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"Another point is that actors may need to make some...sacrifices."

As Xu Feng said this, he watched Ling Jiale's expression closely, and at the same time went through the speech he had prepared in his stomach again, waiting for Ling Jiale to turn his face at any time.

But Ling Jiale has not yet reacted from the ecstasy of getting the script.

He looked up at his manager with joy in his eyes: "What sacrifice?"

People who like Ling Jiale say that his eyes are rare among men, seductive like a fox; those who hate him ridicule him for having double-sided eyes, which can be seen as mean.

At this time, the eyes widened with joy, revealing the whole black eyeball like washed grapes, neither seductive nor mean, and swept away the usual gloom, looking pure and pleasing.

Xu Feng had been with him for several years, and he was used to seeing his face. At this moment, he couldn't help but startled, thinking, "If I can keep this expression, it may not be hopeless... except for my voice."

Ling Jiale's voice is actually not bad, it's just a little hoarse, and it doesn't sound unpleasant even when it's not loud.In fact, it doesn't matter if his voice is really bad, he has stopped singing a long time ago, and he has always used dubbing in acting.

Some directors insist on using the original voice, because dubbing can weaken the expressiveness of the actors.But this has nothing to do with Ling Jiale.Ling Jiale is notoriously bad at acting, and it's even worse without dubbing.

In the past, fans were extremely tolerant of his acting skills, not because he came from a singing and dancing group and had no professional training.

In the past, people were tolerant of his acting skills, his scandals, and his temperament, all because of his face and figure.

Until now, before those entertainment gossips detail his black material, they have to use the photos of his debut to compare his future "degeneration"——

He was only 17 years old at that time, standing quietly next to the other three brothers in the regiment, with his straight legs tightly together, his hands clasped obediently in front of him, young and reserved, only when his eyes flicked occasionally Suddenly, those fox eyes will inadvertently reveal a natural coolness.

He became popular almost overnight, and the streets and alleys are full of advertising photos of their group and himself.

At that time, fans were keen to use this poem to describe him - "Sparse branches and thin, small calyx dotted with pearls", and the important self-media said that he was "beautiful but not vulgar", predicting that in a few years, he will Once the greenness fades away, she will definitely become a great talent, and even have the possibility of competing for the number one in the circle.

A few years later, Ling Jiale's facial features did grow, but he no longer sang or danced.His voice was broken, the group was also disbanded, Ling Jiale moved to the small screen, produced countless shoddy works, hype and negative news continued, his career experienced ups and downs several times, his body also experienced fat and thin, and after several tosses, his temperament became more and more weird.

Some people scolded him for being a bad character, others praised him for his unruly personality, the black fan group and the fan group are like a gourd in water - you go up and down; until an old video recently broke out, even the most staunch old fans can hardly accept it, collectively defection.

Ling Jiale has finally become a veritable "Internet hacker", and it seems that there is no possibility of turning over.

No one remembers "sparse branches, horizontal jade and thin, small calyx dotted with pearls", and no one remembers the prophecy about "No. [-]".When mentioning Ling Jiale, the first thing people think of is "gaudy" or even "promiscuous". It is their own fault to say that he will have what he is today.

——"What sacrifice?" After Ling Jiale asked that sentence, before waiting for an answer immediately, she lowered her head impatiently and continued to read the cover of the audition script.

"The director and screenwriter are both Wang Xu. Director Wang Xu wrote the script himself!" He murmured happily, his slender fingers rubbing those words back and forth, fearing that he was dreaming.

When he raised his head to look at Xu Feng again, tears were already in his eyes, "I thought it was really over, I thought I would never be able to continue the show..." There were tears in his eyes, but he smiled very happily, "Brother Xu, it was my fault that caused you so much trouble... Really, thank you."

Xu Feng couldn't bear to see his credulous stupidity and innocence.He looked away, gestured to the script in Ling Jiale's hand with his chin, and said vaguely, "You read the content first."

Only then did Ling Jiale feel something strange, and turned to the first page suspiciously. After reading a few lines, his expression changed, and he looked at Xu Feng in shock.

"Do you understand?" Xu Feng asked him.

Ling Jiale hastily read through the two pages of audition content, and quickly turned back to the cover. There were four big characters in bold on it - "Sweat Through Clothes", and "Director and Screenwriter: Wang Xu" were clearly written below.

He asked Xu Feng in a panic and at a loss: "Isn't that the great director Wang Xu?"

Xu Feng nodded, "It's Wang Xu."

Ling Jiale panicked even more, "Wang Xu... isn't Wang Xu an old director? Hasn't he been making commercial films all the time? Why... and what you said just now... what sacrifice?"

He hated his own voice, he was used to speaking in a low voice, and now he was even more flustered, the last two words were so weak that he could hardly hear them.

Xu Feng couldn't help sighing, and whispered as if he felt sorry for him: "That's what you think."

Ling Jiale turned pale with shock, her voice suddenly raised and pierced: "Why! Can you shoot like that?"

"Ja Le, the market is so open now that even A-rated films are legal, and it's normal for literary films to follow suit."

Ling Jiale crumpled the three pages of paper with his fingers, "This, can this be considered a literary film? I..." He lowered his head, lonely and embarrassed, "I am also a serious actor."

"Jia Le, you can only be considered an actor if you have a film to shoot." Xu Feng expressed his earnestness and said patiently: "Of course it is considered a literary film. I heard that many people are eyeing this new market, just Liu Pei, Directors like Cheng Huan are planning to make this kind of film, and the scale is much bigger than this one. Wang Xu's reputation and level are there, so you can rest assured that his films will definitely not be purely vulgar and pornographic. He must have these requirements. He has his own deep meaning. Everyone is scrambling to be the first to try it out, this is your last chance to stand up." Xu Fengyu said earnestly.

"But this is a homosexual theme." Ling Jiale had already sensed something, trembling slightly with fear.

Xu Feng felt that his appearance at this time was a bit ridiculous, but he put on a look of thinking for him: "Isn't this theme just right for you?"

Ling Jiale seemed to have been slapped in the face, shame and anger quickly engulfed him.

He stayed there for a few seconds, then he suddenly understood, stood up abruptly, pointed at the manager's nose and growled, "Xu Feng! You won't give up until you sell me once, right?"

If he showed weakness, Xu Feng could still persuade him patiently, but he insisted on mentioning this.

Xu Feng sneered unceremoniously, and looked at him mockingly, "Ling Jiale, do you think even if you are really willing to sell, how much money can you sell with your current net worth?"