I really can't stand him crying [entertainment circle]

The lines in Zong Ji's head were connected one by one. It took him a long time to prepare, but no one urged him.

"Director Fang, screenwriter teacher, I would like to ask, is the same person in these three scenes?"

The character image outlined by a single segment is very vague. If it is a person, it will be easier to handle.

The two looked up at him, and a smile appeared on the screenwriter's face: "It's one person."

After getting the answer, Zong Ji thanked him, and put down the content of the audition: "I'm ready."

This kid, did he actually prepare both expressions of not being the same person and being the same person?

Director Fang and the screenwriter exchanged a look: "Then let's start."

The street was very noisy with people coming and going, the sound of conversation, the sound of soliciting customers, and the sound of bells on rickshaws mixed together.Zong Ji glanced at the breakfast stalls on the street. Some sold wontons, scones and steamed buns. What should he eat?

He is not short of money, so he doesn't care which one is cheaper.

At this time, the scone seller yelled: "Scones, freshly baked scones, two coins for each, delicious and filling."

Then eat scones, Zong Ji made a decision.In fact, he will definitely be eating scones today.Because his main purpose is not to buy breakfast.

He went to the scone stand: "Give me half a scone."

The scone boss smiled obsequiously, a little embarrassed because he was afraid of offending him: "Excuse me sir, the scones don't sell half a piece."

"Why don't you sell half a piece? The noodles are divided into small and large portions, and your cakes are all the same size, so I can't eat a piece, so I have to buy half a piece."

Zong Ji argued with the boss that he was not angry, and there was no need to be angry with this kind of person.

The eyes of the two met, and as soon as they touched the point, they had confirmed each other's identity.

The scone stall owner didn't dare to say any more. He wrapped half a scone in oiled paper and handed it to Zong Ji: "Take it well."

Zong Ji threw a penny to the scone stall owner: "Sell me sooner, why don't I have to talk so much."

He seldom eats scones, and eating scones on the street is not in line with his status, so he held them in his hand and raised his hand to hail a rickshaw.The newspaper boy asked him to sell newspapers, and he paid for another copy, and finally got in a rickshaw and left.

The owner of the scone stand behind him was still there: "Scones, freshly baked scones..."

Zong Ji put down his hands and stood up straight, signaling the end of the first scene.

After a short break, he started the second.

The gunshot wounds to his calf, abdomen, and shoulder blades made it difficult for him to walk due to excessive blood loss. He covered his abdomen with one hand and raised it with the other—the person who was talking to him was supporting him to walk.

Someone was chasing them from behind, and the pace of the two of them was a little hasty.Cold sweat broke out on Zong Ji's face, his vision was a little loose, the injury was so severe that he almost collapsed.

"You go first, Wanwan will be handed over to you, if it succeeds, remember to burn some paper for me at the intersection..."

He wanted to put down his clasped hands, but was held back: "What nonsense are you talking about, I won't leave you alone."

Zong Ji didn't have the strength to say anything else, so he withdrew his hand vigorously, and then pushed his companion behind: "Go!"

This action caused his wound to tear more severely, and Zong Ji instantly lost his strength and fell to the ground.He leaned against the wall, even now his back was straight.

The companion wanted to turn back and pull him, but Zong Ji stared at him steadfastly.The companion knew what he was talking about, gritted his teeth and left cruelly.

A smile appeared on Zong Ji's face, and he didn't close his eyes. He had to drag the people behind with his last breath.

Imagining that there is a wall behind him and sitting back is a test of the core strength of the body. Zong Ji stood up, twisted his neck, took a breath, stood in the far corner of the room, and began to perform the third and final scene.

The size of the ballroom is not small, he has to start from one corner of the room, go through a few turns, and finally reach the other diagonal corner.

In order not to splatter blood, Zong Ji, who strangled someone to death just now, moved his fingers, lowered his head and straightened his clothes, then washed his hands and walked out of the toilet, wiping his hands with paper towels as he walked.

The dancers on the stage were singing, and Zong Ji walked out while admiring the beauties. He dragged her into the cubicle just now, and no one should notice for the time being.

Zong Ji had a relaxed demeanor, but the movements of his feet were not slow.He observed the movement around him from the corner of his eye, his seemingly relaxed eyes actually contained vigilance.

There was commotion from behind, and someone found the body in the toilet.

But so what, he has already come out, and no one will know that he killed the person.Zong Ji had a smile on his face.

After all the scenes were performed, Zong Jichao bowed down to Director Fang and the screenwriter.

During Zong Ji's audition, the two wrote and drew on paper from time to time, and occasionally exchanged glances. They didn't continue talking until Zong Ji finished his performance.

"Good performance, go back and wait for news."

"Thank you Director Fang, thank you screenwriter teacher."

Zong Ji didn't know if he could pass the audition, but he had tried his best.

Taking out his mobile phone, Liu Wang and the others sent messages to care about his audition situation, and Zong Ji replied one by one.

"What do you think?" Director Xu took a moment to ask, "What did the director say?"

"Director Fang said that I did a good job and asked me to go back and wait for news."

This old thing, nine out of ten say so.Director Xu cursed secretly, and then asked Zong Ji: "Are you free? If you are free, come to dinner tonight. We're done."

In fact, the production team wrapped up yesterday. In order not to disturb Zong Ji's audition, none of the crew of Shengkai disclosed the news to Zong Ji in advance, and even set the finale banquet for today.

"I'll definitely come tonight!" The auditions are over, and it's useless to think about whether he can pass, Zong Ji no longer looks for trouble, and happily goes back to clean up and wait for the finale banquet in the evening.

After telling Liu Wang that he would not go home for dinner at night, Zong Ji took his mobile phone and keys and went to the hotel where he had dinner.

In order to celebrate her daughter's finale, the evening's finale banquet was sponsored by Mr. Zhou, and it was held at Tiancheng Hotel.

"Brother is here!" "Brother, come quickly!" "Brother, long time no see!" "Brother, why do I think you've become handsome?" "Brother is already handsome!"

As soon as Zong Ji entered the banquet hall, he was stopped. He was full of ears, and he smiled and greeted while walking towards Director Xu.

Knowing that not many people participated in his audition today, Director Xu and Zhou Jiajia did not mention it at the dinner table, and found other topics to talk about.

"I heard that you took a lot of photos, do you have them in your phone, let's take a look?"

Zhou Jiajia heard some news from Tang Cai, but she didn't see a single photo. Although Teacher Yu has a backup, but it involves personal privacy, it is more respectful to ask me in person.

"Yes." Zong Ji was a little embarrassed, and took out his phone to show Zhou Jiajia the photo, "It's not like me at all."

"Where, it's you!" Zhou Jiajia flipped through the photos, "Brother, you have to be more confident, believe that you are as handsome as you look in the photo!"

Zhou Jiajia often takes selfies on weekdays, and she understands things that look better than herself.

In fact, the difference between the photo and Zong Ji’s is not very big. Zong Ji’s photo is a character card, and Tang Cai keeps his makeup. Teacher Yu doesn’t have too many photos, so it’s far from being a photo cheat.

"Yes, brother, you have to be confident." Director Xu agrees with Zhou Jiajia's words, Zong Ji is good everywhere, but sometimes he is too unconfident in himself.

Everyone had a great time at the wrap-up banquet, and they were about to let themselves go.

"It's easy for you, I'm early." Afterwards, the post-production, publicity and release, and the release of the movie are in full swing. The finalization is only a small step of success, and the release of the movie is the real liberation.

"I wish the box office a great success!"

"Boom at the box office!"

Everyone toasted together, as if they had seen the day they were looking forward to.

Zong Ji originally wanted to talk to Director Xu about the content of today's audition in detail alone, and ask him to help analyze his performance, but Director Xu got so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly, and Zong Ji's plan fell through.

"Where do you live, I'll take you back?" Zhou Jiajia had a driver to pick him up, so it was more convenient to send Zongji off.

"No need, I'll take a taxi." Zong Ji drank some wine, two blushes floated on his face, looking a little cute, "Sister Jiajia, you must have the self-consciousness of a female star."

His tone was serious, and Zhou Jiajia was amused by him: "Okay, the female star knows, then be careful on the road, and tell me when you arrive."

Zhou Jiajia got into the car, and Zong Ji looked up and around. There was no taxi in front of the hotel, and he had to walk to the side of the road to get a taxi.

"I said why the elevator is always on the eighth floor. It turns out that the crew of Shengkai is holding a wrap-up banquet." Xiao Zhao went downstairs to fetch things for Qi Chongyan, just in time for the wrap-up banquet to end, and waited for a long time for the elevator.

Hearing Xiao Zhao's words, Qi Chongyan paused while changing clothes: "I'll go out for a while."

"Hey——" Xiao Zhao watched him leave without buttoning all the buttons, and was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time.

There is one thing to say, their bodies are really good.

Qi Chongyan buttoned up the buttons indiscriminately in the elevator, almost ran out of the hotel at the speed of running, and finally saw Zong Ji who was walking towards the side of the road.He immediately changed another way, ran in front of Zong Ji and then walked back, and met him face to face.

Just, very, not on purpose.

"It's you." After a long time no see, Zong Ji was a little surprised, "Is the burn on your tongue healed?"

After asking, he patted his head, what he was talking about, you don't need to ask for so long to know what he is talking about.

Qi Chongyan's tongue hurt subconsciously: "Okay...Okay."

"It's fine." Zong Ji saw the messy buttons on Qi Chongyan's body, pointed to remind him, "You didn't button them properly."

"It's okay." Qi Chongyan looked down and said indifferently.

The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and the neckline was open, revealing half of his vigorous chest muscles.Zong Ji looked away and looked at the passing traffic.

A taxi with an empty license plate came over, and Zong Ji waved: "I'm going back first, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Qi Chongyan withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and buttoned his button again.Returning to the hotel, I realized that I was in a hurry and didn't take anything.

Fortunately, the front desk knew his face. After all, he lived on the top floor for half a year, and there was no one else except Qi Chongyan.