Unspoken rules of rebirth of the actor

Zheng Zixuan's role was arranged at the end. It was already late at night when today's filming ended. He packed up his things and said hello to everyone before leaving the set. The late summer night was still very hot, and even the wind blowing on his body was With heat.

He walked quickly to the bus stop in front of him, and a black car slid over behind him silently. He turned his head and glanced at it, but he didn't care. He is very confident, but others don't think highly of him, because he doesn't have a strong backing to rely on, and the director can't even call him by name, it's just whoever calls him, no matter how good he is , It is also difficult to get an appreciative look from others.

Want to get stronger.

This kind of thinking is getting stronger and stronger. Only when he is strong enough to be looked up to, can he do what he wants to do and protect the people he wants to protect.

The black car stopped next to him without a sound, and finally caught Zheng Zixuan's attention. He turned his head to look, and the window that blocked his view slowly rolled down. The man in the driver's seat said politely: "Zheng Zixuan Sir, my husband has something to discuss with you." Although it was a polite question, it was clearly not in a questioning tone.

Zheng Zixuan looked at the person vigilantly, and asked, "Who is your husband?"

"Mr. Zheng will know when he gets there. It will definitely not do any harm to Mr. Zheng." The man still looked polite, paused, and then said: "Mr. Zheng and Mr. Shu are good friends. My husband has long wanted to see Mr. Zheng."

Hearing this, Zheng Zixuan's face changed, no matter how stupid he was, he could still understand the meaning of the other party's words, and there was a hint of anger on his handsome face, "That's just right, I really want to see your husband too."

The black car drove steadily in the night, and after more than an hour, it stopped in a high-end residential area in the city. He had heard people say that the status of people who could live here would not be so low, of course. , There are also people who will raise people in it.

Zheng Zixuan followed behind that man without saying a word. No matter how unconvinced, with his current ability, it is impossible to live in such a place, even ten years later, he couldn't help feeling a little bit defeat.

The elevator went up to the 16th floor and stopped. Passing through the corridor, the two stopped in front of a door. The man stretched out his hand and twisted the door open, and made a "please" gesture to Zheng Zixuan, "Mr. is inside." Obviously he didn't intend to. go in.

Zheng Zixuan glanced at him, and walked in without the slightest hesitation. He had long wanted to meet the man who made Shu Qing leave him. Now that the other party came to him on his own initiative, he would naturally not refuse.

Watching Zheng Zixuan go in, the man twitched the corners of his mouth inexplicably, closed the door, and waited consciously at the door. He knew that their conversation would not last long. Sure enough, not long after, the closed door was opened again. Open it, and the person who came out was not Zheng Zixuan, but a man in his fifties. Even if he just stood there silently, his powerful aura was impossible to ignore.

The man lowered his head and called out respectfully: "Sir, are you going back?"

Probably because the progress of the matter was as he expected, Mr. Lu looked in a good mood, he nodded and said, "You wait here, and send him back later."

"Okay, sir." The man sent Mr. Lu into the elevator, lowered his head and waited respectfully, until the elevator door was completely closed, he raised his head, looked at the constantly beating red numbers on the elevator, and finally changed his respectful attitude. He shrugged his shoulders meaninglessly, turned his head to look in the direction of the room, and said in his heart: Sure enough, things like chance are very random.