A post-apocalyptic boss aspires to dominate the entertainment industry

Qin Jue looked at Cen Yi for two seconds: "Compared with being a winner in life, I feel more like you being kidnapped by your sister-in-law on a pirate ship."

"Cough cough cough."

Cen Yi said awkwardly: "In life, you must learn to look at problems from multiple angles."

"Well, comfort yourself from multiple angles." Qin Jue nodded.

"You are very good at arguing. What does Archimedes have to do with you?" Cen Yi said, "He became angry".

Qin Jue turned his head and thought for a while: "Give me a pocky, can I control Blue Star?"

Cen Yi clutched his chest, exhausted mentally and physically.

"Go ahead and eat your pocky, you pocky spirit."

Qin Jue smiled and said after a while: "Thank you, Brother Cen."

"Is there anything I can thank you for?" Cen Yi shook his head, "Go back and put on your makeup, and communicate with Director Jiang then."

"Um."

Qin Jue nodded slightly, paused, and then said:

"Brother Cen, do you have any recommendations for a good psychiatrist?"

Cen Yi touched his chin: "I'll go back and ask your sister-in-law. She's more familiar with people."

"Okay, please."

After waving to Cen Yi, Qin Jue followed Wu An back to the dressing room.

This was her last scene, so the damage to her costume didn't matter. In addition to the escape from the fire scene just filmed, Qin Jue also needed to add a close-up. In the close-up, Chi Na was burned by the fire with scorch marks all over her body and her appearance was destroyed.

Although she wiped it with a towel and ice cubes, she still looked stale. Wu Ang, a new special makeup artist, boldly applied makeup on Qin Jue based on the current makeup.

"It won't hurt your skin, don't worry." Wu An owns cosmetics at home, and the quality is guaranteed.

"It's okay if you get hurt." Qin Jue smiled.

"Hey, don't laugh yet. Look at the contrast between your face and your teeth. You could be in a toothpaste commercial." Wu Ang teased.

"Really?" Qin Jue leaned over to look at the mirror, "It's okay."

Back then, she had seen herself with her face covered in flesh and blood, but compared to now, she was nothing more than a child.

"Pay attention to your image, okay? Langlang, he is also a handsome actor after all."

"What is Langlang?" Qin Jue asked.

"It's a nickname, just like a dog hook." Wu Ang was smiling, but his hands were very steady, "You and Brother Qi are called a two-wolf team on V-blog. Some girls picked up on your appearance. That’s what I call you.”

Qin Jue: "...Thank you, I got goosebumps."

Is she too behind the times? Why does she feel like she can no longer keep up with the speed of surfing after being reborn?

Another thought, Mori Ran and her mother have done a lot over the years, and technology has developed much faster than before the rebirth, so it is not surprising that more Internet culture has been born.

"Director Jiang said that Brother Qi and I are the big wolf and the little wolf, which sounds normal."

"No, no, no, that's normal." Wu Ang retorted, "What if Brother Qi's surname is Wu."

Qin Jue laughed until he coughed twice.

"By the way, do you have a V-blog? If so, please report your V-blog account to the crew so that I can get you in future promotions." Wu Ang reminded.

Qin Jue searched in the memory of this body. V-Bot is different from the I Share she used before her rebirth. One ID can only register up to three V-Bo accounts, and one of them must be the main account. , linked to the assessment of the credit reporting system.

Since gender and other information must be consistent with the ID card when registering, Qin was a little concerned about this, so even if he registered a V blogger account, he did not use it frequently. He only occasionally used it as a cloud storage platform to publish some reading notes and so on.

"Yes. I'll talk to Sister Chen later."

When Qin Juewei opened his eyes, the person in the mirror was completely unrecognizable, his face was covered with dust and burns.

"The body also needs to be melted, including the shoulders, arms, back, waist and legs. Look where it's exposed?"

Qin Jue glanced at the wrinkled vest and trousers on his body: "Just do what you have now."

"Wow, then I'm going to attack the abdominal muscles." Wu Ang rubbed his hands, but Qin Jue could see that there was no obscene intention in her eyes, and it was quite cute to deliberately act like a nymphomaniac.

"It doesn't matter what you do." Qin Jue didn't show any pretense. He lifted up the hem of his vest and pulled it down to the bottom of his chest.

"Hey, I'm not a crooked makeup artist." Wu Ang was still laughing at the previous sentence, but he went straight to work the next second.

"It will be very itchy, so don't move."

She said, grabbing a strange-shaped palette, looking at Qin Jue's muscle outline carefully, thinking about where to start applying makeup.

…

This is a constant battle. By the time Qin Jue came out of the dressing room, Cen Yi was not there, and all the scenes of the young Ji Sheng and his uncle Ji Tao in the punishment scene had been filmed. Xiaofeng was anxious to catch up with the next announcement, so he rushed to the airport early to play Ji Tao. The actors also left the show and went back to the hotel to rest.

Qin Jue and Qi Qingyuan, who had just finished their shift, took over. The former walked in the direction of Jiang Shuming, while the latter entered the dressing room and put on the same burn mark makeup as Qin Jue.

"Director Jiang."

Qin Jue stood next to Jiang Shuming.

"How is the injury?" Jiang Shuming asked.

"You'll be fine immediately after applying the medicine." Qin Jue told the truth. After genetic optimization, her repair ability is very strong.

Jiang Shuming sat on the small horse, looked up at her, and rubbed his temples.

"Xiao Qin, take more care of yourself."

He took a cigarette but did not smoke it. He sighed: "There are not many actors like you. The development has been rapid in recent years, and the cultural industry cannot keep up. In the actor industry, it seems that anyone can come in and get involved." Feet."

Qin Jue could tell that Jiang Shuming had something to say, so he didn't answer and just listened quietly.

"No matter how good the performance is, as long as someone buys it, it's good." Jiang Shuming bit his cigarette holder and said vaguely, "The film and television industry is like a big casino. Money goes out quickly and money is made quickly. Many people have tasted the sweetness of making quick money. , I won’t be able to regain my original intention.”

"I'm like a bear too."

Jiang Shuming grinned and said, "Even if you work hard to make a good film, it will only be well-received but not popular. Trophies cannot be eaten, and word-of-mouth alone cannot buy bread. If there are more people like me, the entire industry will retreat. .”

"I won't say the pretentious talk about the prodigal son turning back, but it's rare to meet you in "The Cage".

"In the past, I would have wished you were so hard-working, so dedicated, and dared to act and film. First, the quality of the output was really good, and second, you could hype, market, and even touch porcelain, jump into the ink yourself, and then wash it off yourself. .

"But when I think about what the old man scolded me at that time, I can't do what I did before. When a person reaches a certain height and realm, he will think more deeply and see more broadly.

"As for you, if you train yourself well, even if you are a martial arts student, you will undoubtedly be a good actor.

"Don't blame me for putting pressure on you or labeling you. There are very few good actors nowadays, and there are even fewer good ones. If there are so few, even if one is lost, it will be a loss for the entire industry."

Jiang Shuming took off the cigarette with the holder full of bite marks and put it in his pocket. Qin Jue was wearing makeup, so he didn't pat her shoulder. He just stood up and looked up into her eyes.

“Cherish yourself.

"If possible, I hope you can cherish your future as an actor."

Qin Jue was silent for half a minute.

"Okay. Sorry."

After thinking for a while, he added: "I can't fully empathize with what you said now, but I will write it down and slowly understand it."

Jiang Shuming smiled, dropped the topic, and showed her the close-up position.

"Go ahead and let me see how your acting is."

…

On this day, the crew's arrangement was to take out four or five hours of night scenes throughout the day. It was five o'clock in the afternoon when Qin Jue finished filming the last scene. Because there were few scenes and a low status, there was no special arrangement to celebrate the ending.

Jiang Shuming and Qi Qingyuan were still filming, and Qin Jue didn't bother them. He took off his makeup and planned to go back to the hotel.

As soon as she left the shed, she saw Cen Yi's nanny car parked there, and Cen Yi waved to her from the car.

"Brother Cen."

Qin Jue got into the car.

"Is it finished? Well, happy finishing."

Cen Yi handed Qin Jue a book, and she looked at it. The book was covered with a book cover, and there was a line of handwriting on it: An actor's self-cultivation.

There is also a line of small words next to it: To me and my beloved youth - Cen Yi.

"Your sister-in-law gave it to me back then." Cen Yi looked happy.

Qin Jue's fingers traced the cover of the book little by little, and finally he raised his head with a smile: "Why do I feel that my sister-in-law is the domineering president?"

"Then what's the matter? I, Cen Yi, am living a soft life based on my ability."

As soon as the nanny's car door is closed, she dares to say anything.

Qin Jue laughed and said, "Brother Cen is willing to give me such a commemorative thing? My sister-in-law doesn't mind either?"

"Take it." Cen Yi smiled, "Actually, it was originally reserved for my son, but this kid was just born, who knows what he will be interested in in the future."

"If he also enters the acting profession, I will make a handwritten copy of it. When he turns eighteen, he will finish it. It will be more memorable."

Cen Yi put his chin on one hand and leaned against the partition in the nanny's car.

In the slowly regressing late summer scenery, he squinted his eyes slightly, with a look of reminiscence, and his expression was very soft.

This is the father.

Qin Jue sighed secretly, smiled softly and asked, "What's the little guy's name?"

"Cen Kuan. Be lenient to others."

"Good name." Qin Jue nodded.

"Come to my house as a guest when you have time and see him." Cen Yi said with a smile.

Qin Jue was stunned for a moment: "I have a lot of blood in my body, which is not good for the child."

"Strong blood and character are two different things." Cen Yi didn't care, "You could kill me in minutes sitting across from me. Didn't I also ask you to get in the car?"

"really."

Qin Jue curled up his lips and raised the "Actor's Self-cultivation" in his hand: "I remember this agreement. After I read it three times, I will go to Brother Cen's house as a guest."

"Ha, good job."

Cen Yi laughed: "Would you like to consider making a debut, Xiao Qin? Our company is very good."

"Are you here to poach me?"

"Yeah, you don't have an agent yet, right?"

"This is true." Qin Jue said, "My agent, Miss Senran, is currently responsible for taking care of my finances and work."

At the same time, he assisted me in completing a remote murder.

Qin Jue looked out the window, cicadas were chirping one after another, struggling at the end of summer.

"That's great. Can you give me your contact information?"

"OK."

Qin Jue clicked on the snake-shaped APP on his phone. Senran had already prepared his Feixun QR code.

"Is there anything Xiao Kuan likes?" Qin Jue asked.

"I used to like my feet, but now I like my feet." Cen Yi chuckled, "It's only been five months, and the things I like change every day."

Tear-proof is a common name for intellectual enlightenment board books. The paper is tough and not easy to tear, and it does not hurt your hands. It is very suitable for young children's books.

When she was a child, she also had a set of baby books that could not be torn apart.

"Then I'll ask you again before I'm a guest." Qin Jue said.

"You are welcome at any time." Cen Yi smiled, "My son is very close to me and will definitely like you."

Qin Jue nodded with a smile, wondering if Qin Jingsheng had said the same thing to others when she was just born.

The hurt was too deep and long-lasting, and her concept of her father had faded to the point where only the vague characters on the household registration book remained.

"The target has reached the high-risk road section...

"Invading the navigation program, intrusion completed..."

“The target has crashed through the fence at the bend…

"The target is falling..."

The nanny car stopped at the door of the hotel. Qin Jue returned to his room and turned on his mobile phone.

On the screen, she saw Qin Jingsheng's face full of shock and anger.