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One thousand three hundred fifty-seven

This is also the reason why the third male lead can be so unscrupulous.
Bo Jiu was holding a shoulder bag in one hand and putting the other into his trouser bag in one hand. He just looked at the other person without saying a word.
Maybe it was because I had been seen for too long, or maybe the boy's eyes were as dark as the end, as deep as the ancient well and the deep pool, there was always an illusion of being stared at by something. The third male lead inexplicably felt that the boy's eyes made people seep it.
It is this kind of oozing that gradually turns into anger.
How dare the other party look at him with such a look?
Does this person understand the rules?
Do you know that every Chinese actor who comes here should respect them when he sees them?
Since this guy doesn't understand, he will let him educate him.
The third male lead smiled at Bo Jiu, and the mockery and disdain brought out of the smile was so obvious.
People around them are still laughing.
It took about half a minute.
The international director came over there with excitement on his face: "Come on, come on, read the script first, I'll let someone tell you the drama!"
Bo Jiu only then retracted his eyes, but he lit his chin: "Who is that person?"
"Do you want to know Allen?" the director laughed: "It just so happens that you two have a rival scene, and his current scene has not yet begun. Let him tell you something?"
Bo Jiu didn't know what he was thinking, and the corners of his mouth curled up, bringing out evil spirits: "Okay."
"Allen, hey, Allen!" the director greeted the male third.
The man named Allen walked over and was really kind to the director. Even if he was hostile to anyone, he would hide it at this time.
The director patted his shoulder and said, "You tell Jiu about the drama, this is the first time this kid appears."
"The first time acting? Director, I'm really worried. Even if I talk to him, he doesn't know how to act." Allen looked like a joke.
But to say this, it is obvious that I look down on Bo Jiu a little.
The two actors around also looked at this side.
One of them actually disagrees with Allen's approach.
Since the actor was chosen by the director, there must be his reasons.
What's more, it's better to know what the other party is like.
Alan obviously didn't think so. He rejected him as soon as he saw that the other party was from China. This is really a headache.
But even so, there is no need for the people around to stand up for an outsider.
After all, their impression of some Chinese actors is still there. They have no works, but they like to walk on the red carpet.
There are still some excellent actors.
But to some extent, the person in front of him should have no acting skills.
Here, everything is up to date with the acting skills.
The international director frowned and then said, "That's because you don't understand Jiu. This drama only requires his true nature to behave."
"Since that's the case, I'm really worried." Allen wouldn't let the director get out of the stage on such an occasion, so he reached out and took out the script: "I'll tell him the scene between him and me first."
The director laughed and patted his shoulder again.
Someone called out there, and the director could only say to Bo Jiu: "I'll go and do it first, listen to the content, and we'll take a test."
"Okay." Bo Jiu's emotions seemed to be without any turbulence, and there was always a smile on his lips. At that moment, he seemed to be able to see Qin Mo's shadow from her.
Have you been with someone for a long time
Even his temperament is a little similar to that person.
Wait until the director leaves.
Allen's face changed, and his face was full of tricks: "Oh no, I forgot, you Chinese actors are extremely poor in English. Could it be that I can't tell you for a long time, and you can't understand what I'm talking about? That's really embarrassing."
People around him did not react much when they saw Bo Jiu.
I thought she really couldn't understand.
Allen smiled again and put the script aside: "I really don't understand where the director found you a stupid pig like you. It's a waste of our time."
"Alan." Another actor couldn't see it anymore and spoke out to remind him.
When Allen saw that the other party was just a smaller position than his own, he ignored it: "Control your own business."
But at this moment.
The boy spoke, and he was still the lazy position of holding his pants pockets with one hand. His voice was nice and slow: "You are the stupid pig."
Five words, neither flat nor light.
Some people who understand Chinese are present, of course they understand the meaning of this sentence.
But Allen frowned: "what?"
"I          stupid." The authentic British accent, full of indescribable magnetism, the unique voice of the boy was like a gurgling water, penetrating Allen's eardrums bit by bit: "I said, you are a stupid pig."
Say it together in Chinese and English.
At this time, Alan's face was covered with a strong anger, and it was really like a piece of pig's liver.
After all, he never expected that this guy not only understood his words, but also repeated them in two languages, which was simply in his face.
"You!" Allen became angry and seemed to go up and beat someone up.
The boy's collar was already pulled up with his right hand, and the blue veins on his arm were bursting, and his aura was very terrifying.
His agent grabbed him with one hand: "Calm down, Allen calm down! This is the person brought by the director."
Alan gritted his teeth and shook his hands. His eyes were like poisonous snakes, spitting out a snake letter: "Wait for me, little devil!"
Bo Jiu smiled slightly, reached out to tidy up his collar: "Yes, I'll wait."
The more this attitude, the more angry Alan became. The anger burned him almost lost his mind.
There were also Chinese people working behind the scenes next to him, and they pulled Bo Jiu backwards, and then said to the agent there, "I'll pull him down to have a conversation."
The agent breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand.
Bo Jiu let a man in his thirties drag him.
I heard the man say, "I know you were angry after hearing his words, but you should be careful about some things when you come here by yourself. Don't look at him like that. I heard that you have contact with people on the American highway. If you provoke him in the crew, he will also be worried about the director. If you don't do anything, it will be hard to say in the future. And as long as you are like this, you really won't beat him up..."
"Then let him scold the Chinese pig?" Bo Jiu interrupted the man's words.
The man turned around and there were a little wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. He sighed first and said, "None of us is heroes. Patriotism is a good thing, but it's too reckless outside. I also want to fight back like you. Let's talk about it off topic. At the beginning, I was cheated, but what can I do? The only money in my family is used to let me go abroad. Washing dishes here is more than domestic. Finally, I have this job and can send money to my family every month. Once I fight back, it means that a job is gone. A rich young master like you probably don't know how difficult it is for Chinese people to find a job in the United States. Some kind people will give you more tips when you look down on your clothes and will be very good to you. But in fact, it's more often, it's a system problem. Everything is for survival. Do you understand?"
After listening to the man's words, Bo Jiu stopped: "Why don't you go back?"
The man didn't speak anymore, just shook his head.
No one who floats outside doesn't want home.
But what is more practical is that they want to support their families.
Bo Jiu also knew that this person could pull him away, which was already good. After all, there were two others who didn't even care about her. Maybe they were worried about getting involved, which was normal.
However, who made her the rich young master?
She doesn't lack money, and doesn't have to support her family. She just needs to raise a great god.
So...Bo Jiu raised his eyes and put his eyes on Alan who kicked the thing away because he was unhappy, his eyes were extremely cold.
It's time for some people to swallow what they say.
International directors are really busy, otherwise they would not have noticed the strangeness here.
Other actors who know about this are both worried about the teenager and do not want to get involved in this matter.
However, Allen was still looking at Bo Jiu from a distance, his eyes a little bloodthirsty.
Someone came over to block something for Bo Jiu: "I didn't expect that you are so good in English."
It is a local actor who helped Bo Jiu talk to him before: "But I have the same reminder, really, don't mess with Allen."
"Thank you." Bo Jiu grew up here and knew that people from any country had good people and scumbags.
There is no doubt about the scumbag.
In addition to Bo Jiu, there is also a Chinese actor in this scene.
The actor probably walked through many doors to get the role in his hand. He was standing next to Allen and said, "Don't be able to get along with people without quality. You should know that some people are so ignorant."
Allen now doesn't like any Chinese person, and he doesn't appreciate it for such words. He glared at the actor and sat back to his resting position.
Seeing this, the male actor had to go to Bo Jiu: "You should go and apologize to Allen. Do you know that what you came out represents is the face of our China?"
Bo Jiu took off a lollipop and put it in his mouth. After hearing the other person's words, he raised his eyes and asked in a faint voice: "Do you still know the word "face"? It's so fresh."
"You! What kind of qualities are you?" The actor clenched his fingers.
Bo Jiu was very evil: "Why do you talk about qualities with people who are not human? Get out of the way and don't have time to beat you up."
The actor said, "Do you know how popular I am in China? You..."
"Oh?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows; "I don't know very well, it seems that your definition of fire is your own boast."
The actor was so angry that his face sank: "You may not imagine how much my fans like me,"
"You can imagine that you will have any fans if you have idols." Bo Jiu's voice was still lazy: "Otherwise, how could someone like you appear? It would be better to play with flattery. The person who didn't talk about the word "Huaxia or Face" in the audience is you."
The actor wants to say something.
The director there had already come over from afar.
The male actor had to swallow the words back, pretended that nothing had happened, and walked to the side.
"Jiu, how about you know the script?" It is not difficult to hear from his words that the international director can't wait to make Bo Jiu take a look.
Bo Jiu raised the script on the handle: "Just read it."
When the international director heard this, his expression was a little disappointed, but he also knew that he was too impatient.
The assistant whispered to the side: "Sir, should you want this actor to try out his makeup and costume?"
By the way.
Whether a character can perform in a divine way or not has a sense of existence?
In addition to his skillful acting skills and his own appearance, there is another crucial thing, which is what people in the industry call "making makeup".
As we all know, how many characters are ruined by the stylist.
All film and television works have told us this truth.
But one thing is that it is also crucial that a person cannot control some shapes.
Although the director has a lot of say on the crew.
But judging from the role played by Bo Jiu, she is the male god in the minds of countless people, although she is not the male protagonist.
But this character has an unexpected call online.
A hacker who comes without a trace, is both good and evil, is full of mystery.
People have always been able to imagine the appearance of this character from the perspective of description.
Indeed, just from the height and age, the boy in front of him is very consistent.
Because, it is said that the screenwriter who wrote this novel was based on the prototype of the hacker Z, who was popular in the fifth road that year.
I have only heard of that person, but I have never seen him.
But according to the police's description, he is indeed about this tall and is still very young, but no one knows the specific one.
After adding his own imagination, the screenwriter described the other party as a beautiful boy of oriental blood.
The original sentence inside described it as this: "When the night wind blows, the messy short hair not only does not make the boy decadent, but adds to his noble temperament, just like the Eastern vampire nobleman. The hooded pure black windbreaker covers his face, revealing only a curve of his chin, but that curve is enough to leave people with endless imagination about handsomeness..."
So the boy's appearance is perfect, and even in the crew where this superstar is in, he is too beautiful.
But one thing is that the assistant thinks that the boy himself is a little softer than the role he wants to play.
I wonder if he will highlight the character's aura after wearing the drama costume?
After the assistant reminded him, the director remembered: "By the way, make-up! Nine, you can go to make-up and dress first, then take a look at the script at this time, and then walk for a while, so that you can adapt to the rhythm here. It doesn't matter if you can't remember the lines at that time."
Upon hearing this, Bo Jiu asked with a smile: "What kind of event?"
"Which scene?" The international director was still hesitating. At first, he thought about letting Jiu and An play against each other first, so that he could integrate faster. However, now An finally found the feeling of the previous scene and had to act for a while. He touched his chin and his fingers had just slid.
Chapter completed!
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