360 degrees being pursued manual [entertainment circle]

Here, Second Young Master Qi managed to fool his sweetheart, and within 2 minutes of being happy, the old man's angry voice came from the phone.

"Smelly boy, come back to me!"

"Kneel down!" As soon as he arrived at the study, the old man knocked on his crutches, blew his beard and stared before he could say the word "grandfather".

Qi Mo's temper never showed on his old man, and he knelt cleanly without dragging his feet.

He took two steps on his knees, hugged the old man's crutches and began to behave: "Grandpa, just beat me up if you want, don't be angry with yourself."

That being said, the crutches were held firmly.

Typical lip service.

The old man twitched the corners of his mouth and scolded: "The hippie smile is out of shape. Afraid I'll be angry, tell me what you've been doing recently?"

"Recently, I'm learning how to manage a company with my grandfather. You see how motivated your grandson is. When I make money, I will spend it on you and honor you."

Hearing the words of his beloved grandson, the old man was actually happy, but when he thought about what this kid had done recently, his good mood immediately disappeared.

"If you really want to be filial to me, just avoid causing trouble. Also, Xiao Er, why are you asking your brother for help recently? To be honest, don't talk about those who have or don't, your grandpa and I haven't old!"

Qi Mo also stopped laughing, remained silent for a while, and said solemnly: "Grandpa, I have something that I have been thinking about for a long time and want to tell you."

Old man: Hey, the kid will be tricky.

Wanting to see what kind of medicine was sold in the little grandson's gourd, the old man followed him to Qi Mo's bedroom.

Then he began to watch Qi Mo dig out a piece of paper in an inconspicuous place in the room.

On the paper is Qi Mo's own "cursive script".

Under the strange eyes of the old man, he arranged the papers in order and handed them over.

It can be said that apart from Qi Mo himself, the only person who can understand this "cursive script" is the old man.

——Because the old man taught it.

The elderly did not read books when they were young, and they will go to school when they have some achievements and then pass the age. After a lot of hard work, they can read and write, but the words are difficult to describe.And Qi Mo has inherited this "advantage" well and carried it forward.

He took the paper with the mood of watching his grandson messing around, but Mr. Qi looked more and more seriously.

After a long time, when his eyes finally left the things written on it, he heard the little grandson say.

——"Grandpa, do you believe in rebirth?"

……

"Brother Xiao, my name is Han Wan, and I'll be your assistant from now on." The female assistant, Xiao Han, had her short hair cut and she seemed to have a cheerful temper.

The former, veteran, and current male assistant next to him was much silent, and the introduction was only four words: "I am Zhou Congee."

And Xiao Yan continued his usual brevity: "I will trouble you both in the future."

Zhao Ji felt that these three people were really suitable for working together. They couldn't type a word for two hours, and they didn't say much.

This is also a different kind of fate.

However, the matter of the assistant took the manager's attention away a little bit. The really important thing today is the audition.

"How are you getting ready? Don't be nervous."

Xiao Yan, the rightful lord, was still silent and calm, and he replied: "It's not bad."

It's not bad, which means that the things related to the character, including Wang Heng's life history, director's information, etc., have been printed in his mind.

Zhao Ji now has a little understanding of his own artist.

To put it bluntly, it is calm and general demeanor, but to put it bluntly, it is paralysis outside the scene. It is more difficult to see him anxious than anything else. Fortunately, he is organized and considerate.

Thinking about it is actually quite worry-free.

In the audition venue, not many people came, and even the other roles were counted to less than twenty.

This is also normal. The team of "Yuan Spectrum" has basically been built, and there are not many characters left who have not been found.

However, although there are not many people, except for Xiao Yan, everyone is a big star with countless fans.

Xiao Yan was unusually conspicuous inside, even many people who were concentrating on other things distractedly glanced at him several times.

Zhao Ji glanced around and felt that the chances of his own artist being selected were extremely slim.

But at any rate, Director Han personally named him to come to the audition, so there is no chance of winning at all, the agent thought.

"Can I change seats with you?" The man who asked this was wearing a jacket, holding sunglasses in his hand, and a formulaic smile on his handsome face.

The owner of this face is the popular young student Ye Cheng.

And the seat he said he wanted to change with Xiao Yan was next to the water dispenser and the corridor, the staff and the actors who received the water came and went, no one could see anything sitting there.

"Yes." Xiao Yan got up and gave up his seat, and with a stride of his long legs, he made it to the side of the drinking fountain.

Ye Cheng sat down without saying a word of thanks, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

Zhao Ji was taken aback by Xiao Yan's crisp and quick movements.

He usually doesn't talk much, and he never asks for anything extra, but Manager Zhao won't think it's easy to fool Master Zhao because of this.

On the contrary, from Xiao Yan's orderly, extremely self-disciplined life, and thoughtful and rigorous way of doing things, Zhao Ji judged that he should be a person with a strong desire to control.

At least there is a big part of the character that is tough.

He was also worried that young people who had just entered the entertainment circle, with a friend like Mr. Qi, were high-spirited and would make it difficult to deal with the things that should be tolerated.

However, I never expected Xiao Yan to be quite flexible.

Zhao Ji: I should be happy, but I don't know why I am angry because of my artist.

In fact, Zhao Ji's observation is correct. Although Xiao Yan looks calm, in fact, the strong part of his personality is very heavy, but it is often wrapped under a handsome and calm appearance.

But being strong is not without brains. It is natural to avoid others when you are weak.

And this is really a trivial matter in his eyes.

The audition started at nine o'clock, and after being called in, Xiao Yan picked out the content to be performed as usual.

The casting director glanced at him and said, "Two minutes to prepare."

Someone nearby started the timer.

The scene drawn by Xiao Yan is quite simple. It is the scene where Wang Hang is visited by his friend Ning Yuan after he is imprisoned.

But the scene is simple, and the lines are not too short. There are two experienced actors in front of them who failed to memorize all the lines.

Fortunately, the emotion is relatively simple and there are not too many layers, so the episodes that are full of maliciousness for others are lucky for Xiao Yan.

Ten lines at a glance, photographic memory, is one of the skills in the previous life.

2 minutes is up.

Xiao Yan casually pulled a piece of newspaper and put it on the ground, then knelt down and sat down.

To be honest, if this scene were played by another person, the thief would be like a beggar under the overpass.

However, it was Xiao Yan who did this. With his face, he turned begging for food into dining in a high-end restaurant.

The onlookers raised their spirits a little.

The performers didn't disappoint them either.

Xiao Yan sat kneeling on the newspaper, the moment her back straightened, her demeanor suddenly appeared, and the image of Zhilan, a noble family and aristocratic family, vaguely jumped out.

Then the next moment, he lowered his head slightly, covered his lips with his hand, and coughed softly.

An incomparably handsome man, with outstanding manners, long drooping eyelashes, and pale, sickly lips.

The assistant girl who was watching was heartbroken.

Then I heard the voice of the kneeling man with a smile: "The cell is simple and not enough to entertain guests, so you just make do with it."

He asked again, "How are you doing recently?"

There were one or two coughs mixed into the words, but he didn't show any weakness at all, and his natural and reasonable appearance made it easy for everyone to judge that this was a person of high authority.

In other words, he was once a high-ranking person.

The casting director couldn't help but find out the script and play: "I'm fine, but the famous Shang Shuling doesn't look too good."

This rough broken gong voice shocked everyone around.

hurt ears.

Xiao Yan's performance continued, "Why are you here today?"

Ning Yuan (Casting Director): "Come to see you for the last time, and see you off."

"Then I'm afraid you came a little early."

Ning Yuan (displeased): "It's not too early, if you continue to go your own way, I won't be surprised to hear the news of your death tomorrow."

He said again: "Why are you so tough, you are forcing those people to jump over the wall."

Wang Heng (Xiao Yan): "The body is rotten, and if it is not gouged out, it is not enough to cure the disease. The aristocratic family has become rotten, and if it is not reformed, it will be a disease of the country."

"What's the matter?" He raised his head, his eyes were like knives, "I have been born today to achieve achievements, how can I be afraid of death and life. How can I not know the consequences of Shang Yang's reform, Wu Qi's reform, and Su Qin's merger? , it’s nothing to do.”

Wang Heng: "I grew up in a family, and I was favored by the family's upbringing. It's just that I have seen the family's disadvantages over the years. In the 12th year of Jianye, there was a flood in the south of the Yangtze River. Countless. The aristocratic family has reached the point where it must be changed."

Ning Yuan: "Then I would like to thank you on behalf of the humble family."

Wang Heng flicked his sleeves and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Thank me for what? I'm not for the poor family. After all, although the poor family has talents, they are no different from the aristocratic family in terms of rotting the world. The poor family gained power, but it happened just in time."

Ning Yuan: "You really can't say anything good, but--I admire you for being afraid of pedestrians. But I still have to say, how did the 400-year-old Dingling Wang family raise such a deviant person like you?"

Wang Heng: "And you and me who are deviant are still friends."

Ning Yuan: "I don't even think I will become friends with you, a humble scholar and patriarch of a noble family. As a friend, I don't really want you to die here."

Wang Heng: "A word from Cheng Jun, I probably won't die."

Ning Yuan: "It's good if you don't die."

The show is over.

Everyone feels as if they are smart.

Constantly switching between Xiao, the son of the family, and the upstart, the assistant director, one side is eye-catching, and the other side is so eye-catching.

The casting director said with satisfaction after finishing the play: "Go back and wait for the announcement. If it passes, there will be a second audition."

After Xiao Yan left, several people in the seat put their heads together, and the screenwriter, Ms. Ming Min, said first: "This actor is the one that Mr. Han found? Unexpectedly, Mr. Han can finally appreciate masculinity."

Assistant Director Fang: "Director Han was attracted to his acting skills, but after all, he is really good-looking."

Ms. Ming: "'Pearls and jade are on the side, I feel dirty', 'Xiao Xiao Su Su, bright and clear', among so many people, only he can perform this kind of taste without makeup."

Assistant Director Fang: Can't you cultural people say something we can understand?

Xiao Yan didn't know the discussion inside, so he continued to go back to the crew of "Monster House" to catch up with the progress.

As soon as he returned to the set, he was dragged to the dressing room by makeup artist Xiao Liu, pressed on a chair, and began to paint.

Shen Congbai sat on the chair next to him and put on his makeup. He looked at Xiao Yan from the mirror with obvious jealousy, and said ambiguously, "Hey, Star Xiao is back."

Xiao Yan ignored it.

After Jiang Hao waited for him to go out, he patted Xiao Yan on the shoulder: "Don't pay attention to him, he has been going crazy recently."

As the second male number in the new script of the crew, Jiang Hao and Xiao Yan maintain a high degree of consistency in their positions.

"Xiao Yan is ready!"

This is a memory of Xuan Yang.

[In the deep mountains of the ancient temple, the girl admiring the scenery walked further and further away along the clusters of flowers and trees.

The sound of a waterfall rushing down in the distance came, she brushed off the flowering branches, and made eye contact with a person who turned his head.

Tsing Yi wide sleeves, handsome.

Just like the fairy in the storybook.

The immortal's eyes were cold and indifferent, and he asked, "Who are you?"]

In post-production, the mist from the waterfall will be added to this scene, and Xuanyang's body will also be made translucent.

There is only one key idea, to maximize the beauty of the picture and Xiao Yan's beauty.

Director Chen, who deliberately added several scenes like this for this purpose, also worked hard.

Yan Yun was also watching the playback, the more she watched, the more regretful she felt.

This good-looking face, this quiet and mysterious temperament, coupled with his young age, is such a fresh and delicious cake.

Just can't bite into the mouth.

Tsk, greedy!