Rebirth of the King

The preparation was very thorough, and at the same time, a lot of preliminary work was done. Ancheng felt that he was determined and there was no problem.

It's a pity...people are not as good as God.

Because of the excessive indulgence the night before, the result was that he suddenly missed the alarm clock time and did not get up the next morning, and the consequent consequence was that he was late. An Cheng would never have thought of such a thing.

Along the way, Qi Yan was apologizing earnestly, Ancheng had no choice but to be too harsh, so he shook his head and said, "It's okay." He motioned for Qi Yan to drive.

It was too late, and there was really nothing to do.

It was only when we got to the place that we found out that Director Osby was really the usual romantic prince, the absolute devil on the set——

Because the door to the set was locked.

An Cheng and Qi Yan stared at the door dumbfounded for a long time. Finally, Qi Yan took out his mobile phone and said coldly, "I'll call Director Osby."

An Cheng stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't, call now, he will probably be furious."

At the critical moment, An Cheng knew the general situation better. He glanced at the closed door and had no choice but to say, "I have a way."

"Let Mo Zhi come out to help?" Qi Yan asked.

"How?" An Cheng asked Qi Yan for his opinion.

"You think he will have the key to this door?" Qi Yan sighed.

look at each other.

An Cheng called Director Osby and politely explained the situation. Osby hung up the phone without saying anything.

Not long after, a staff member trotted over to open the door for him, while talking to Qi Yan about director Osby's habits in English.

No matter how big-name an actor is, once he is late, in Osby's eyes, it will basically plummet.

Regarding this, Qi Yan turned his head to look at An Cheng: "I'm sorry, how about we..."

An Cheng shook his head and directly cut it off: "It's not that exaggerated." He pulled Qi Yan closer and gently straightened the folds of clothes that Qi Yan didn't smooth out because of his haste, feeling a little distressed in his heart.

In China, Qi Yan is the king of the studio.

He doesn't need to accommodate anyone, he can boss around and say this and that like an ancient prince.

When he was still in Ancheng, he knew that there was such a proud director, his name was Qi Yan.

And at this moment, he accompanied him to work hard in this unfamiliar place abroad, just so that one day the two of them could really stand in front of the stage, hold hands proudly, and tell everyone that we are together.

Is it worth it?

Everyone has different criteria for judging value, this is the answer Qi Yan gave when An Cheng asked about it one day.

At that time, the man was smoking, and the circles of his eyes spit out lightly, but it was tasteless.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and all the emotions in his eyes made people palpitate for no reason.

Ever since he and Qi Yan have been together for a long time, it seems that he can move Ancheng more and more easily, and his dedication is so meticulous that people can't resist it.

Is there any reason not to cherish it?

An Cheng went straight to Director Osby in the middle, and then bowed: "I'm sorry director, I was late reading the script yesterday, but I came late today. I will never allow this to happen in the future. I'm sorry."

He lowered his airs to the lowest level, in exchange for a cold snort from Osby: "Go ahead." After a pause, he added: "It's Mozhi's part now, just wait."

Ancheng naturally had no objection, he nodded his head and thanked again, just now he went to the side and patted Qi Yan on the shoulder lightly and said comfortingly: "Don't worry."

His smile was gentle, with the gentle look of the gentleman who had attracted Qi Yan before, Qi Yan felt a slight soreness in his heart for no reason, and his hands had already climbed onto his shoulders.

This action is not ambiguous, let alone in a place like the United States, even if the eyes of others pass by inadvertently, they can only turn away.

Rao felt that this kind of action was a little ambiguous, but Ancheng still couldn't bear to turn sideways.

These days, they are not easy.

With such a small movement, the corners of Qi Yan's lips slightly raised, but he looked satisfied.Little did he know that such a small emotion silently magnified countless times in An Cheng's heart, and finally turned into a touch of sadness.

An Cheng loves Qi Yan, he gives willingly, and doesn't even care about any gain or loss.

"What do you think of Mo Zhi's acting skills?" Qi Yan looked away and asked in a low voice.

Only then did An Cheng focus on it, and he nodded after looking at it for a long time: "I think it's pretty good."

"But I think," Qi Yan said with a burst of blood, "the person he plays is not Qian Long."

An Cheng frowned, he watched Mo Zhi's every move, every word and deed, and then he had to admit that Qi Yan's gaze was indeed sophisticated.

Mo Zhi's performance was a little exaggerated. Qian Long is more stable and proper, and it is unlikely that he will show that kind of proud expression. What's more, with Qian Long's current state, he should bear the humiliation more often. How could he Let your emotions be so exposed?

"If that's all he has, then you've won." Qi Yan smiled slightly.

An Cheng looked at Osby, Mo Zhi's exaggerated performance fell into the eyes of the American director, but his expression was joyful.

This made Ancheng a little confused, he pushed Qi Yan: "Look."

Not long after, the scene ended.

Director Osby was the first to get up and clapped vigorously. His eyes were filled with admiration. He stepped forward and patted Mo Zhi on the shoulder: "I want this, Chinese Kung Fu!"

He laughed heartily and recklessly, and pointed to the cameraman over there: "Did you take all the photos?"

The cameraman made an OK gesture, which made Osby even happier. He shook hands with Mo Zhili again, and said with a smile, "Very good. I must put this part in. It's really good."

Mo Zhi's performance was the first time Qian Long faced the gangster forces in the United States by himself, but such a performance...is it really enough to satisfy Osby?

An Cheng and Qi Yan are still here. If it were in China, probably no director would disclose the result so clearly before everything is finalized.

Even if you want to take into account the face of the director and actors, you shouldn't be so arrogant.

But obviously, the director didn't really care about everyone's opinions. When he turned his head to look at An Cheng, his eyes were already a little troubled: "Mr. Zhong."

An Cheng walked over and heard Osby say: "I like Mr. Mo's performance very much. He performed the silent Chinese Kung Fu in my heart."

He spoke half English and half Chinese, a little bit clumsy, but still considerate, as if he was worried that An Cheng would not understand.

An Cheng smiled slightly, his English was fluent and nice, like piano music: "So, do I need to quit? It's obvious that you have found your favorite actor."

Without consulting Qi Yan's opinion, the two of them seemed to understand each other without any need for verbal communication.

Qi Yan folded his arms and added with a slight smile: "Then, I will terminate this contract. Although there is no cooperation, I still wish Director Osby the best of luck in his new film."

Osby looked at Ancheng for a long time, and then turned to look at Qi Yan. He seemed to have read the introduction about this young actor before, and it was precisely because of this that he began to hesitate.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked just now: "Do you mind acting a part?" Osby's gaze swung between An Cheng and Qi Yan: "Well, what I mean is, if you can act a part, if it is acceptable If so, then..."

"I'm sorry," Qi Yan interrupted directly: "If we said that we were late before, it was a disrespect to the set, then I think your proposal is a disrespect to Mingxi."

An Cheng didn't speak any more, he directly touched Qi Yan's finger and smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, I think so too, Director Osby, happy cooperation."

Osby looked at him for a long time, then he waved his hand with a slight curl of his lips. The extras in charge of playing the gangster understood, and several big black men immediately surrounded him.

Surrounded in the middle, An Cheng and Qi Yan looked a little small, but Qi Yan sneered suddenly: "What do you mean, illegal detention?"

"Oh no, I just want to ask politely, would you like to give it a try?" Osby smiled slightly, and the look on the corners of his lips looked a little annoying: "If you can make me like If you fall in love with me, then I am willing to double your salary."

When Qi Yan talked with Osby before, because he had the bargaining chip of the new actor, the salary was not low, and he was already a good one among the Chinese stars who made their debut in Hollywood in recent years.

At this moment when he said such a sentence, Ancheng immediately turned his head to look at Qi Yan, and Qi Yan's lips curled slightly: "It's very simple, double the improvement."

Osby blinked and laughed lowly: "If Mr. Zhong is worth it."

An Cheng didn't make him wait too long, he got into the mood instantly.

Most of these extras playing gangsters are selected from the real martial arts, and some of them have no foundation, but An Cheng's gaze changed instantly, becoming cruel but desperate.He stared at the people next to him one by one, his eyes were a little cold.

At this time, it seemed that he was no longer An Cheng, and had become another complete stranger.

Qi Yan stared at him with a snake-like gaze, his heart trembled for no reason.

This is the real Ancheng, with the strongest strength, which is usually hidden under his gentle smile, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

Being swept by his gaze, it was like being stared at by a hunter, and there was no possibility of escape.

After a long while, An Cheng smiled softly, and he licked his lips lightly. This simple action was so creepy that his hairs almost exploded.

Those extras looked at each other, and then one of them snorted coldly: "If you have the real ability, you will show it, so you think..."

"Heh..." Ancheng laughed lowly, his thin body seemed to burst out with extremely powerful strength in an instant, and he jumped forward suddenly, stepping on the ground and jumping up!There are no props, no special effects, his movements don't fluctuate too much, but his eyes are fixed, and he kicks the man in front of him with that playful and condensed expression. Falling backwards uncontrollably.

At the last moment, he could only see An Cheng's cold and disdainful eyes, as if he was looking at an ant.

The moment the back of his head was almost touching the ground, he didn't hear Osby's snap.

On the contrary, Ancheng stretched out his hand to catch him easily, and changed into a man's usual gentle appearance: "Are you all right?"

Within sight, Ancheng smiled slightly.

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