllenhaal signed for the package, curious, and opened it. It was a script with the title "Buried".

  Just as Jaron Hill was astonished, the phone rang.

  "Hi, I'm Jack."

  "Has the script arrived? Mr. Jack?"

  "Are you... Mr. Yi from just now?"

  "I didn't think you could still hear my voice, haha."

  "But this script..."

  "Are you willing to be 'buried alive' by me?"

  "What?"

  "Take a good look, I think this buried role is very suitable for you, really. If you feel that you are suitable, then call me back, if you don't feel suitable, then throw the script directly into the fire and burn it, without you, this play has no meaning." Yi Feiyang said with great certainty, which made Jiren Xi feel a lot of pressure. The other party actually trusted himself so much.

  "But I..."

  "I know you have concerns, but what I want to say is, put your worries aside for now and pick up your dreams!"

  "I still want to say..."

  The phone hung up just then.

  Jack Gyllenhaal slowly came back to his senses, this Mr. Yi was quite interesting, he took a look at the script and couldn't help but flip through it again.

  Everyone in this world has a hobby, some like smoking, some like drinking, some like flirting, and some like acting...

  Jack Gyllenhaal is absolutely a drama queen, why from his childhood painting lipstick in front of his sister and acting like a little girl, he has fallen in love with this exciting thing.

  But acting also requires good scripts.

  Why are Shakespeare's plays enduring and why do so many people repeatedly perform them? It is because the script is good, the lines are great, the plot is emotional enough, and there is enough room for you to showcase your acting skills.

  Now, looking at the script of "Buried", Jake Gyllenhaal was immediately drawn to this one-man show.

  The entire story is smooth and doesn't drag on, especially the rare and precious requirement for the male lead to convey the whole play's beginning and end through expressions and emotions while in a coffin. This is an absolute huge challenge for an actor. And Gyllenhaal also understood the meaning of Yifei Yang's words: "Without you, this play would have no significance."

  A good script needs good actors!

  Mr. Yi thinks so highly of me, but am I really a good actor?!

  Kilorn Hill took a deep breath, somewhat dazed.

  At this moment, the inner hidden spirit of challenge has been boiling...

  Gyllenhaal is one of the few Hollywood stars that Ti Lung likes, because he always regards acting as a noble art rather than an opportunity to gain fame and wealth. Compared with those worldly stars, he is too naive, and his naivety is lovely.