fake show [entertainment circle]

In mid-January, there were suddenly no people in Yuzhou Film and Television City.

The end of the year has pressed the pause button for this ancient city that lies under the siege of modernization.

The palace is solemn, the garden is silent, even the owls on the roof of the antique buildings are immersed in a monotonous silence, and they look up to the sky coldly.

New Year approached.

This year is a bit difficult for the group performers in the film and television city.

In the cold winter in the industry, there are few projects, fewer start-ups, and jobs are robbed, and they can't be robbed, but they have to eat every day.

Many people changed their livelihoods, or started other part-time jobs, and those who wanted to stay were still there, and those who couldn't, just patted their buttocks and left.

The nearby commercial street has not had a good time in the past six months. The passenger flow has decreased, and there have been health and fire inspections. The shops that are clustered together are temporarily closed and renovated.

What else can I do? Let's just wait.

Aunt Zhang's porridge shop also cooks, but it's not the cold winter of film and television, but his family's signature scallop and millet porridge.

The bright yellow millet has a fresh, tender and waxy color, and under the slow-cooked seasoning of scallops and dried shrimps, it exudes a porridge aroma that appeals to the spleen and stomach.

A small bowl is 78 yuan, a pot is [-], and you can get a plate of homemade pickled side dishes when you spend over [-] yuan. It is well received and the business is booming.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, after the last table of diners left in the shop, Jian Lin pushed the door out and put up the closed sign.Zhang Niannian carelessly carried the dishes with one hand, while holding the dishcloth in the other.

Behind the cash register facing the glass door, Jane Lai was doing the calculations for the day.

The pillar of the family was a little displeased with his younger sister, a junior high school student who just had the winter vacation. He turned his head and looked over while doing the calculation: "It's one o'clock, and you can't go upstairs to sleep? Why are junior high school students staying up late!"

Zhang Niannian is 12 years old, 1.6 meters tall, with a tall neck and a long neck. When she heard this, she flicked her ponytail and went to the back kitchen with the dishes, and gave her brother a noble and glamorous back of the head: "I just like to serve dishes, I just like wipe the table!"

Jane came to do the calculations, and the calculator clicked loudly: "Wipe, wipe, don't look for a job after graduating from university, come back and clean the table."

Zhang Niannian is not afraid of him: "Hmph! Just come back!"

It was late at night, and the glass windows separated the thick darkness outside from the warm light inside.

Jian Lin stamped her feet at the door, put her hands in the front pockets of her gray sweater, and turned to come in with her shoulders pressed against the glass door.

In the past six months, he has grown like a stick, 1.7 meters straight and 1.8 meters. Two weeks ago, he glanced at Jane with a slightly lowered gaze. Since then, he has become the tallest person in the family.

Of course, he is not only tall, but also has a large appetite.

Eat up to six meals a day.

Pigs don't necessarily eat as much as him, but pigs don't just eat without gaining meat.

Jian came to Boss Jian to settle the accounts, and glanced at Jian Lin's 68 yuan oversized gray sweater. The sleeves, front, and neckline were all empty, and it looked like there was only a skeleton under the clothes. No matter how you looked at it, it was an eyesore .

Jane Lai: "Eat, eat, eat when you're hungry."

Jian Lin wandered over with his pockets in his pocket, and stood next to the cashier: "I'm not hungry today, so I'm asking not to eat."

Jian Lai: "If you don't want to eat, can I press your head and force you to eat?" He raised his hand: "Don't just stand there, go to work."

Jian Lin: "Good boss."

Zhang Niannian's eccentric voice came from the back kitchen, and there was a lot of drama: "Second brother, the boss is so fierce, we won't be deducted from wages, right? I also want to take the money and go back to my hometown for the New Year. Hey, hey."

Jian Lai snorted coldly and turned over a page of the ledger.

Jian Lin responded skillfully: "No, our boss is a good man, and the salary will definitely be paid!"

The calculator beeped "Return to zero, return to zero, return to zero", matched with Jian Lai's skillful white eyes: "Good shit, I won't give you a dime!"

Jian Lin smiled and walked around behind the cashier.

The table had been cleaned up, and he dug out the plastic box for storing disposable chopsticks, and filled the chopstick buckets of each scattered table with chopsticks.

Jane's account has not been settled yet, and she said without raising her head, "We have to recruit people after the next year."

Jian Lin: "Take a few."

Jane Lai: "Two. Many people have left from the film and television city, and I don't know if they can be recruited after the next year."

Halfway through the calculation, Jane went to the back kitchen to look at the porridge being stewed. After mending the chopsticks, Jian Lin put the storage box back, and started mending the napkins in the tissue box.

Zhang Niannian came out from the back kitchen with a mop in his hand.

These are things to be done after closing every day. There is no limit to who can do them, but they must be done.

Jian Lin would help out when she was free, just like Zhang Niannian who just had a winter vacation would carry dishes and wipe the table in the store.

A family supports each other regardless of each other.

Therefore, this difficult winter for many people did not affect the small porridge shop in this corner. The aroma of the slow-cooked porridge and the warm light in the room lingered on the three busy brothers and sisters.

A quarter of an hour later, the door was locked and the lights went out.

The three of them yawned as they stepped on the wooden stairs leading to the second floor.

"Go to bed early." Jane said, "Don't check your phone, don't stay up late."

Going up the stairs, the space is spacious, with rooms in the north and south.

When Zhang's mother was still there, Zhang Niannian and his mother slept in one room, and the two brothers shared one room. After Zhang's mother passed away, Zhang Niannian still slept in the original room. Two bedrooms.

It is said to be a bedroom, but it is actually a place to sleep, a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk.

Outsiders must feel shabby when they see it, but Jian Lin herself doesn't care.

His eyes never look at other things, and he doesn't put too many things in his heart. He only has this family in his eyes, and he only wants to make more money.

It's a pity that it's not easy to earn money for group performances. This year, it's been a cold winter.

There were footsteps in slippers and a girl humming softly outside the door. Jian Lin brushed her phone and sat by the bed, leaning against the bed and waiting for her sister to wash up first.

On the mobile phone, there are more than a dozen cast members in the WeChat group, and there is very little news. Those who are active are not discussing which crew is recruiting, but are cheering each other up to survive this winter.

Someone replied: Difficult.

It is said that he plans to visit other cities in the next year, and he will not come back when he has a job, and he does not have to be a group performer.

There was a sigh of relief, and a sense of depression came to my face.

Jian Lin's gaze scanned the news, without staying long, and without feeling too much.

He was used to people coming and going in Yuzhou and people leaving.

He just thought that if it didn't work, he could work part-time and do other things, or he could simply go back and squat in a porridge shop, so that he could work with his hands and feet, so that he wouldn't starve to death.

But he is not the same as most ensemble performers.

He has other opportunities, if that counts as an "opportunity"—

Among the WeChat groups flashing messages, a private dialog box popped up in his WeChat:

[Don't think about it? 】

[Such a good opportunity, someone else would not refuse it. 】

[Even if you are not thinking about yourself, you should think about your family. 】

Jian Lin saw this message and immediately deleted it.

Before he could be blocked, the other party jumped out again:

[Five figures a month, can you earn so much a year as a group performer? 】

fool.

Jian Lin's eyes fell on the "?" and "?" that were full of mockery and coercion, and he directly blocked them without hesitation.

The third in half a year.

There was a knock on the door, and Jane came: "You wash first, I'll go downstairs to use the toilet."

Jian Lin put down the phone: "Okay."

The façade at home was originally a self-built townhouse in an urban village. When the store was not open, the toilets and bathrooms were separated from the downstairs and upstairs. After the film and television city expanded and built roads to their place, the downstairs was used to open a store for business. I live upstairs by myself. I don't have much money to renovate and renovate, so the bathroom has never been refurbished.

Jane came downstairs, and Jian Lin took her clothes to wash up.

The bathroom mirror was covered with a layer of wet vapor, Jian Lin raised his hand to wipe it.

His vague silhouette reflected on the blurry mirror.

Jian Lin just turned eighteen this year.

On the tail of puberty, his bones, height, and appearance are all changing.

There was a lot of rain in this winter, and there were few scenes. He turned white. After the childishness of a teenager and a little baby fat on his face fell off, his jaw line became more distinct, and the direction of the cheek bones became smoother.

In just half a year, his appearance has undergone subtle changes, a qualitative leap.

Jian Lin didn't know why such changes exploded in a short period of time, but looking at himself in the mirror, he knew very well that sometimes being better-looking may not be a good thing.

Because there are always people who directly or indirectly hint to him that his appearance can be realized in the short term.

This time, in order to achieve the purpose, it is more explicit.

Jian Lin pouted at the same time as himself in the mirror.

Only fools agreed.

If he doesn't have money, won't he earn it by himself?

After washing and returning to his room, Jian Lin was going to bed. He planned to go shopping in the film and television city tomorrow to see if there were any crews recruiting extras for the next year, and then returned to the store to help in the afternoon.

Just after falling asleep, a message came in: Hello, I am Luo Hong, we met a year ago.I have an audition opportunity here, you are quite suitable, I hope you are still in the film and television city, come to interview when you are free.

Jian Lin didn't see the news until the next day.

Luo Hong?

He remembered who he was while putting on his clothes.

A year ago, he was a group performer for a production crew in Qin Palace, playing the role of a little bookboy next to the male supporting role. Luo Hong was the executive director of the production crew at that time. It may be that he has received a new project in his hand. The new project needs to recruit actors. Luo Hong Hong felt that he was suitable, so he left a WeChat message, saying that he would contact for an audition if necessary.

Later, there was no further movement after leaving a WeChat account. Jian Lin was not surprised, thinking that Luo Hong's project had also been ruined in the cold winter, and quickly put this matter behind him with Director Luo.

audition?

He got dressed, replied to Luo Hong's message, and knew the way.

Jian Lin: Hello, Director Luo.

Jian Lin: When is the audition date?Are there any requirements for the role?

Luo Hong replied an hour later: "On the sixth floor of Guangyuan Building, there is no request, come when you are free."

Hearing that there was no request, Jian Lin's first reaction was a liar.

In the film and television city, there are many film and television companies that claim to need actors, and there are also many producers and assistant directors who claim to be able to support people for roles. They hit it off with inexperienced extras who are in urgent need of work. The number of roads is comparable to that of a factory assembly line, without any technical content-they are deceiving ordinary people who dream of becoming famous, regardless of gender.

And the first step to deceiving people is to lower the threshold, there is no requirement, and the routine is for those who are eager to stand up.

If Luo Hong was not really a director who can make movies, Jian Lin would have classified him as a liar.

Jian Lin replied to him: time?

Luo Hong replied very quickly this time, still speaking: "Tomorrow? Today is also fine. I will be here for the past few days, and there are people on the sixth floor. You can come over anytime."

Jian Lin took out the order to be delivered to Guangyuan Building from the takeaway incubator: "Okay, then I'll come over now."

Jane came out of the kitchen to deliver food.

Jian Lin: "I'll come, boss."

Jian Lai: "Of course you come, my boss and your boss." After speaking, he read him again: "Put on your windbreaker! It's windy today!"

The windproof suit Jane bought belonged to a bee, and it was yellow everywhere, and she was wearing a suit, very much like a little brother from Meituan.

In fact, it's almost the same, it's all delivery.

Jian Lin put on a windbreaker and stepped onto the small e-donkey delivering meals, leaving the porridge in the incubator behind him.

It took a quarter of an hour to drive to Guangyuan Building.

He parked his car downstairs in the building. The order did not have a specific floor address. Remarks: Call me when you arrive.

She dialed the person who ordered the meal, rang a few times, and was answered by a young woman.

Jian Lin's voice was muffled behind the mask of the windproof suit: "The meal you ordered has arrived."

Young woman: "Wait a minute."

Jian Lin stood there waiting. While waiting, he looked up at the sixth floor of the building, guessing what role he would be interviewing for today.

I hope there are more scenes and some lines. Of course, no lines are fine, as long as it can make money.

Withdrawing his gaze, a girl walking down the stairs appeared in his sight.

The girl wore light makeup, was young and fashionable, and was wearing a knee-length skirt in the cold weather.

She was a little aggressive, her high heels clicked, she looked at Jian Lin, and raised her hand slightly, as a gesture of grabbing.

Jian Lin turned around, took out the meal from the incubator, and said skillfully: "I wish you a pleasant meal, please give me five stars."

The girl raised her slender hand and pulled her lips, maybe she was in a bad mood, and she smiled a little: "Okay, thank you."

She turned back to the building, locked the car, took off the windbreaker, and stuffed it into the glove box under the seat of the small electric donkey.

Based on his experience in ensemble acting, the leading role has nothing to do with him, and he can't even get a male supporting role. The roles that can be auditioned for him are all A, B, C, D, who are more ordinary than passers-by.

So he doesn't need to dress up for the interview, let alone wear makeup, just go to the mirror for an ordinary audition, chat a few words, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

Jian Lin walked into the building, walked to the elevator, and happened to meet the young girl who had just picked up her meal.

The girl was carrying the yellow packaging bag from his porridge shop, her face was cooler than today's temperature, she didn't pay attention to Jian Lin, walked in when the elevator arrived, and pressed the floor button.

Jian Lin didn't pay attention to her, and when she was about to press the button, she realized that the sixth floor was on.

He withdrew his hand.

The two stood on each side, and the enclosed space was silent.

"Ding—" the sixth floor arrived.

It was still the young girl who went out first, and turned right as soon as she went out.

Jian Lin followed, not sure if he should go left or right, but saw a piece of paper pasted on the wall facing the elevator, on which was written "CG Interview", with a right-turning arrow below it.

Jian Lin stepped to the right.

On the right is a short corridor with a glass door at the end.

There was no one at the front desk. Jian Lin knocked on the door, but no one answered. He waited and knocked twice before someone opened the door.

The door was opened by a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He didn't know Jian Lin, and Jian Lin didn't know him either.

There seemed to be some movement in the house that deserved special attention. The man glanced outside the door, but didn't look carefully. He turned his head to look inside the house and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Jian Lin looked at the other side's face, and said politely: "Director Luo Hongluo informed me to come for an interview."

The man was still looking at the room: "Oh, Director Luo called, he is here, come in." He said and let the door open.

Jian Lin walked in, raised her eyes, and saw the young girl who went upstairs with her——

In front of everyone present, she took out the porridge from the packaging bag of Aunt Zhang's porridge shop, opened the lid, raised her hand and splashed it on the face of a man in front of the window, and then threw the empty bowl back into the bag, and the bag went Flicking it on the ground, he sneered: "It's an eye-opener, you are really more evil than the rumors say."

Jian Lin: "..."

The author has something to say:

Jian Lin: Enjoy your meal.Uh... that's not how meals are used...

Fang Luobei: I don't want to either.

In the first chapter, the attack and receiving are all on the stage.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Red Dog Day, Xiaonian Dynasty, the pit will be opened as scheduled~

Accompany you on this journey.