Always Dress Up as the Boss [Quick Transmigration]

What, what?

Levennon raised his head in dismay.

He hallucinated?

Mo Lin looked nervous, carefully holding the phone with both hands, not knowing where to put his eyes.

"No, no, yes, it was my manager, no, I fell."

"No, it's nothing!"

"Yes, yes, it's really all right."

He stuttered for a while before asking cautiously, "Excuse me, Director Wen, do you have anything to do with me?"

Hearing these words, Levennon immediately got up from the ground firmly, and hurriedly put his ear to him.

This is the director of Wenyan!

director!

He had just leaned over when he heard a sentence floating out of the phone.

"Hahahahaha, of course I'm asking you if you're interested in auditioning for a role."

Levennon pinched himself slowly.

hiss--!

pain!

It hurts!

He wiped away tears, then shocked.

So, so he didn't hear hallucinations? ? ?

A director wanted Mo Lin to audition?

And this director has the same name as Wen Yan director?Is there a second Wenyan director in the circle?

Mo Lin was also shocked, he quickly said respectfully.

"Yes, I have no problem with auditioning, I have time, but what kind of play? What kind of role?"

"I'll send this to you later, I still have a lot of people to arrange, so I won't go into details with you."

The phone was quickly hung up.

Mo Lin and Levennon looked at each other.

After a while, Levennon asked cautiously.

"He just said that there are still many people to arrange?"

Mo Lin also nodded in a daze, "Yes, I seem to have heard that too."

Levennon wasn't sure, "That is to say, your audition role is quite important?"

Mo Lin shook his head, "I don't know."

But, it may be, Director Wen likes to be transparent from a young age to a big one?

Levennon felt only a little dazed.

Shouldn't it be?

In the circle, there is no such rule, and the director himself called.

He snapped back to his senses and stared at Mo Lin.

"By the way! You just called him Director Wenyan? Which yan word?"

Mo Lin stared at him blankly, "Just, Director Wen Yan, the one who is at odds with Director Ma."

!

Levennon clutched his heart violently and took a few deep breaths.

"What? Director Wenyan? Are you sure? It's really him?"

He didn't wait for Mo Lin to finish, and started to spin around the room by himself.

"How could it be? You are just an unknown actor with no background and no works. How could the director of Wenyan find you all of a sudden? Could it be that this script needs a powerful character design?"

He guessed several possibilities himself, and then denied them one by one.

It took him a long time to realize, why didn't Mo Lin speak?

When he turned his head, Mo Lin looked at him with a pale face.

Levennon was taken aback, "What's wrong with you?"

Did Director Wen realize that he had made the wrong call?

Mo Lin looked at him with resentment.

"Brother, next time you speak ill of me, speak in your heart."

He now knows that in the manager's mind, he is useless except for his great strength!

Only then did Levennon realize that just now he seemed to be...

Put a lot of knives on Mo Lin?

He smiled and hurried to the door.

"What are you talking about, brother, how can you use a knife? I'll go back to the company and ask about Director Wen's new work. It's such a big deal, but there's no word about it. You'll receive the script later, take a good look at it. Do you know? Regardless of the male lead, as long as there is a scene, you must work hard to win this role for me in Director Wen's play, otherwise..."

He stumbled because he couldn't find anything threatening to say.

After all, this kid Mo Lin has already gone to work as a coolie in order to pay the rent!

What could be worse than this situation?

Mo Lin nodded obediently.

"I will read the script carefully."

You are a sensible boy.

Levennon gave him a look and hurried away.

When he was leaving, he ran into Mo Lin's landlord again. This time the landlord looked at him not at the trash can next to the stinky gutter, but at the dead rat in the trash can.

Mo Lin waited in the rental house for a while, and then received an electronic script sent by Director Wen.

Unexpectedly, the script is very long.

Mo Lin turned to the first page of the script and was stunned.

Screenwriter's signature: Yuan Zhuo.

He glanced at his character again, his heart almost stopped beating!

Male, male number one? ? ?

Mo Lin rubbed his eyes, dumbfounded.

he is blind?

Or, Director Wen made a mistake? ? ?

Over there, Director Wen is calling Yuan Zhuo to make an appointment.

"I've basically made arrangements here. Do you have time on Friday? Get the male one out first, and then everything else will be easy to talk about."

Yuan Zhuo naturally had no reason to refuse, so he agreed and made Friday available.

Director Wen talked to him a few more words, and suddenly heard a message on his phone, and he subconsciously glanced at it.

"Wait a minute, I'll read a message."

After reading it, he was suddenly happy.

"Hahahahaha, I said Yuan Zhuo, why, you didn't say hello to the number one male you're optimistic about?"

Yuan Yan was speechless while looking at the screen, "I just said, I just saw him get inspiration when I was auditioning for the script before. It's like writing a song and you saw some beautiful scenery when you were traveling. Do you have to know the beauty?"

Director Wen: "So that kid is a beauty? Then your evaluation of him is quite good, that's enough, let's talk so much, hang up."

After speaking, he simply hung up.

Yuan Zhuo stared at the phone dumbfounded.

He once again felt that the style of this old man Wen is really hot and hot!

Friday is fast approaching.

Early in the morning, it was rare for Yuan Zhuo to get up early in the morning, and at four o'clock he got up to make some steamed buns filled with crab roe.

When the food delivery person came over, he was still talking and laughing. It can be seen that those who can do business with rich people not only have good brains, but also have better service quality.

After telling the assistant to come over and bring a copy to that boy Yuan Qiong, Yuan Zhuo tidied himself up and dressed a little more low-key. After thinking about it, he specially put on a pair of sunglasses before going out.

Audition scene.

Levennon wore a mask and sunglasses, and put a mask on Mo Lin's face, and then sneaked into the corner.

He looked around for a while, swallowed his saliva, and then pulled Mo Lin to hide behind him, with a guilty conscience.

Mo Lin followed him to hide and hide, and couldn't help tugging at the corner of his clothes very lightly.

"Brother, why are you acting like a thief? We're here for an audition..."

His mouth was covered by Levennon.

The latter looked at him with panic in his eyes, "Don't make any noise!"

Fortunately, the scene was rather messy, and no one noticed them. Levennon took a look and found a small balcony outside, and hurriedly pulled people out.

"Keep your voice down! Don't let others know!"

Levennon looked at Mo Lin with a look of resentment.

The latter is unknown.

"Why? Aren't we here to audition?"

Why can't others know?

Levennon was rather distressed.

"I still feel that it is impossible for Director Wen to let you audition for the first male role. Please don't say anything. What if Director Wen really made a mistake?"

At that time, they will not be able to hold back!

"How could Director Wen make a mistake?"

Levennon said depressedly, "Then who knows? What if? Mo Lin, you..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized in shock that the voice was not from Mo Lin!

The child was standing right in front of him, without moving his mouth!

Who was talking just now?

He turned his head sharply.

The original Zhuo Chong Mo Lin beckoned.

"Come on, I guessed you were here, and I brought you a drink, but I didn't bring any more. This is your manager, right?"

Casually handing over another cup of warm milk in his hand, Yuan Zhuo glanced at the man next to Mo Lin. He looked 27 or [-] years old, and he wasn't very smart. How could he be a manager?

That Tong's speech just now was a bit silly.

"Thank you, Mr. Yuan."

Mo Lin was about to take it, but Levennon stretched out his hand a little nervously and snatched it.

"No, he can't drink milk tea! Keep in shape!"

Mo Lin was beside him, visibly wilting.

Look at the child crying.

Yuan Zhuo lifted the lid of his milk tea cup and signaled.

"Hot milk, low sugar."

Levennon also lifted the lid suspiciously and took a look. It was really milk.

After thinking about it, he handed it to Mo Lin, not forgetting to remind him.

"Forget about milk, you must never drink milk tea."

Mo Lin nodded obediently while holding the milk, while looking at Yuan Zhuo.

"Thank you, Mr. Yuan." He paused for a moment, then a little confused, "Mr. Yuan, how do you know that I'm coming to audition?"

This cup of hot milk doesn't look like you bought too much, does it?

Yuan Zhuo took a sip of hot milk and chuckled lightly.

"Didn't you read the script? I'm the screenwriter, and I came here to pick people with the director."

As soon as the words fell, Levennon's legs over there gave way, and he almost hit the wall directly!

This is the screenwriter!

To pick someone?

Then what was he doing just now! ! !

Levennon wished he could just pass out!

Mo Lin quickly helped him up, and it happened that someone inside started shouting, probably the audition was about to start.

Yuan Zhuo also glanced at the time.

"I should go in."

He glanced at Mo Lin who still had a beard on his lips, thought for a while, then took out another handkerchief and handed it to him.

He tapped the corner of his mouth lightly to express it.

"Wipe it, leave a good image, I look forward to your performance."

Mo Lin took it in a hurry, and after watching Yuan Zhuo go away, he subconsciously picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth.

After wiping, he blushed suddenly!

This, this is Mr. Yuan's handkerchief!

How can I use it to wipe my mouth!

If Mr. Yuan also used it to wipe his lips, wouldn't it be, wouldn't it be!

His face flushed completely, and he secretly made up his mind.

He must perform well!Mr. Yuan cannot be disappointed!

and……

There was a small voice in Mo Lin's heart.

The screenwriter of this play is Mr. Yuan. If he really gets the role, will he be able to spend more time with Mr. Yuan?

With an unknown little thought, Mo Lin's morale suddenly boosted!