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"Sister Mo." An Jiu greeted Mo Hong in the passenger seat as soon as he got into the car.

Mo Hong, who was losing weight, smelled the aroma of egg-filled pancakes, swallowed silently and said, "Ahem, the person in charge told me that you have a background, but to me you are just an artist, so you have to be mentally prepared , if you don't behave well, I won't coax you."

"I know." It would be better to say that Mo Hong's approach is exactly what he wants, "Sister Mo, do you want to eat pancakes?"

Aunt Zhang took three for him, in the pretense of fearing that he would be too tired from work.

"No." Mo Hong's eyes were almost glued to the pancake, but for the sake of her figure, she reluctantly refused, "I want to lose weight."

"Grumble~"

The boy in the driver's seat suddenly growled.

"I almost forgot." Mo Hong introduced to An Jiu, "This is your assistant arranged by the company, just call him Xiaomi."

"Hello Brother Jiu." Xiaomi's voice was shy, as if he was very embarrassed, and said slightly annoyed, "I'm sorry, I had breakfast when I went out..."

"I can't finish eating this much, so I'll share it with you when I get off the bus." An Jiu raised the paper bag in his hand, proving that it was indeed beyond his ability to finish this breakfast.

"Thank you, Brother An!" Xiaomi's eyes lit up mischievously.

Aww, brother An is not only good-looking, he is also willing to share food with him. You mustn't be too kind!

An Jiu felt that this man was a bit like the little rabbit that the woman gave him when he was a child. His eyes lit up when he saw food. No matter what he was fed, he ate deliciously. In the end, he was fed to death by someone.

"You're welcome."

After arriving at the destination, An Jiu shared a pancake with Xiaomi, and Mo Hong, who was watching beside him, was so greedy that he couldn't help but also took one.

"I heard from the director that this screenwriter has a great background." Mo Hong was very worried. She just told the director yesterday that An Jiu should try it too. Today is the audition, and An Jiu doesn't even have time to memorize his lines. "In advance Auditions are also required by the screenwriters."

As Mo Hong spoke, he glanced at An Jiu with a calm expression, thinking that this child is really heartless, and he is so anxious to death, but he seems to have nothing to do with him.

The actors who auditioned only got the scripts and character settings of the first few episodes. An Jiu memorized them all in less than two hours, and even had the leisure to speculate on the next plot development.

"Hey, Sister Mo, long time no see!" It was a middle-aged man who looked a bit like a monkey. He smiled enthusiastically, but that smile made people feel inexplicably disgusted.

"Didn't you plan to wash your hands in a golden basin? Why are you regretting it?" The man rolled his eyes and found An Jiu who was really serious about reading the script behind Mo Hong. "Sister Mo has found another 'good seedling'?"

The last three words were bitten very hard, and the irony was beyond words.

Mo Hong snorted coldly: "Hou Ming, when I plan to retire has nothing to do with you, don't think that you Baiqin can ride on my mother's head once you dig a corner of my mother's wall."

"By the way, tell that ungrateful bastard, don't think it's a big deal to get a film king, wash your neck and wait for my mother!"

But Hou Ming didn't take it seriously, and even tried to dig a corner in person.

"Are you Mo Hong's new artist?" Hou Ming realized at the first sight of An Jiu that even if this young man doesn't know anything, he can become popular with just this face.

"Let me remind you that Mo Hong is notoriously rigid. You will have to suffer for a few years if you want to become popular in her hands, but if you are willing to come to Baiqin, you will be able to announce the endorsement and receive soft hands within a year." .”

"Yes." Mo Hong satirized not to be outdone, "I just don't know what to exchange for it?"

Hou Ming didn't think he was wrong. Among those artists, there were quite a few who voluntarily betrayed themselves. As for those who were unwilling, they were just confused. He should be thankful that he could find resources for them. It's not about obediently compromising.

He retorted with a playful smile on his face, and forced Xiaomi to push aside and squeezed beside An Jiu: "That's better than nothing, don't you think?"

The fight between the two was too noisy. An Jiu was recalling the acting classes the original owner had taken and the materials he had supplemented at home. After being influenced by them, he was already very upset, and Hou Ming wanted to hit the gun.

"I'm sorry." An Jiu closed the script, showing a kind smile, "Sister Mo is a manager, what are you?"

What does this mean, what is he doing here if he is not an agent?

"I'm also a manager." Hou Ming gritted his teeth.

"That's it." Hearing Hou Ming's words, An Jiu suddenly realized, with apologetic expression on his face, "Sorry, I thought the zoo didn't manage the cages properly today."

Mo Hong, the silent Xiaomi next to him, and even the actors who were waiting for the interview together were stunned. An Jiu must be too courageous, can he say this casually?

Only one person couldn't help laughing.

Hou Ming was so angry that his face turned blue and red, and he wanted to warn the laughing person, but the moment his eyes touched the other person, he seemed to be frightened.

He turned around and threatened An Jiu viciously: "As expected of Mo Hong who brought it out, just wait for me!"

But Mo Hong stood in front of An Jiu protectively, and replied contemptuously: "It's up to you?"

"Sister Mo is mighty." An Jiu continued to flip through the script, while cheering for Mo Hong without distraction.

"Next, who is An Jiu?" The actor from the last audition came out, and the staff member who came out to call his name had a bad expression on his face. It seemed that this person's performance was not good.

"Here!" Mo Hong would be very excited when bringing in newcomers, doing everything by herself, as if she had returned to the time when she was in her 20s.

If I have to say it, it’s probably similar to the mentality of many people who play the development game, “Xiao Jiu, relax, if it doesn’t work, let’s try the water first, there are still many good scripts here.”

"Thank you, Sister Mo, I will work hard." An Jiu smiled healed and well-behaved. Even Mo Hong, who was angered by Hou Ming, felt better physically and mentally. After sending him in, he waited anxiously outside the door.

On the other side, Jiang Xiao, who had just come out, kicked the wall bitterly with a foul face.

Seeing this, Hou Ming hurried forward: "Ancestor, what's wrong with you?"

"That brainless screenwriter." Jiang Xiao thought he acted well, but the screenwriter scolded him for nothing.

Hou Ming still has a lot of artists under him. Jiang Xiao can recite his lines, it's not bad. To have higher demands on him is tantamount to nonsense.

"What are you worried about, so what if you lose the election, let Young Master Ning say hello later, even if they have already signed the contract, the role can become yours!" Hou Ming comforted.

The characters in Jiang Xiao's previous plays were also created in this way. In Hou Ming's opinion, this method is much more useful than those idiots staying up late to memorize their lines.

Song Xiao's mood improved after this, and he was proud that as long as Young Master Ning helped, no matter whether he was a great director or a screenwriter, it all depended on his own face.

"laugh--"

The mocking laughter was undisguised. Hou Ming raised his head and found that it was the person who laughed at him just now. He quickly reached out to stop Jiang Xiao, regardless of how ugly his ancestor's face was.

The other party walked past the two with a mocking expression, and lightly threw down a sentence: "Garbage."

In the audition room, the stubble-faced director and the wheelchair-bound screenwriter both looked unhappy.

The actor just now reported his lines expressionlessly and robotically throughout the whole process, and even changed the parts he couldn't remember. A loyal man with a bloody feud was later played by him as a ruined dandy.

But as soon as An Jiu walked in, the director's eyes straightened. No wonder Mo Hong dared to vouch for him with so many years of friendship. This person's appearance is really suitable!

"You can act as you like." The director's mood improved a little.

An Jiu planned to perform another part at first, but accidentally saw the available props on the table next to him, and suddenly had a new idea.

The screenwriter sitting in the wheelchair was obviously very angry by the one in front of him. When he came back to his senses, he found the next audition actor. He frowned and said, "Hurry up and start, don't waste time."

An Jiu picked out a flute from the props without hesitation.

Is this intended to play the scene where the protagonist plays the flute in the dilapidated prime minister's mansion after discovering that his whole family has been killed?

The sound of the flute can be learned later or played directly. The director didn't expect these actors to be able to play the flute well. It's just that there are very few lines in this passage. Could it be that An Jiu is planning to be lazy?

Thinking of this, the director couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

But when An Jiu started to play the flute, he was stunned.

An Jiu's movements are very skillful, and the director can even hear the sadness and bewilderment in the flute player's heart from the sound of the flute.

At the same time, his eyes also changed, the peach blossom eyes that were originally gentle in shape showed sharpness at this moment, sad and angry.

Unlike the previous audition actors who tried to cry bitterly, An Jiu's eyes were only slightly red.

The screenwriter noticed that An Jiu's hand on the flute trembled slightly, and the sound of the flute was intermittent, but the sadness and pain contained in it did not decrease but increased.

After the melody was over, An Jiu let go of his hand, the flute slipped from his fingers, and his hands fell limply.

An Jiu closed his eyes and shed his only tear. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were firm and determined.

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was holding back something: "Three generations of the Du family have devoted themselves to the great Chu, not seeking fame, only wishing the world to be peaceful, Haiyan and Heqing..."

In the last line, An Jiu's words were extremely serious: "...I want those treacherous villains to pay their debts with blood, and I only want justice!"

At that moment, the screenwriter thought that the proud young man was really standing in front of him.

He wept blood every word, and complained in a hoarse voice about the world where wolves rule, and about the long night that is difficult to understand...

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