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But when it comes to the selection of actors, the casting team has some difficulties.
The director requested that no dubbing be used in the whole film, that is to say, it is not enough to be able to perform, and it is necessary to find someone who can sing.
Chu Bawang's role is not bad, and there are not many Peking Opera actors who sing Jingxing. But Yu Ji is different. After all, male actors are very rare nowadays. Even if there are, age, appearance, acting skills, all aspects are suitable for the big screen, and it is almost impossible to find them.
What's more, the meaning of the shooting team is to give priority to the stars with their own traffic, and they will not use amateurs unless it is a last resort.
After going back and forth, the film side naturally thought of the actor He Chenfeng, who had been in the school and Jingxing since elementary school, and his partner with the beautiful man who is said to be a singer.
In the chairman's office of Universal Satellite TV, Yan Chao asked Wang Hui straight to the point: "Can he pass this audition?"
"The last time I sealed the box, "Xishi" sang really well." Wang Hui said, "He looks good, can sing, can act in movies, and has his own traffic. Do you think this role can have anyone else besides him?"
Yan Chao nodded: "If the director team doesn't give him face, they will definitely give He Chenfeng face."
Wang Hui crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "I have read the script. There is also a very important character in this story, a young master from a wealthy family whose secret identity is an underground party. He helped Japanese officers in the process. Matching with the theater, he helped to bury the last bomb."
Hearing this sentence, Yan Chao suddenly raised his eyes.
Just listen to Wang Hui then say: "The director and I are old acquaintances, he will not deny my face. There are not many roles in this role, not to mention your own conditions."
With that said, Wang Hui took out the cigarette case again, took out two cigarettes, and handed one of them to Yan Chao.
An unexpected surprise flashed in Yan Chao's eyes, but it soon became dark for unknown reasons.
Wang Hui knew him too well. Whenever he didn't need to open his mouth at all, Wang Hui knew what he wanted.
After a long while, he rarely took Wang Hui's cigarette and said solemnly, "Thank you."
Wang Hui lit the cigarette, took a breath, and suddenly showed a helpless smile: "It's just a little effort, every time you endure humiliation and burden like this, it seems like I'm forcing you, why bother?"
Yan Chao's eyes stagnated, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he lit the cigarette in silence.
Knowing that he never wanted to talk about this, Wang Hui didn't force it any more, so he changed the subject: "I talked with Liao Fengxuan again, and Zhou Maoqin's attitude was quite calm, saying that he could sign this year's performance contract first. Let's try it for a year."
Yan Zhao raised his eyes and looked at him: "The whole Liaofengxuan? Can he be the master?"
Wang Hui said: "What he means is that he has passed the test, but if the specific arrangements are made, whether Xiao Yuanzi or the other corners are willing or not depends on them."
Yan Chao shook his head: "Dong Ning Yuan will not accept it so easily."
Wang Hui said: "After all, Liaofengxuan's performance market is now under their own control. There are many twists and turns in the middle, from top to bottom, layer by layer, and the amount of oil and water they can fish from the middle is too much. , and the outsiders don't even know about it. But suddenly there are outsiders who want to meddle in their internal affairs. Although I told them that it was a win-win cooperation, in fact, no one is a fool. The more open the process is. To be more and more transparent, it means that they can make less money.”
Yan Chao asked, "There is also a source for the oil and water that can be made. Where do they get all this money from?"
Wang Hui said: "There are many sources, such as accepting bribes from the owners of performance venues, such as colluding with scalpers and driving up ticket prices. There are only things you can't think of, and nothing they can't do."
Yan Chao frowned for a while: "So in the end, the money is still from the audience."
Wang Hui nodded: "Now you know why scalpers are so rampant, but you never see them resisting?"
Yan Chao said in a deep voice, "It was the audience's enthusiasm for the actors that was consumed, but the money ended up in their pockets."
Wang Hui said: "So, the gang of Dongning Garden are all thousand-year-old foxes, and a young man like Zhou Chenyu is still too tender."
Yan Chao blurted out, "Didn't he have me?"
After he finished speaking, he realized something again and changed his mouth: "There...we."
Wang Hui looked at him with interest, showing an unexplained smile, but in the end he didn't say anything.
After discussing the movie with Wang Hui, Yan Chao received a call from the crew within a few days.
After getting the script, he found that there were only a few lines in total, and he quickly memorized it.
Although Yan Chao is not a professional actor, this kind of role does not require high acting skills. He followed the acting teacher arranged by the crew for a few days, and then joined the group.
The executive director at the scene took him to the lounge to meet the rival actors. As he expected, the moment Zhou Chenyu saw him, he showed a surprised expression: "Why are you here?"
Yan Chao said, "I'm going to play with you."
Without waiting for Zhou Chenyu to speak again, the executive director smiled: "The two teachers will rest here for a while, and they will be ready to apply makeup in a while."
As soon as the executive director left, Zhou Chenyu closed the door and questioned Yan Chao, "Be honest, did you come because you heard that I was coming?"
Yan Chao sneered, "Stop being too affectionate."
Zhou Chenyu's face was full of disbelief: "Then why are you suddenly airborne?"
Yan Chao said, "Just allow you to play a role in the gift film, and I can't do it?"
Zhou Chenyu curled her lips: "You knew early on that you were going to film with me, right? You've been hiding it from me until now, you really can hold your breath."
Before Yan Chao could answer him, the door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and when He Chenfeng saw Yan Chao, a hint of surprise flashed across his expression: "Xiao Yan? We are so destined? Yesterday we talked about you. "
Yan Chao smiled and asked, "What about me?"