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Although she is interested and willing to try this opportunity, if she feels bad, even if the other party is a great director, Qing'an will not force herself.

"If it really passes, I have no problem here." Bakerson said unexpectedly, "I film very slowly, and I'm never in a hurry. I can wait for you to get past the present, and there will be no problem in starting filming at the end of the year."

This made Qing'an stunned for a moment. The entertainment industry in Huaxia Kingdom is now developing very vigorously, so the entire entertainment industry is in a very hot and active era, desperately pursuing fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, and fast. It's just a relief, the development of French movies is already very mature.

Although director Baxson is well-known, he has never been fast in filming. One film in three years is considered a normal speed; but this speed is almost the rhythm of being eliminated in the Chinese market.This has also caused the current commercial films in the Chinese film market to be extremely prosperous, but there are very few films with relatively high artistic and humanistic content, which is inevitably a bit regrettable.

"This is my business card." Bexson left Qing'an's own business card, wrote down Qing'an's contact information by the way, and said with a smile, "I will call you. If your time is okay, I will audition soon. Arrangements can be made."

Qing'an nodded: "Then let's confirm the time on the phone."

Beksson smiled when he heard the words, the bearded French director was already a little fatter, but his eyes shone with a kind of persistent light, which I have never seen before—everyone with this kind of vision is in their own eyes. The industry is shining brightly.

Such a gaze owner deserves respect.

While Qing'an and Beiksong were communicating on one side, two teenagers were standing side by side on the other side of the party.

One of them was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with black hair and blue eyes, and his appearance was of the same type as Xia Yuanting's, with a vaguely evil feeling, but compared to Xia Yuanting, he was much more feminine. He was smiling at the corner of his mouth, looking at Qing Ann this direction.

After Bexson handed the business card to Qing'an, he said to another tall young man beside him, "What do you think of her?"

The other boy beside him looked a little more mature, with a typical Germanic strong physique and a German-standard serious expression. When he heard the other party ask him, he was a little surprised and said: "What... how? You dragged on today. When I came over, I just kept staring at her. What bad idea do you have?

It's not that brothers don't understand, it's because brothers understand that they are more anxious-brothers are not good people.

"It was just a random look..." The black-haired and blue-eyed boy showed a smile that made his friend shudder, "The old man appointed me a suitable marriage partner, and her position is at the first... According to the old man's information, he is Caffney's favorite next-generation heir to Louis."

"So what?" The tall German boy looked at him vigilantly, "Don't you often say that your old man is an antique, and what he says is like fart to you?"

The black-haired and blue-eyed boy shrugged his shoulders, acquiesced to this statement, and said with a smile: "But it is said in the information that she is unparalleled in beauty, surpassing the stars... I thought, is she more beautiful than me, so come and see."

The German boy immediately looked back and forth at Qing'an and his brother's face several times, thought for a while and said, "It's a bit more beautiful than you..."