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At the end of December, the annual film event, the Golden Ling Awards, just came to an end.The crowds on the Bund gradually dispersed, but online public opinion remained warm.

[It's another year of golden feathers.Discussion: What are some examples in the film industry where debut was the pinnacle? 】

The comment section is in full swing.

High praise for the first article:

Nominated for the intoxication of a glimpse in "Tassel".

Reply to the comments, there are many echoes.

"I debuted at the age of 15, and now I'm only in my early twenties, and I haven't been serious about filming for two or three years."

"He wastes food like this, is he worthy of God chasing after him to feed him? [白眼] [白眼]"

"Don't brag that the average score of the movie exceeds 8.5. Cold knowledge: If you don't make new movies, there will never be a bad movie [狗头] [狗头]"

"Other actors joined the group seamlessly, but he was the only one who was intoxicated and was in seamless love."

"Is he more scumbag than Heng Liu? Thanks to my life and death in "Tassels" [white eyes]"

"Everyone count, yesterday was the first time that our Shen beauty was photographed dating different male stars this year?"

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The fireworks flew into the sky with a puff, and disappeared in the moment of blooming.

"Shen Meiren" was leaning on the sofa in the apartment with no expression, wearing loose gray home clothes and no shoes or socks.His left leg was crossed, and his right leg was hanging casually on the side of the sofa, revealing his white and slender ankle, and a small section of slender and straight calf.

He was wiping the dagger in his hand with a tissue paper.

The short knife was sharp and glowing with a calm white light, dazzling from a certain angle.And he looked calm and focused, and the neckline slipped off inadvertently when he exerted force, revealing the strong and beautiful right-angled left shoulder muscles, without a trace of extra fat.

"I know you don't care about being photographed," the manager, Sister Lu, sat beside her with a tired look on her face, "But recently, someone just happened to be staring at you and trying to blackmail you!"

The tablet in front of her stayed on a blurry candid photo with the title "Holding hands with talented musicians, intoxicated and making a new love again?!"

"I just had a meal yesterday." Shen Zui didn't even raise his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth pursed as if he felt aggrieved, "That's all."

"Dinner? That's all?" Sister Lu laughed angrily, "Do you have no money to buy chicken breast?"

"Who doesn't know that the purpose of inviting you to dinner is to pick you up?"

Seeing that Shen Zui was unmoved, she raised her voice, "Count up, how many is this year?!"

"If you count Liu Heng, it's the ninth one." Shen Zui thought for a while and added, "The number of netizens."

"........."

Sister Lu was suffocated for a moment.

The assistant An An standing aside carefully served a cup of tea, "Sister Lu, calm down."

Sister Lu took two deep breaths, took a sip of tea and put it down, "Shen Zui, in the past two years, you have pushed back all the scenes in order to film "Spring Rest."

"It was so easy to get the investment this time, and the filming is about to start. You,"

"Is there any connection between the two?" Shen Zui spoke slowly and in a low voice.

He casually picked up the scabbard from the coffee table and closed it with a bang.

Sister Lu: "Xia Dao's illness is not cured yet, seeing this news makes you mad!"

"Will not."

squeak——

Shen Zui picked up another knife from the coffee table, unsheathed it and continued wiping.

It seems that there is a little dust on the blade.He squinted his eyes and blew on it.

Gently and softly.

"I was cultivated by the teacher," Shen Zui said in a leisurely voice, "The teacher understands me."

"........."

"Then I beg you," Sister Lu rubbed her temples, "I beg you! Stop teasing people."

Shen Zui snorted noncommittally, and half-lyed down on the soft sofa.

"Wang Ge is slandering you and——" Sister Lu paused, "It's always a bad word. He must still regret that "Tassel" didn't compete with you back then."

"He has some background, so you can restrain yourself, okay?"

Shen Zui was still staring at the sharp short blade in his hand.

His ten fingers are thin and well-defined, and he tightly holds the thin and sharp knife, which is stretched out in a clear light blue color, and there is a cruel and fragile beauty when you look closely.

After a while, Shen Zui pointed to the white cabinet on the right side of the living room, "Xiao An, go and get my cell phone."

"Okay." Xiao An hastily brought out the phone and handed it to Shen Zui.

Shen Zui unlocked it, and handed the phone back to Xiao An, "Delete all the notes in WeChat that call the alarm button."

"......"

Sister Lu's brain hurts.

"Wait," Sister Lu signaled Xiaoan, "Be careful when deleting, don't delete Liu Heng too."

"........."

After Shen Zui finished wiping, he closed the knife and put it down, "Liu Heng, I didn't press the siren button."

"..." Sister Lu curled her lips, "It's because you still have a conscience."

Xiao An seriously deleted WeChat.

Shen Zui stood up from the sofa, without shoes on, and walked barefoot to the weighing scale in the corner.

Sister Lu also came over and took a look, "You are really thin enough, look at that little chin."

Di-

Numbers appear on the display.

"Tsk tsk, lighter than me." Sister Lu said.

Shen Zui was not very satisfied, "It weighed 0.151 kilograms."

"........."

"It doesn't matter about the weight, let's put it away first." Sister Lu said, "Tomorrow, the management of "Spring Dwelling" will hold an annual meeting, so you should prepare."

"No." Shen Zui didn't even think about it.

He got off the scale and walked to the mirror, "They didn't invite me."

Facing the mirror, Shen Zui brushed the slightly long hair behind her ears, revealing a small face the size of a palm.

The thin eyebrows are agile, and the thin lips are slightly pursed.

A pair of single eyelids raised at the end of the eyes slanted into the temples.

The skull and jaw are fully developed, the nasal bone is long and straight, and the chin is exquisite and small.The whole face is firm and soft, without any dead spots.

Shen Zui stretched out a finger, and lightly stroked his right lower jaw.

He stared at his face in the mirror, lost in thought.

"I know, you don't really like to participate in this kind of activities." Sister Lu has long been familiar with Narcissus' behavior, "But this time Director Xia is still recovering, and Liu Heng is also in Beijing. "Spring Habitat" has dragged on for so long and finally got investment, and none of the main creators will go, which is inappropriate."

His intoxicated eyes still fell on the pair of pupils in the mirror.

Sister Lu lowered her voice, "Also, I heard that this time, Mr. Yan, the boss of the capital, takes everything from black to white. He is very resourceful and has the right to speak in many big projects."

"Director Xia is getting old, and filming is always 'a ten-year grind', and this film will be closed after the filming is over." She leaned close to Shen Zui, earnestly said, "You have been making his films since your debut. The last time you insisted on filming "Spring Habitat", it was delayed for two years, and I didn't stop it."

"But you have to think about future development!"

"President Yan has a lot of resources. It's always good for you to get acquainted."

"Ok?"

It seemed that it took quite a while before Shen Zui realized that Sister Lu was talking.

He tilted his head, as if he didn't hear clearly, "What did you just say?"

"What?"

"......" Sister Lu said, "Yan, Mr. Yan."

Yan.

Not a common surname.

"Mr. Yan's company has been gaining momentum in the past two years." Seeing Shen Zui, Sister Lu seemed to be thinking, and said while the iron was hot, "Are you going?"

"No." The corners of Shen Zui's mouth became flatter.

He turned away from the mirror blankly, and stood on the treadmill with the densely written script.

"I hate Yan most." Shen Zui said softly.

The next day, the Bund.

Yan Mingyang stood in front of the French windows on the 48th floor, and the lights outside were just beginning to come on.He put his hands in the pockets of his valuable trousers, and tapped his right thumb lightly, as if beating the beat.

This is a sign of Yan Mingyang's joy and satisfaction, usually when he has everything under control.

The cars in the field of vision are as small as play toys, and no one can see them clearly.

Yan Mingyang's lips parted into a smile, but Tao Hua's eyes showed a bottomless coolness, "Here...the scenery is nice."

He loves the world, human beings, and creatures.

At least that's what he claims to be.

"Mr. Yan, the annual meeting is about to begin." A tall girl with bob hair stood beside her, and she handed over a piece of paper, "Here is your opening speech."

Yan Mingyang hummed, took the speech without reading it, and stuffed it directly into his suit pocket.

He glanced at his watch, "Has everyone memorized it?"

The girl wears straight bangs, with big eyes underneath.She nodded, "Don't worry, you have memorized everything."

Yan Mingyang has three secretaries, and he named them No. [-], No. [-], and No. [-] respectively, which is concise and to the point.

The three secretarial posts each have their own division of responsibilities, and changing people does not change jobs.

This girl is "No. [-]", and her specialty is her amazing memory.

She needs to step on nine centimeter high heels tonight, and stand beside Yan Mingyang as a female companion. The most important task is: prompting.

The scene of the annual meeting was full of people.

As an investor, Yan Mingyang is still very young.But money and power will make a person quickly gain the superficial respect of others.

In addition to employees, many people who have intersected with his career were present today, including many celebrities.

After a brief opening speech, Yan Mingyang smiled generously, pulled up his female companion and walked towards the crowd.

Yan Mingyang can remember these complicated and numerous interpersonal relationships by himself, but it is not necessary.

"This is Director Pei's first secretary," a middle-aged man with a gentle temperament came to meet him, No. [-] whispered behind Yan Mingyang, "My surname is Li."

"Secretary Li." Yan Mingyang offered to extend his hand.His tone was casual, but his eyes were serious, "Why didn't Pei Yan come by himself?"

"Could it be that I just won the Golden Plume Award, so I don't care about my employer?"

"You're joking." Secretary Li lowered his head slightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing, "The filming of "Lost Temperature" is about to start, and our director Pei has been sleeping all night for the new movie, so we really can't get out."

"Really." Yan Mingyang snorted coldly with a smile on his eyes, which was thought-provoking.

Pei Yan's film has won the championship in the Spring Festival more than once, and it is one of Yan Mingyang's most profitable projects in the past two years.

Therefore, even Secretary Li can "stand" and talk to Yan Mingyang.

"We, Director Pei, heard that you recently voted for Director Xia's movie?" Secretary Li asked seemingly unintentionally.

"summer,"

"Xia Rusen, the master of literary and artistic films." No. [-] immediately reminded him calmly, speaking quickly.

"The director of the movie "Spring Residence" you voted for, Wang Ge will play the second male lead."

"It is rumored that Xia Rusen and Pei Yan are feuds."

"...Director Xia's film," Yan Mingyang smiled slightly, "I did vote."

He never offended anyone in unnecessary matters, so he patted Secretary Li on the shoulder reassuringly, "Everyone is my brother,"

"Xia Rusen is 60 years old this year." No. [-] quickly added.

"..." Yan Mingyang answered the second half of the sentence calmly, "with friends."

"Your Director Pei also owns shares in my company. "Spring Rest" made money and he didn't lose money."

To some extent, Yan Mingyang is very "approachable".He never favors one person over another, and only chats with every guest.

Half an hour after the annual meeting started, Yan Mingyang was making big cakes with a film producer.

No. [-] whispered behind his ear, "President Yan, Wang Ge is here."

Yan Mingyang: "What's the matter with him?"

"I haven't got the second male lead from "Spring Dwelling" yet," said No. [-].

"Mr. Yan," Secretary No. [-] hurried over from the corridor outside the banquet hall, "We've been trying to figure out a way, but Xia Rusen just won't let go."

"They insist on intoxication."

"Shen Zui is originally scheduled to be the second male, a member of Xia Rusen's team," No. [-] added in time, "The male god of literary films."

Yan Mingyang frowned, remembering this incident, "Didn't you say that this intoxication has no background?"

"Yes." No. [-] was a little afraid of Yan Mingyang, and hesitated, "But Xia Rusen is very partial to Shen Zui."

"When filming "Tassel", many people stared at it. In order to use his intoxication, Xia Rusen insisted on refusing to start work, and stalemate for a whole year."

"In the end, the management was forced to make concessions."

"One year?" Yan Mingyang found it ridiculous.

He shook his head with a slight sarcasm, not very concerned, "What do you say there, does Wang Ge have to make "Spring Rest"?"

"Yes." No. [-] nodded and said, "Wang Ge also posted a lot of intoxicated black material on the Internet, probably because of personal grievances."

Yan Mingyang didn't care about these inside stories at all.

He thought for a while, "Since Xia Rusen's side doesn't work, let's start with intoxication."

"You mean..." Three looked up.

Yan Mingyang looked down at his watch.He couldn't leave the hall for too long.

"Tonight coincides with the annual meeting, so call that Shen Zui here." Yan Mingyang traveled across the mall, not thinking it was a difficult event.He walked towards the banquet hall while talking, and told No. [-], "You should think of a way, if you really can't, just throw a few TV series scripts at him."

"In short, let him give up "Spring Rest" by himself."

Number two opened his mouth reflexively, as if he wanted to say something.

But Yan Mingyang is tall and has long legs, and he walked away in the blink of an eye.

No. [-], who was wearing nine centimeter high heels, hurriedly followed in small steps.She glanced at Yan Mingyang's expression, and consciously swallowed the words she hadn't spoken yet.

"Shen Zui has never acted in TV dramas."

When Shen Zui received a call from his agent, he was doing his 79th push-up.

His slightly wet shattered hair hung down the side of his face, his face was slightly pale and flushed, and the fine sweat on his forehead slipped down with his panting breath.

"Hello." Shen Zui answered the phone, "What's wrong?"

On the phone, Sister Lu's tone was fairly calm, but she couldn't hide the panic inside.

She said that Mr. Yan invited Shen Zui to attend the annual meeting, and asked him to prepare, and the driver would pick him up right away.

Shen Zui immediately and keenly realized what was going on.

You were suddenly invited to participate in the middle of the annual meeting. What could be the reason?

It's never a good thing.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

Xia Rusen's movies are high-profile and do not make money, but they have always been "forceful", suitable for people who already have traffic and background to "raise coffee", and can also blow a wave of acting drafts.

There is nothing to prepare for intoxication.

When Sister Lu knocked on the door, he had already put on his coat.

"Let's go, let's go." Sister Lu seemed to hesitate to speak.

Shen Zui hummed.He looked at Sister Lu carefully, and saw the calmness she was trying to maintain written on her face.

"It's okay." Before going out, Shen Zui took a short knife, stuffed it skillfully into the sleeve of the down jacket, and said calmly, "The sky won't fall."

Sister Lu: "......"

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Try reading the first two chapters.

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Also, I have my own thoughts on writing stories. This article is not the kind of cool article about "killing monsters and upgrading", I will not push the plot according to the protagonist.

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