first-class superstar

When Bai Chen and Wei Jia arrived at the interview location, many people had already gathered at the door.

The assistant took the form to Bai Chen to fill in, and Bai Chen took a pen to fill in carefully stroke by stroke.His handwriting is very beautiful for modern people. He originally wrote in a beautiful lower case. He is not used to gel pens. He bought a portable soft-tip signature pen online.

In the past, their dark guards also needed to be assessed, not only for martial arts, but also for reading and writing. He was the most serious and the best in everything.

The assistant took the form that Bai Chen handed over, glanced at it inadvertently, and looked at Bai Chen again, with a look of sigh and envy on his face.

"Find a place to sit first, and I'll call your name when it's your turn next."

Bai Chen was dressed in black casual clothes, sitting on a chair with a straight body, which was clearly distinguished from other interviewers who were stumbling around and playing with their phones with their legs crossed.

The people who attracted him couldn't help but look at him a few more times, but found that he didn't respond at all, and he was still holding a copy of "The History of Performance Evolution" and read it seriously.

Wei Jia didn't know where he went, and came back after a while, seeing that Bai Chen was reading seriously, but he didn't bother him, anyway, they came late, and they were at the back.

Meng Zhiping came out of the interview room rubbing his swollen forehead. After interviewing all morning, he had the urge to throw the table.He went to the front desk assistant and asked the assistant to make three cups of coffee and bring them into the interview room, then walked to the end of the corridor and lit a cigarette.

In the mist, he saw Bai Chen.

He was dressed in black and sat upright. Although his face was still childish, he was expressionless. Occasionally, he seemed to frown at some incomprehensible places on the tree.It is particularly conspicuous among the bunch of crooked people, this temperament...

Meng Zhiping thought: If this person puts on a strong black suit and stands in a relatively hidden dark place, standing like a pine tree, only his eyes are left under the black cloth mask...

Just as he was thinking of this, someone suddenly looked towards him.He obviously had a handsome and childish face, but his eyes were extremely sharp. Seeing him glance at him, he lowered his head to read the book again.

Really interesting people.

Meng Zhiping put out the cigarette in his hand, walked quickly to the front desk and gave some instructions to the assistant. The assistant looked down on the table, took out a piece of paper and handed it to him. He turned around and entered the interview room with the paper.

Meng Zhiping looked at the form in his hand, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and showed interest when he saw the name.

Seeing his indescribably constipated expression, the assistant director next to him raised his head and asked, "What's the matter, what's your expression?"

Meng Zhiping didn't speak, but just smiled mysteriously at the assistant director.This smile made the assistant director tremble in fright, his fist clenched and then loosened - he didn't dare to swing it towards him, the smile made Nima too penetrating.

The assistant's voice sounded outside the door: "Bai Chen, Bai Chen, it's your turn."

Bai Chen put away the book and handed it to Wei Jia, stood up and stretched his legs, and walked to the door of the interview room in two steps.He walked at a leisurely pace, but felt that he was walking very fast, as if he had reached the door in two steps, with a stern demeanor and an expressionless face, completely lacking the excitement of other people when they were called.

He walked into the interview room, and there were three people sitting in front of him. They bowed neither humble nor overbearing, and stood silently.

Meng Zhiping nodded, he doesn't like flattering people.

"Your name is Bai Chen? Let me introduce myself." Meng Zhiping looked at the form in front of him again. The form was written in lower case, with neat and tough handwriting, just like a printed copybook. The young man was more pleasantly surprised than he had imagined.

"My name is Bai Chen." His voice was as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate, but with a hint of magnetism.

"Is this the end?" Meng Zhiping looked up at him after waiting for a long time. "What about specialties?"

"Specialty?" Bai Chen thought for a while, "A little bit of martial arts."

Seeing that he didn't talk much, Meng Zhiping didn't intend to say more, pointed to a section of the script and said directly: "Then you act this section, you auditioned for the hidden guard."

"Xuan Yi." A deep and magnetic voice came from the room.

A well-dressed man in black suddenly appeared in the room. He knelt on one knee and clasped his fists in salute, "Your subordinate is here, what is your order?"

"Look carefully at the person in this painting. I want you to go to Mu Wang's mansion to find out if this woman is in the mansion." The soul of a person is hooked away.

Xuan Yi glanced at it intently, as if he wanted to imprint the painting in his mind.

"Yes." After a resounding reply, he disappeared after the man waved his hand.

What Bai Chen wants to perform is Xuan Yi.

He retreated to the door and closed his eyes for a while.

When he opened his eyes again, he stepped in front of the three of them, knelt down on one knee and saluted, "I'm here, what do you want me to do?" His sharp eyes fixed on Meng Zhiping in the middle.

"Yes." He replied with a clean and powerful voice, and as soon as he stood up with his head buried, he took a big step back and reached the door again.

Over there, Meng Zhiping has not recovered, he is still immersed in that look, and that look seems to be like a real knife, which ruthlessly gouges out his life-threatening pain.Moreover, Bai Chen's stride and retreat were like a real hidden guard appearing and disappearing silently.

The assistant director next to him came back to his senses first, and coughed twice before Meng Zhiping came back to his senses.

"Cough, that's right, you go out first, and your manager will be notified when the results come out before next week." Meng Zhiping coughed in a low voice, and was really ashamed to be frightened by the murderous intent of a newcomer.

Seeing Bai Chen nod to indicate to go out, he let out a breath, patted his chest carefully, and said after a long while: "I was brought into the play by him." It was not the prince, but the person who was going to be assassinated by him.

Boom, Nima is so scary. /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

The two people beside him nodded. The young man's aura just now was too strong. As outsiders, they were all shocked.

This movie is a small-budget movie invested by Meng Zhiping himself. He is somewhat famous, but it is not enough.This time he is quite satisfied with the script, the casting is very serious, he has already chosen the leading role, and the supporting role is also very strict in the selection with a perfect attitude. Fortunately, he is somewhat famous, and the actors are also very active in auditioning for his box office. Come for an interview.

Unexpectedly, he found a good seedling. At this moment, he is excited. It seems that he can choose a good role in the next martial arts drama he is preparing for.

"What do you think of this person?" Meng Zhiping tapped the pen on the table, and the table made a sound of 'da, da, da...', which was his expression of excitement.

The assistant director said: "It's very good, the aura is strong, the performance is in place and even exceeds expectations, it seems that he really knows kung fu, but I haven't heard of this person before."

Another person also echoed: "Although the appearance is a little childish, but the demeanor is stern and agreeable, and the appearance is really a bit eye-catching. There is a word for it - cute contrast. I think this character may be very pleasing."

Wei Jia waited anxiously outside the door, and when he saw Bai Chen coming out, he hurried up to meet him.

"How about it?"

Bai Chen shook his head to express that he didn't know.

Wei Jia really wanted to slap him to death, although he knew there shouldn't be any serious problems.

Three days later, Wei Jia received a call from Meng Zhiping, "Old Wei, you have found a good seed this time."

Wei Jia was confused, "How do you say that?"

Meng Zhiping didn't want to say more, just said: "Okay, it will start up in a month, and I will bring Bai Chen to arrive on time."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Jia realized that it was Meng Zhiping himself who called to inform him.