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Jiang Haichao's cell phone kept ringing, and every time it rang, the little assistant's heart trembled.

"Boss, boss, who are you chatting with? You are so happy." The little assistant turned his eyes around Jiang Haichao's face, and then stared at Jiang Haichao's phone eagerly.

Jiang Haichao's expression was not happy. Generally speaking, few people could see anything from his face.

However, the corners of Jiang Haichao's slightly raised lips still showed some clues.

"Oh, just that little idol in the show, Feng Shiyuan."

The little assistant searched through his memory, and vaguely remembered that there was indeed a tall, sunny and handsome little fresh meat in the show.

It is said that he is a member of the [-]th line small paste team who has just debuted. At present, there are no works that have made it out of the circle, only a small group of true fans.

However, the little assistant remembered Feng Shiyuan's appearance, he was sunny and handsome, and it was only a matter of time before he became famous.

But - thinking of Feng Shiyuan's muscular figure, handsome face, and the two dimples at the corners of his mouth, the little assistant felt a little bad.

It's one thing for Feng Shiyuan to be handsome, but quite another for Jiang Haichao to think that Feng Shiyuan is handsome!

No way, the little assistant clenched his fist secretly, he must kill this bad relationship in the cradle!

"Boss, I think, since the show is finished recording, you should not have any contact with them," the little assistant said seriously, "What if someone wants to harm you?"

"Oh, yes." Jiang Haichao responded perfunctorily, his eyes still on the phone.

Feng Shiyuan [Brother Hai!How can you leave me behind? Wow, what a strong alliance we agreed! 】

[Brother Hai, I will take care of your little pig!When you miss it, tell me, I will send you a picture of it~]

Then there are a few pictures of cute and cute pigs.

However, in the corner of the photo, Feng Shiyuan "accidentally" revealed a part of his clothes that had been turned up, and the abdominal muscles under the clothes were faintly visible.

Tsk, pretty good.

Jiang Haichao didn't say anything when he saw it, he replied with an emoji, and didn't say anything more.

Enough chatting and flirting, it's time to get down to business.

"Send me a copy of the script," Jiang Haichao rubbed his eyes, and said, "I'll take a look at the plot."

The little assistant quickly sent the script to Jiang Haichao as if he was about to receive an amnesty.

What's it like to follow a boss who is extremely ambitious?

Holding the iPad in his hand, Jiang Haichao seemed to be a different person the moment he clicked on the document.

The laziness in him disappeared all of a sudden, and the eyes that were naturally slightly lowered also had the sharpness of concentration.

After entering the working state, Jiang Haichao instantly became another person.

He put away his carelessness and quickly plunged into the small world in the script.

The name of the movie is quite interesting - it's actually called "Wang Chao". Jiang Haichao saw it and felt that this character was destined for him.

The protagonist of the movie is Wang Chao, a somewhat autistic but talented painting genius.

But the impoverished mountain village has trapped the talent of the teenager, and what people see is a child with mental problems.

Wangchao spent his childhood in a dilapidated garbage dump. His grandfather who picked up waste and an orange kitten were all he had.

By chance, the children's imaginative paintings on the wall were discovered.

As a result, Wangchao's life trajectory also changed.

A talented painter named "seesea" was born out of nowhere. The color works under his brush are full of strong vitality, and the passionate emotion almost breaks through the paper.

Seesea became popular overnight, and it was hard to get a ticket for the art exhibition.

However, the title of "genius painter" does not belong to Wangchao.

Wangchao is a dark gray shadow hidden behind seesea.

His paintings were signed by other people's names, and his crown was worn on other people's heads.

Like a lone soul wandering outside the Vanity Fair, he gave his pure soul, but made a wedding dress for others.

Until one day, Wangchao saw his own painting outside the window.

He couldn't speak, let alone explain that it was his work.

He could only reach out his hand, through the glass, trying to touch his painting.

When being forcibly dragged away by the security guards, Wang Chao screamed.

Looking at his stolen life, he screamed in despair and at the top of his voice.

At the end of the movie, Wangchao's voice was drowned in the cheers, applause, and cheers of everyone in the exhibition hall.

Wang Chao stopped screaming suddenly, he stood where he was, as if he was standing on another planet.

He looked at his work and was silent for a long time.

The picture was frozen in Wang Wangchao's last gaze.

"This is too tragic." The little assistant only felt aggrieved after hearing the outline of the story, "Is this the end?"

Jiang Haichao really liked this story, but judging from his years of understanding of the film market, the audience might not buy it with such an ending.

Moreover, the interpretation of this role is also very difficult.

Once the level of the director or the protagonist is not in place, this movie is likely to be scolded to pieces.

These days, everyone likes a happy ending with a happy family. Jiang Haichao estimated that the audience would find it hard to accept such a pessimistic and realistic movie.

"What does the director say?" Jiang Haichao suddenly became a little interested in this director who took a slant.

Assistant: "I heard that the director is a rich second generation, with a somewhat withdrawn personality. However, he also made a few independent films in college. Sister Wang saw them and said they were very good."

"No," Jiang Haichao laughed, "I'm not going on a blind date with him, I'm asking about his plans for the movie."

"Oh, I heard that we haven't raised enough money yet." The little assistant said, "We're still casting for roles."

Jiang Haichao: "Well, it's normal." Usually this kind of little-known little director will have a difficult early stage.

"Then, the director said," the little assistant said nervously, "Let you have time to audition."

"Huh, huh?" Jiang Haichao came to his senses and asked, "Let me audition?"

The little assistant also felt that the director was outrageous.

Even the leading directors in the industry would come to communicate with Jiang Haichao in person for filming.

This fledgling kid actually asked Jiang Haichao to audition with a group of young actors.

Jiang Haichao didn't have any objections. He looked at the audition time and said bluntly, "All right."

He hasn't tried to audition in person for many years, so let's take it as a way to find out his original intention.

The little assistant was a little dissatisfied, "Boss, this director seems to have some prejudice against you—I also heard people say that he was not willing to cooperate with you at the beginning."

"Because of the turmoil and those things..." the little assistant said, "he doesn't have a good impression of you."

"It's done," Jiang Haichao closed his eyes, "Let's do it for now."

In the entertainment circle, is there still a lot of things that go up and step down, and play with the wind?

From the moment he stepped into this circle, Jiang Haichao was already mentally prepared.

He can be neither arrogant nor impetuous at the peak, and he can also be unruffled at the bottom.

Jiang Haichao is used to the adulation and flocking at the peak, and the cynicism at the low point.

"People's hearts," Jiang Haichao said slowly, "is the most unreliable thing."

The only thing worthy of trust is the strength in your own hands.

***

The audition took place in Hengdian, an unremarkable small hotel.

When Jiang Haichao stepped on the stairs to go upstairs, he had the illusion of going back in time and returning to the moment when he just debuted.

Although the director is a newcomer to the industry, after all, he graduated from a prestigious school, and there are quite a few people waiting in line at the door to audition.

Wang Lin waited at the door early in the morning, and when she saw Jiang Haichao, she stepped forward and put a hat on his head.

"Why did you come here alone?" Wang Lin frowned and looked around, "I don't wear a mask, what should I do if I get caught?"

Jiang Haichao is now on the cusp of the storm, and any disturbance can cause an uproar.

"It's okay, just shoot it." Jiang Haichao didn't care, "I don't have too many debts."

Wang Lin sighed, and said helplessly, "That's right." She looked at the situation in the room and said, "Someone is auditioning, we have to wait for a while."

She clicked her tongue impatiently, "A brat who has just graduated is so fucking arrogant, it would be great if you are willing to come to audition, and let people wait."

Jiang Haichao folded his arms and leaned against the wall without speaking.

Everyone in the queue recognized Jiang Haichao, but due to Jiang Haichao's status, they didn't dare to strike up a conversation, and only admired the rare beauty from a distance.

"This is the legendary top-notch face, it's so fucking amazing."

"I didn't expect to see myself here, wow, look at his eyelashes, they are so long!"

Of course, gossip is inevitable.

"Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder so many people fall into his hands, who can refuse with such good looks?"

"Hey, this age of looking at faces. If I want to look so good-looking, I'm also a movie king!"

"That's right, I heard that he relied on this face to get his position..."

The voice of discussion is getting smaller and smaller, and the words are getting harder and harder to hear.

"Is it great to be good-looking? No matter how handsome he is, it can't change the fact that he is a scumbag."

"That's right, isn't he handsome?"

Wang Lin was about to swear, when the door suddenly opened.

A staff member ran out and looked up to see Jiang Haichao waiting at the door. He was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled, "Mr. Jiang, you have been waiting for a long time, please come in!"

Jiang Haichao stood up, glanced lightly at the group of people behind him, and said with a smile, "That's right."

He walked into the room, "It's great to be handsome, don't you agree?" Jiang Haichao looked back and sneered, "Hold on."

***

The room was very quiet. The actor Xu Shi, who had just tried the play, performed well, and was sitting on the sidelines waiting for the announcement.

Jiang Haichao glanced at the furnishings of the room, and he probably knew which scene it was.

This can be regarded as the most difficult scene in the movie - Wangchao screamed hoarsely while looking at the paintings in the window and his stolen life.

If this kind of explosive scene is not warmed up and entered in advance, it will be difficult to empathize with the characters, and it will be extraordinarily difficult to act.

Jiang Haichao glanced at the actors sitting in the corner, without exception, they were all rubbing their throats, looking very embarrassed.

"Hello, I'm Yan An." A cold voice sounded, and Jiang Haichao raised his eyes to look at the director sitting in front of him.

On the bridge of the man's tall nose was a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. Behind the thin lenses were a pair of inhuman and cold eyes.

Because he had just left the campus, he still carried a cold arrogance of ignorance of the world. He didn't get up, and sat on the seat holding the script.

"If you're ready, you can start acting." Yan An looked up at the staff, "Give him the lines."

"No need." Jiang Haichao closed his eyes and entered the scene as quickly as possible, "I'm ready."

Lines are the most basic cultivation of an actor.

As soon as he received the script, Jiang Haichao had already memorized the lines.

Every word and every expression Wang Chao said has been engraved in Jiang Haichao's mind.

When he opened his eyes, Wang Chao had already entered this world through his eyes.

The young actor, who was misunderstood by everyone as relying on his face, started his performance with the most professional attitude.