villain king

Chapter 89 The wicked have their own grind

In Hollywood, each page of the script has a strict time plan, which means that the length of the movie can be reversed based on the number of pages of the script.

But the Chinese script does not have this function, without him, the syllable efficiency of Chinese characters is too high.

Each word can express one or more meanings.

For example, the word "fuck" can express different meanings with different intonations.

There is such a story recorded in ancient books. When Ouyang Xiu was in the Imperial Academy, he went out to play with his colleagues.Seeing a horse trampled to death a dog on the road, he asked his colleagues to record the incident in the form of history books.

After thinking for a while, the colleague replied: "A horse escaped in the street, and a lying dog was killed by it."

It's very streamlined, but Ouyang Xiu is still not satisfied.

Reverse: "Yima kills dogs in Taoism."

In just six characters, the refinement of Chinese characters can be seen.

Just like the script in front of Ji Yun, he already had some mental preparations, but when it came time to memorize it, Ji Yun still underestimated the amount of text.

Yu Qian and Guo Degang said that they were just doing their own thing, but Ji Yun has his own professionalism.

Although it is to rush the ducks to the shelves, since it is in front of people, it must be presented to the best.

"You recite it first, we two will go up and have an opening talk, and we will save this part for the finale." Seeing Ji Yun's stubbornness, Yu Qian couldn't persuade him anymore.

"En." Ji Yun's eyes were still locked on the notebook, and he didn't understand what Yu Qian said, so he hummed subconsciously.

"This kid is so serious." Guo Degang sighed, "It's a pity not to talk about cross talk."

He scanned a group of disciples, many of whom were talented and intelligent.

But there are really not many people who can sink their hearts at this age.

He said that if a person is not crazy before the age of 30, he will not be promising, and if he is crazy after the age of 30, he will definitely be worthless.

At the age of twenty Langdang, Ji Yun already had an appearance of being well versed in world affairs, which really made him praise him.

"The children's acting skills are pretty good. You haven't figured it out yourself, so don't think about planning a future for them." Yu Qianbai gave him a look, and led him to the stage.

"Master, take a break and drink some water to moisten your throat."

At the backstage, Cao Yin, Guo Degang's eldest disciple, came up and said courteously with tea in his hand.

He lowered his head, but his gaze crossed the curtain, and he kept looking into the lounge.

I heard that there is a star in it, or a big name, if...
Guo Degang is well versed in human relationships and sophistication, so I don't know what he thinks.

But he couldn't help his apprentice's kindness, and took it with a "hmm", "Go and lead the girl in the lounge to the auditorium, and find a seat in front of you."

Guo Degang sighed, his apprentice's skills are good, and he still has his shadow on him.

But the mind is a little lively.

This industry is flyover craftsmanship, not to mention the next 100 years, even the next 50 years will be low-level.

He always said that to help the ancestors pass on the inheritance, one must always have a heart of awe and guard against arrogance and impetuosity.

Cao Yin has been under his sect for many years, and he has not fully grasped seven points of ability, but he has learned three points of hostility.

I don't know when he will sink down.

He wanted to climb a high branch, and he was introduced to the sky, so he couldn't stop him.

If you hit a wall, it would be a good thing if you could straighten your mind.

"Yes, master!" Cao Yin walked into the lounge cheerfully as soon as he heard that.

"Don't look, let's go on stage, the audience has been waiting for a long time." Seeing Guo Degang looking at Cao Yin's back, Yu Qian tugged at his cuff.

Said cross talk can be roughly divided into four performance methods.

Handsome, selling, strange, bad.

Handsome is unrestrained and free from vulgarity, the representative character is Mr. Hou, and Zhang Yunlei in the past two years; selling is hard work, the performance style is fiery and full of emotions, the representative character is Li Boxiang; This way; the bad thing is that the style is light and brisk, which always gives people a feeling that it is not enough to take advantage.

Many later fans thought that Guo Degang was a bad character. In fact, his main focus these days is to sell.

In the past two years, he was at his peak, and it was also the peak of his creation. Countless good jokes flowed out like the Yongding River that broke its embankment.

That is, in the past two years, he set a record of 26 returns.

There is an unspoken rule in this industry, which is called no more than three times. After three times, no matter how much the audience screams, another actor has to be replaced.

Because of this incident, Guo Degang was criticized again by his peers.

Ji Yun blocked his ears, tried his best to block Guo Degang's loud voice echoing in the background, and focused on the script.

He is running like clockwork now, the harder it is, the more he wants to try.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door of the lounge was a bit old, and it made a piercing squeal when it was pushed open.

The two people in the room were taken aback for a moment, then they raised their eyes together and saw a figure standing in front of the door.

With a skinny face and high cheekbones, even if he stood at the door to fawn on him, he still gave the two people in the room a sense of disgust.

The protruding cheekbones are called monkey cheeks. Generally, people with this kind of face like to take advantage of others, do nothing, do not do business, have no plans for the future, live in daydreams of getting rich all day long, and show their greedy nature from time to time. , Silently calculating others behind others.

Ji Yun doesn't really believe in the theory of facial appearance, but sometimes what the ancestor said is quite reasonable.

Wan Qian moved closer to Ji Yun's ear and whispered, "Why doesn't this man knock on the door?"

"Are you Ji Yun?"

Standing at the door, Cao Yin's eyes brightened, as if he had discovered a new continent.

The whole person eagerly leaned in front of Ji Yun, and sat down familiarly, "I've heard your song before, and it's pretty good."

Ji Yun frowned, why does this person sound like a critic.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a half-smile: "Thank you for the compliment."

After all, he lowered his head again and carefully read the script, obviously he didn't intend to continue talking to him.

He couldn't tell, "My name is Cao Yin, and I'm my master's first disciple. I know everything he knows, how about I show you?"

Ji Yun still lowered his head, as if he didn't hear it.

Wan Qian leaned against Ji Yun and ignored his self-introduction.

"Uh..." Cao Yin was a little embarrassed for a while, and said quickly, "My master asked me to send you to the auditorium. The area is good and you can hear clearly."

He looked at Wan Qian, his eyes flickered again.

The Deyun Society, which is like a monk's temple, has ever seen such a beautiful woman.

He straightened his waist, as if he wanted to make the most perfect impression in front of the goddess.

Wan Qian chuckled, and said without any emotion: "It's good, the main thing is to be quiet."

Cao Yin choked, she was cursing herself for making a fuss.

"Okay! Then I'll go first and don't bother you two!"

After all, he turned around and walked away.

"I don't like him." Wan Qian pursed her lips.

"It's okay, the wicked will be tortured by the wicked." Ji Yun comforted.

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