After reaching the pinnacle of life, cheats came [Entertainment Circle]

"How are you doing recently?"

With a gentle voice like jade, Lian Yi greeted his withdrawn brother Yao with a smile on his face.

"Well, everything is fine." Liancheng replied dryly, his mind went blank, not knowing what to say next.

"Do you need help?"

……

Liancheng's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his voice a lot: "No need."

Lian Yi was not surprised by this answer, and chuckled lightly: "Okay, I see."

"Take care of yourself, go home when you have time, grandpa misses you."

call ended.

Liancheng went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, drank it all in one gulp, propped it up on the clean and empty cooking table with one hand, and felt his head hurt again.

Darren's work efficiency is not low. In just two weeks, Liancheng's personal studio has begun to take shape.

only……

"If we don't get any more jobs, the studio won't last long."

Embarrassed, Darren showed Liancheng the bills for the past few weeks.

The last time Liancheng gave him a card, there were more than 100 million start-up funds in it.

After paying the exorbitant termination fee, that's all Liancheng has accumulated over the years.

And with this money, you can't even rent a high-end suit for a few days.

"Why don't we take on a few plays first?" Darren asked tentatively.

In fact, he wanted to say, or ask your brother for help.But thinking about the behavior style of his own artist in the past, he obviously had many opportunities to ask for help, but he always let things evolve into the current situation again and again, so he swallowed those words back.

"..."

You don't need to watch it to know what kind of dramas Darren said are "used for transition".

These days, the upsurge of Liancheng's contract termination faded away, and some entertainment companies in the circle came to Liancheng, wanting to sign him.

Who knew that Liancheng set up his own studio, and people in the circle who wanted to pick up the leaks all watched the excitement.

The contract termination statement issued by Tiansheng Company is still hanging there, and the director of Liancheng's original planned next drama directly ruined the contract and replaced Liancheng's role with someone else.

Even the original spokespersons are being replaced one after another.

In other words, Liancheng, who is a strong man who broke his wrist, is losing his coffee.

If he doesn't have any works above the passing mark, he will disappear from the entertainment circle in a year or two.

"What scripts are there? Read them to me."

Liancheng himself was not in a hurry, he went out these few days to pick out painting materials, and even decorated the studio himself, painting and smearing in the studio when he had nothing to do all day long.

Darren couldn't understand him, so he had to do things obediently according to his requirements.

"The first script is "Women's Street" directed by Li Tao. Your character is the male third, a... teenager whose IQ is below the average level."

Li Tao is a well-known female director in China. Most of her plays focus on shaping the inner world of women, and even the leading role of the male lead is pitifully small.Not to mention Liancheng's male third.

Darren couldn't see Liancheng's joy and anger, so he continued to read.

"The second script is... Wen Xianzhang's "Mr. Tiger". The director seems to be not well-known. I checked and found that this is the third movie he has made. The first two movies didn't have a good reputation."

"The third script is..." Darren looked at the name of the director who was famous for his tertiary films, and suddenly couldn't read any more.

He put down the script, and said seriously: "Why don't you find your brother."

"The first script sounds pretty good." Liancheng ignored him, and continued to mix the paint in his hands, "Youth with a low IQ, Ladies' Street. What is the main story?"

"Um, let me see." Darren flipped through the script and read it: "Xiao An, an orphan born in Ladies' Market, with low intelligence, raised by women in Ladies' Market... There have never been men in Ladies' Market, Xiao An is the only man. Women come to this street for various reasons, they hate men, but are deeply attracted by Xiao An who is like a child..."

Liancheng's eyes darkened, he stopped his hands, took the script, "Let me see."

Darren handed him the script, "Look."

In fact, the role of Xiaoan in the play has a lot of roles, most of the time he is in Ladies' Market, and has personal connections with several important female characters in it.

Liancheng finished the script quickly, frowning so much that he could kill a mosquito.

"Can't I play the male number one?" The male number one is a bandit who fled to Ladies' Street during the chaos.

Darren secretly rolled his eyes, slandering in his heart: "Don't you think this role collides with your first role?"

He only dared to say this secretly in his heart, what an actor fears most is to live in the shadow of a character all the time.

"Ask the director, if I can play the male lead."

"Can't?"

"If you can't, you can find more scripts."

Liancheng looked at him coldly, and Darren surrendered: "Okay, I understand! Don't look at me like that!"

Liancheng ignored him and continued to draw his paintings.

Darren couldn't read the messy lines on the paper like Morse code.

But he knew that Liancheng was in a good mood now.

So he leaned forward with a cheeky smile and said, "Are you still angry because I contacted your brother?"

Lian Cheng glanced at him sideways, "Just contact?"

Well, Darren held up his hands with a convinced expression on his face.

"But I never betrayed you, so you can always trust me?"

"If I didn't believe you, you wouldn't be here at all."

Knowing that Darren wanted to seize his current position, Liancheng explained to him generously: "He and I are not enemies, and it doesn't matter even if we contact him. Just don't get too involved in the decisions I make, and the rest is up to you."

"Also, put away the disgusting smile on your face. It's late, you can go."

In the next second, Liancheng returned to his stinking manner, and issued an order to evict the guest without mercy.

Darren didn't seem to see his disgust, and smiled and took his things to leave, "Don't worry, I'll ask a few friends to see if there are any suitable scripts."

"Oh, by the way, your fans asked me if it's still the old rule to send letters?"

"Old rules."

He personally sent Darren to the door. Just as he was about to close the door, Darren suddenly turned his head, stretched out his hand to block the door, and said seriously, "Don't be too sad, we will get better."

Liancheng has been in the industry for many years, and Liancheng is not his first star.

But he had never seen such a persistent person.

Liancheng's lips moved slightly, and he pushed his hand out of the door: "...idiot."

The door is closed.

Darren whistled, his brows and eyes curved into smiles.Decided to tell fans that Liancheng liked their letters very much and would read every letter.

After entering the elevator, Darren put the script in his arms and took out his mobile phone to ask his friends one by one.

"Hello."

Darren raised his head and looked up at the other person in the elevator suspiciously.

The young man was wearing a tracksuit, his hair was still a little damp, his face was reddish, his eyes were clear and peaceful, and seeing Darren's reaction, he immediately stretched out his hand: "Hi, I'm a resident here."

Thinking that he regarded himself as a resident here, Darren did not explain, took back his mobile phone, and stretched out his right hand: "Hello."

The man smiled and resumed his standing posture, and the elevator fell into an awkward silence.

Darren just took out his phone when the man spoke again.

"That... How is Liancheng recently?"

Darren looked at him in surprise, the young man blushed and said shyly, "I'm his fan."

what.

Liancheng probably didn't know there were fans of him here, right?

Otherwise he probably wouldn't live here.

Darren showed a formulaic smile: "Thank you for your concern, Liancheng is fine now. If it's convenient, please don't disturb his private life. Thank you for your cooperation."

Wen Yanqing's eyes were shining, and she nodded hastily, "Don't worry, I won't disturb him."

Seeing that he was quite sensible, Darren decided not to tell Liancheng about it.

After all, they are too poor to afford a place to live.

Compared with whether there is a suitable script to solve the dilemma, Liancheng pays more attention to his own paintings.

He has been dreaming about the systematic training sessions for several nights.

But every time he wakes up, he can't remember what he dreamed about.

Just a headache.

The pain is lessened when I pick up the paintbrush.

At the beginning, all his drawings were messy lines, and it took a month for his paintings to show some shapes.

During the period, Darren found some scripts, but none of them were very suitable.

Liancheng's acting skills were not the problem, the problem was with the investors.

Once the show team leaks any news that Liancheng will participate in the filming, some investors will be unwilling.

"What the hell, who are these people? People can't leave the tea so quickly, can they?"

Gritting his teeth, Darren collapsed on the sofa of Liancheng's house, cursing in his mouth, and replied with his hands: "Okay, thank you director, and we will cooperate again when we have the opportunity."

He turned his head and vented his temper at Liancheng in the studio.

"Is Tiansheng Company sick? It's catching you alone and biting non-stop, isn't it? It withdraws capital from this crew today and that crew from tomorrow. It seems that without it investing in the whole of China, the filming would not be possible."

Several times I contacted Liancheng for a suitable script, but always received news at the critical moment that Tiansheng had stopped investing, Tiansheng refused to play Liancheng, and Liancheng was kicked out of the crew.

Liancheng didn't go on Weibo, and didn't see his name being posted on the trending search and being ridiculed round and round.

Those who like him are angry about him, but they can't help Liancheng after all.

In private, unsightly rumors are flying all over the sky.

Liancheng ignored himself, so Darren could only take his anger out on the rumor-monger, switched the trumpet and cursed back: "Are you too full? You might as well worry about how many meals you can eat if you have such leisure!"

He flitted his fingers, fighting happily, and didn't notice that the studio door was opened.

The confusion and gloom of the past three months dissipated from Liancheng.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his dark eyes were full of seriousness.

He looked eagerly at the painting on the drawing board, which was the scene of the night he left Jingling City in his dream.

Standing on a lush mountainside in the jungle overlooking the ancient city, the man in the middle is handsome, with a pannier on his back, revealing a painting scroll, his right hand rests on the shoulder of a little boy, and a handsome man stands on the left.Following their gaze, a big fire broke out in the ancient city, and people shuttled in the flames. Among them was a leading man, in a charging posture, pointing forward, followed by many people.

Every detail of the characters in the painting is fully revealed, from their clothing, standing posture, to the eyes of several key figures.Standing outside the painting seems to be able to feel their emotions.

What an emotion that was.

With expectations for the road ahead, pity for the things in front of me, and the panic and courage to move forward in the dark before dawn.

[Congratulations to the host, the first stage of the course has reached the sss grade. 】