I just want to be an actor

Chapter 170 I Believe You Can Do The Ultimate

"It seems that you have settled into this state, Jackson."

Kenneth put aside the heavy briefcase containing various application materials, fiddled with the coffee machine for a while, and made Zhou Sen a cup of hot coffee with capsule coffee.

Of course, he didn't forget to give Su Jingwen a cup.

"feel good."

Zhou Sen took the coffee without adding sugar and took a sip gently.

I don't know if he said he feels good, is he referring to the coffee, or the state, or both?
"Kenneth, why would you want me to be the protagonist?"

Zhou Sen asked suddenly, and he put down the coffee in his hand.

"Because of your excellence."

Kenneth seemed to know what Zhou Sen wanted to ask, so he simply said it himself first, which was more in line with his character.He doesn't like to play riddles or anything like that. Although he is an emotional drama film director, it doesn't mean that he doesn't like to get straight to the point in life.

"Actually, to be honest, I never considered asking a Chinese to play the leading role."

Kenneth gently stirred the coffee cup slowly with a copper spoon and casually expressed his inner thoughts.

"But after seeing you, I didn't think about others."

"But you have to know that this is a classic white movie. If the protagonist is a Chinese, then"

Su Jingwen spoke frankly about the core point of this cooperation.

"So this movie isn't pure white in the eyes of the Oscars and Golden Globes?"

Kenneth smiled and saluted Su Jingwen with the coffee in his hand.

"Indeed, those at the Oscars do have such a problem. If a normal movie is included in the nomination list, it is generally difficult for the Chinese starring in it to win some epoch-making classic awards, such as the Oscar winner."

Kenneth lightly described these Oscar's hidden rules.

But this is basically just common sense stuff.

"After all, not everyone can achieve the level of Jackey Chan, and not all Chinese are Bruce Lee. Even the two of them are known because of Kung Fu. Everyone calls them Kung Fu superstars, not Oscar winners."

"Although this does not mean that their global influence will be worse than that of an ordinary Oscar winner, but even the two of them have never successfully won the core Oscar awards."

Kenneth is now talking eloquently and in control of the overall situation. He doesn't look like a fat and soft old man at all.

"so what."

Zhou Sen also smiled and began to drink more coffee.

"Don't Director Kenneth not want to be recognized by the Oscars this year?"

He found that the old man in front of him looked a bit messy, but the messy old man with confident eyes under his messy hair did not seem to be an ordinary character.

Also, how can a director who can win consecutive Oscars for Best Original Screenplay be a mediocre person?
"Approval?"

Kenneth waved his hand as if he had heard some medieval joke. He suddenly sat up straight, ignoring the folds of fat on his body, and looked at Zhou Sen seriously.

"Jackson."

"We're going to conquer the Oscars, not beg for their approval."

Kenneth looked at Zhou Sen's eyes, the light was flowing, it seemed that the Alexander-style confidence to conquer the world came from Zhou Sen, not from himself.

"You know, I'm tired of the Oscar for best original screenplay that doesn't hurt."

"In my opinion, this script is simply the will of the Lord. Let me tailor it for you. Only you can show this calm emotional storm to the extreme. As long as we raise the level of this movie to the level they can If it is an unattainable height, then we don’t need to worry about the final ownership of the award.”

Kenneth stretched out his fat hand towards Zhou Sen.

"I believe you can achieve the ultimate."

Zhou Sen looked into Kenneth's eyes, and then at Su Jingwen who was beside him with a slightly surprised expression. He stretched out his hand and held it with Kenneth.

"I believe too."

Zhou Sen said softly.

Zhou Sen suspected that he had met Shen Xiyu.

Although our ancestors always tell us some very precise truths, we always selectively forget them at the most critical time.

For example, the ancestors said that people should not be judged by their appearance.

The last person Zhou Sen had ever met who could manage the crew so well was Shen Xiyu who was far away in his hometown on the other side of the ocean.

Kenneth, who looks like a bad old man who drinks alcohol every day, has the same calmness and tolerance as Shen Xiyu when he takes the director's seat, a state that makes everyone comfortable and orderly.

Kenneth did not use exaggerated pomp to let Zhou Sen feel the treatment of a Hollywood superstar.

But he provided meticulous and attentive service.

For example, a fat guy who was doing makeup for Zhou Sen.

"Looking closer, I realized that you are really handsome, Jackson!"

Torres looked very professional, he even put on heavy makeup to show his identity - Zhou Sen's queen makeup artist.

"If you spray your saliva on my face, I will definitely use my big baby to greet your chrysanthemum eyes after filming today."

Zhou Sen glanced at the excited Torres with a cold face.

He seriously suspected that this kid was taking drugs, otherwise why would he be so excited from morning to night every day.

"I'll be shy if you do this, your big baby, Oh my god! It's scary to think about it. Su will kill me, but even if she kills me, I don't think I can't give it a try."

Torres still had blush on his face, he was not a person who would be frightened by Zhou Sen's threat, he was a stingy guy.

"The big baby I'm talking about is this."

Zhou Sen was sitting on the chair, but he was already holding the wrench he took out of his pocket.

Torres coughed and straightened his face.

"Why do you put on makeup and carry this thing with you?"

"I'm a plumber, isn't it normal to carry a wrench with me?"

Zhou Sen weighed the wrench in his hand and looked at Torres like a wolf grandmother.

"Almost, almost."

Torres plans to send this plague god away.

"I'm an honors grad from the Hollywood Academy of Film Makeup, and you look completely white now."

Torres handed over a mirror and asked Zhou Sen to look into the mirror.

Zhou Sen saw himself in the mirror.

Familiar eyebrows, unfamiliar faces.

The skin is fairer than before, and there are a lot more details on the facial skin, plus his own beard.

Zhou Sen felt that the person in the mirror was not Zhou Sen, but Lee Chandler.

He got up from the makeup chair and walked towards the set, which was almost decorated.

It's like walking into the peaceful and peaceful Manchester town in the dream.

(End of this chapter)