What should I do if the seven veterans are revived at the same time?

There is nothing to say about Jiang Yihong's professional ability, and soon he really got Zhuo Lan an audition opportunity.

"A supporting role should be an ancient Western art critic." Jiang Yihong said in the communicator, "It is said that the setting is more vicious, just a few shots, it is quite suitable for you."

"Huh?" Zhuo Lan wondered, "Why does this sound like the most common word in the comments when I held the live broadcast of the art lecture?"

"That's it." Jiang Yihong said, "I deliberately waited until you finished the live broadcast to talk about it."

"You're really reliable, one ring after another..." Zhuo Lan said, "Okay, I'll just go to the audition. But this is just the beginning of casting, and you actually know the specific personality of the supporting role. Is it a bit powerful?"

"I always have some channels." Jiang Yihong didn't change his face, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to win so many people."

Zhuo Lan asked curiously: "You used to distribute so many channels to several people, but now..."

Jiang Yihong guessed the unfinished meaning in his words: "You want to ask if it's all given to you now?"

"I'm just curious. You don't have to answer what you don't want to say." Zhuo Lan blinked at him, "Of course, you lied to me and gave it to me. I will be very happy."

Jiang Yihong replied calmly: "Then, it's all for you."

Zhuo Lan said happily: "Can you show some emotion when you lie? And you copy the words I said exactly?"

Jiang Yihong said: "I'm just a manager."

"Tsk tsk tsk, don't you have the obligation to take care of the artist's emotions?" Zhuo Lan complained, and then got down to business, "Okay, anyway, I will work hard and try my best to audition. But I don't know if I can get it, you You have to be kind to me, you know?"

Jiang Yihong replied: "You said you wanted to be a 'vase' and I didn't say anything, that's not tolerant enough? Do you know how strict I was with my artists before? And I don't have time to listen to their nonsense."

Zhuo Lan: "So you were dumped by a big star."

Jiang Yihong: "..."

"Okay, I'm just kidding." Zhuo Lan propped his chin, his eyebrows curved, "You took me to fight mosquitoes with cannons, so take it easy and don't be so tense. I trust you completely and will try hard to audition, so Be patient with me, huh? Take it easy, take your time."

Jiang Yihong was silent for two seconds: "...I'm not in a hurry."

"Well, you're not in a hurry." Zhuo Lan changed his words, "Anyway, no matter what others say, I believe you can take me well. Even if you don't have a job for the time being, I don't think there is any problem with you. In short, you just follow the steps. I don't need you to prove yourself, you know?"

Jiang Yihong: "...Your words of consolation are really not very clever. It sounds like you are actually complaining about not having a job."

Zhuo Lan said happily: "Really? It's probably because I say bad things about people much more than when I say good things. It's fine if you understand hahahahaha..."

Zhuo Lan joked happily, Jiang Yihong reminded the audition time again, and the two finally hung up the communication.

The room quieted down, and Jiang Yihong sat on a chair, uncharacteristically in a trance for a while.After a few minutes, he regained his senses and resumed his work.

He is looking at the channel resources that he is going to contact recently.Zhuo Lan has recently started to live broadcast diligently, and Jiang Yihong immediately thought of several resources that can be used.

"Hey, I can't give it to others anyway..."

***

The audition came quickly, but it was more of an easy interview than an audition.

It's still the kind that is carried out on the star network.

This supporting role is really very marginal. If it is operated by a big company, it is estimated that it can be obtained directly without any audition.So Zhuo Lan said that when he went to Xingwang to meet with the casting director, Jiang Yihong still thought it was only a matter of ten, twenty, ten minutes.Unexpectedly, more than half an hour later, Jiang Yihong received Zhuo Lan's invitation to the Xingwang room.

After going in, Cecil and Ai Jia were also there.Zhuo Lan leaned back on a red velvet classic couch, lazily, feeling like he was about to fall asleep.

"How?" Jiang Yihong asked, "Why is it taking so long? Your role still needs the casting director to talk to you for so long?"

"I didn't talk about roles with me very much, but I kept talking about art, and a person who was like an expert consultant came." Zhuo Lan shrugged, "Talked with me about the mainstream of art in several eras, and asked me about the art at that time. The social landscape... I feel that I should charge a consultant fee. Their consultant has prepared a lot of questions and a lot of conjectures. Over the time span of how many centuries, I suspect that my memory is disordered. It is better than live lectures Still tired."

Cecil asked curiously: "Don't they claim to be a big production? Why are the consultants so unqualified?"

"He has prepared several plans, and he used them to ask me which one is more suitable." Zhuo Lan said, "For example, he asked me whether to use a queue dance or a waltz, and I asked him what kind of atmosphere he wanted. Is it compelling? He said yes, then I said it would be better to do classical baroque dance, and he said that he had only seen the word but had no video data, and the actors couldn't dance..."

Jiang Yihong raised his eyebrows: "He asked you to demonstrate?"

Zhuo Lan said: "It's a simple dance of eight beats."

Cecil snorted coldly: "They must have recorded it, and now there is a video."

"If they ask you so many questions, then you should really be paid for business. I'll ask later." Jiang Yihong said, "But having said so much, have they decided on your role yet?"

Zhuo Lan said: "The original words were, 'I still need to report to the chief director, but the problem should not be serious'."

"Understood, I will deal with it later." Jiang Yihong urged, "This time they asked during the audition, and you can answer it. If they still ask you questions later, don't worry about it, let them come to me .I told you that I can answer, and you can talk to them again."

Zhuo Lan asked: "I just said 'please contact my agent first'?"

"Ah."

"Tsk tsk, I know why you were hacked and said 'strong desire to control artists'." Cecil sighed, "Although you think about it carefully, what you said is correct, but this tone is similar to that of 'Don't talk to others without authorization. Like people talking, it has a sense of enforcement."

Jiang Yihong glanced at him: "It's mandatory."

Cecil: "Iron head, amazing."

"It's okay." Zhuo Lan smiled at him, deliberately teasing him, "I am willing."

Jiang Yihong: "..."

Both Cecil and Ai Jia were stunned.

"I'm leaving." The manager really wanted to cover that seductive face, but he couldn't answer the words, so he had to run away, and asked before leaving, "What are you doing later?"

Zhuo Lan didn't mind him asking about his private itinerary so directly, and replied, "Playing games."

Jiang Yihong froze for a moment: "I thought you quit."

Zhuo Lan said cheerfully, "It sounds like I'm addicted to it and can't extricate myself... it's a combination of work and rest."

Jiang Yihong asked again: "Have you received your latest refrigerated blood?"

"Collected. I 'eat' on time, big manager."

"...Then I'm leaving, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

***

Zhuo Lan took part in that broken game of "being stabbed to death for no reason".

After so many days, he also calmed down.The mission of the temple still needs to be completed. Although he has read the strategy on the forum before, what if there is any change?

Even if not, completing the task before leaving is considered a good beginning and a good end.

Zhuo Lan didn't go to the forum this time, so naturally he didn't know what happened to the mission of the temple.Many players are repeatedly entering the temple, trying to meet the knight, and then trying to deduce from his every move who he is looking for.Only Zhuo Lan secretly prayed before teleporting that he would not meet that "Killing God" this time, or he would not be able to complete the mission.

He passed to the front of the temple and waited for a while, but the figure of the silver armored knight did not appear on the steps.

"Oh, it's good that I didn't come this time." Zhuo Lan was quite happy, and pushed open the door of the temple after climbing the steps.But before stepping into the temple, he put his toes on the edge of the doorway, stopped, and looked back.

"Don't be fishing law enforcement..."

He waited for a few seconds to confirm that there was still no knight, and then he entered the temple with confidence.

This time no one grabbed him and gave him a sword.

Zhuo Lan walked to the dilapidated desk, where the sunlight was projected through the big hole in the roof, as if it had condensed into a beam of light.According to the task, if the player stands in this place for a few seconds, it is equivalent to praying, and the link of coming to the temple will be completed.After going out, there will be a few monsters to fight, but it is not difficult to fight, mainly to get the mission props dropped by them.

Zhuo Lan didn't care about the monsters, props, etc., and the subsequent tasks had nothing to do with the temple, and he couldn't see the gods, so he was too lazy to do it.

He stood in the circle of light, motionless.It is said to be praying, but it is actually complaining.

"Get an NPC who looks exactly like Annuo, and also set up a broken temple. Others who approach the temple will be instantly killed by the NPC. It's almost the same as that time..." The sun shone on the body, and the blood race "felt" warm.The world always thinks that "prayer" can reach the heavens. When he stands here and complains in the name of "prayer", it seems that he is complaining and acting like a baby to someone in the sky.

"That's why I don't want to come at night. When I come at night, I will think of my wasted teeth." Zhuo Lan continued, "I won't even protect myself with my 'proof of death'. What a touching IQ...

"Oh, I don't know what he was like when he died. If I said it earlier, I would have bitten him in advance, so why waste so much blood.

"If you want me to say, if you have to die, it's best to die with the group of priests. It's not bad to change the limit of 1 to N..."

"I died together at the time."

A male voice suddenly sounded from behind, Zhuo Lan was startled and turned his head immediately.

The knight in silver armor stood behind him.

"!!!" Zhuo Lan subconsciously glanced at his hand—it was resting on the hilt of the sword—and then blurted out, "Are you really fishing for law enforcement?!"

"what?"

The silver armored knight took a step closer to him, Zhuo Lan took a step back subconsciously, the silver armored knight froze in place: "...are you afraid of me?"

Zhuo Lan: "Can you kill me twice?!"

The knight looked at his hands and said to himself, "How could I... kill you?"

Zhuo Lan listened to his words, a certain thought that had appeared and been suppressed in the bottom of his heart was ready to move.

--No way……

"They killed you, they forced you to death..." The knight murmured, "I have to kill them, I have to let them feel the pain..."

His expression gradually became tyrannical, his eyes were bloodshot and frighteningly red.

Zhuo Lan: ...Oops!

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