Chinese 2006 starts with the Beijing Film Academy Art Examination

In the large conference hall next to this small conference, there are more than a dozen display cabinets on the podium, with various 3D printing equipment on them, including spacecrafts, Mars rovers, space stations, and exit chairs. ...., it has been painted and looks very futuristic, and some people are studying it in amazement.

There were about ten people sitting under the stage, and these people were sitting in twos and threes irregularly, laughing and chatting quietly among themselves, and occasionally looking at other people gathered together in twos and threes.

And these people have one thing in common, they either hold a copy of "The Martian" or a script of "The Martian".

Another thing they have in common is that they are basically all current or future big-name first-line actors, as well as their agents.

Except for the current "Foundation of the Republic", there will be no other crew that can bring these people together.

At this time, a tall girl, Han Jianu, appeared at the door of the conference hall and smiled:

"Huang Xiaoming, Brother Xiaoming invites you for an interview."

Huang Xiaoming glanced at Deng Chao subconsciously, but quickly took it back and gave Han Jia'er a decent smile.

In fact, people don’t know what role they are interviewing for because the project team’s wording in this regard is very harsh.

After all, they are all respectable, and most of them are male and female in other movies.

It would be bad for them to spread the word about who was chosen and who was not chosen, so they never communicated about this in private.

Huang Xiaoming entered the interview room and greeted him politely, like a newbie.

"Hello director, hello teachers."

Yang Lingyue had a kind face: "Brother Xiao Ming, you haven't been like this for a long time, right? I'm sorry."

Huang Xiaoming smiled and said: "It is an honor for me to participate in the interview for the first real science fiction blockbuster in China. Don't laugh. To be honest, so many seniors are sitting there."

Zhou Lixian was a little confused when he heard this. No matter what I do, I am still the general manager of Columbia China.

Yang Lingyue nodded and picked up the two pieces of paper on the table: "Here."

Huang Xiaoming took it and took a look. It was a bit numb. It was a performance without real objects and lines, and a monologue.

Yang Lingyue then said: "Can you give me 5 minutes?"

Huang Xiaoming was a little embarrassed: "Director, I'm sorry, I only read the script once, is it okay for 10 minutes?"

After he finished speaking, he saw two incredible faces, those of Liu Wenhan and Du Xiaoyu.

There was also a picture of Zhou Lixian with a somewhat slumped face. Yang Lingyue still said cheerfully: "Okay, take Brother Xiao Ming to the next door and come back after the next one. Don't feel any psychological pressure. This is a science fiction film and we will consider it in a balanced way."

Hearing this, Huang Xiaoming became anxious: "No, just 5 minutes."

Within a minute of coming in, he called out the next one. If word spreads about this, he will stop messing around in the future.

Don't worry, word will definitely get out. All the actors and agents are in the screening room, especially Deng Chao. After all, in a company, there can only be one first brother.

Yang Lingyue didn't make things difficult for him, and now the five minutes were counted. When the time was up, Huang Xiaoming put the documents on the table in the middle of the room, and then walked to the door.

Huang Xiaoming's expression suddenly changed, he bent down slightly, began to pant, and staggered forward. After walking a few steps, he made a motion to open the door.

Then came the action of taking off clothes. Well, I didn't really take off my clothes, I just took off my scarf, first the helmet, and then the top.

After taking off his clothes, he looked at his stomach, gritted his teeth, picked up the scarf from the window sill and bit it in his mouth, then made a fist in his stomach, and then pulled it out.

"Hmm~"

His expression began to distort, and it hurt just to look at it.

Then he staggered towards the table and sat down on the chair in front of him.

Half lying down, he pretended to take something from the table, and tapped a few times around the wound where he had just pulled out the "arrow".

Then take one in your left hand and one in your right hand. Looking at the movements of your hands, you can tell that they are like two tweezers.

Then he looked forward, started to move his hands, and Huang Xiaoming began to hold his breath.

Until he groaned, threw away the tool in his hand, made another motion to pick up something, and covered the wound.

Yang Lingyue kept watching with a normal expression until he said: "Okay."

Huang Xiaoming returned to normal and stood up, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Yang Lingyue smiled and said: "Continue with the monologue."

Huang Xiaoming's face twitched and he sat down.

Yang Lingyue continued: "You can read the lines for another two minutes."

"Thank you, director."

Huang Xiaoming showed gratitude and quickly picked up the second piece of paper and read it.

The corners of Liu Wenhan's mouth curled up slightly. Zhou Lixian glanced at Yang Lingyue, who was still there, and muttered in his heart: Little fox, you really know how to manipulate people's hearts.

Du Xiaoyu curled her lips and thought: Although Brother Xiao Ming has invited everyone to have a meal, this is just a waste of time.

Two minutes later, Huang Xiaoming took the initiative to look at Yang Lingyue and nodded.

Yang Lingyue raised his hand to signal.

Huang Xiaoming looked forward, looking slightly depressed, and began to speak:

"Hello, I am astronaut Zhang Dong, enter the log now."

Du Xiaoyu: "Hello, astronaut Zhang Dong, please start recording."

“Well, it’s 6:53 now, the 16th solar day, and I’m still alive.

Okay, I said nonsense, but I think to my teammates and the aviation authority, it is a surprise that I am alive.

I guess no one believes it, but I’m still alive, so I’ll be surprised, haha.

I am still alive on the 16th solar day, which is much luckier than I thought. "

When he said this, Huang Xiaoming raised his hand and shook it and continued:

"This is a broken section of the main communication antenna, which penetrated my space suit and pierced a big hole in my body. But this is a very fortunate thing. This section of the antenna and the blood just sealed the damaged part of the space suit, so I saved my life.

Everyone thinks I'm dead, right?

I can't contact the aviation bureau now. Even if I can, well... it will take... well...

It will take more than 4 years for someone to arrive here. The maximum time limit of this living cabin is 31 days.

If the oxygen system collapses, I will suffocate to death;

If the water circulation system collapses, I will die of thirst;

If the living cabin is damaged, I will implode and die;

If a miracle happens, of course, it should be unlikely, I think I will starve to death."

After two or three seconds of silence.

Huang Xiaoming's eyes were sad: "So... well... yes... that's it."

Yang Lingyue still said "OK" calmly.

"Brother Xiaoming, thank you for your hard work. Go back first. I will call you after the interview is over and the entire preparation team has a concentrated discussion, which is three days later."

Huang Xiaoming was extremely relaxed, at least on the surface.

He smiled and said, "Okay, Director. Thank you everyone, goodbye."