Clouds and water do not know the wind and moon [entertainment circle]

At the board meeting last month, Song Yunshui decided to invest in a film directed by Wang Fu.After the news was sent out, in just two weeks, the role of male number one received more than 300 resumes, and after being selected by the producer, there were still 42 resumes left.The task of this meeting is to select three of these 42 people as final candidates for audition tomorrow afternoon.In the end, it is up to the director Wang Fu to decide who will be used.

In addition to Song Yunshui, the participants of this meeting also included the film's screenwriter Lin Zixiang, assistant director Yao Ling, and producer Yu Shanxia.When everyone was browsing the materials together, the assistant director suddenly stood up from the light walnut-colored conference table and said that he wanted to go out to answer the phone.

Song Yunshui nodded, and he left.However, more than ten minutes passed, and the assistant director hadn't returned yet.

Song Yunshui said that I would go out to have a look, and with the sound of "dada" footsteps, he also got up and came to the corridor.

The walls of the corridor are as white as toothpaste, and the assistant director Yao Ling is standing by the wall. He is dressed in black and has a mustache, which looks very conspicuous.He has a nickname called 110, as long as you see him, you will understand why it is called that.Because he looked serious like an anti-narcotics policeman, his eyes were sharp as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

Many actors who have worked with Yao Ling feel that being stared at by him is a kind of torture - except for Song Yunshui.

Because Yao Ling never dared to look into Song Yunshui's eyes for a long time, doing so would give him the feeling of being trapped in a fog and surrounded by darkness.The blackest black in the world.

110 seemed to have just finished making a call. He put the phone in the pocket of his winter jacket and walked towards Song Yunshui.After approaching, 110 smelled a faint fragrance, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"What's wrong?" Song Yunshui found that he looked a little angry.

110 reached out and handed Song Yunshui a document with black characters on a white background.

Song Yunshui's eyes scanned the name and photo, surprise appeared in his eyes.It was Tang Zhizhi's resume.

"This person is not from a professional background, and he has never played any important roles until now. He has been playing tricks. This kind of material should be eliminated in the first round of screening. The producer is too strict." 110 looks down on tricks He even looked down on those who rely on connections to get through the back door. He wanted to call the producer to scold him, but the producer explained that he didn't know Tang Zhizhi, and it was just negligence that mixed this eliminated resume with the approved one. in.After knowing the truth, 110 became even more angry and asked the producer to repair his head.

Song Yunshui smiled slightly after listening, "Xu Zhixian may be really too busy." Then put away the smile on his brows, "However, Wang Fu said before that this movie will use newcomers, I think his temperament is very close to the protagonist , you can let him participate in the audition to see."

110 was stunned for a moment, with an expression of "I heard you right", "Do you know this trickster?"

"Yes." Song Yunshui was telling the truth, "But I recommend him not because of this."

110 didn't believe it, he snorted disgustedly in his heart, "I don't agree, this person is too amateur."

"Yao Ling, a walk-on actor may not have potential, right? Give him a chance." The strong tone and low voice were as menacing as the muffled thunder in midsummer dusk.

Song Yunshui is the biggest investor in this film, they must consider his opinion.

Yao Ling's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he looked away.

He saw that the corridor was empty, the quartz floor tiles reflected the inorganic silver light, the top of the wall and the floor were like two rows of teeth, biting them firmly in the middle.

Except for the meeting room, the doors of the other rooms are closed tightly, which look like the black and white keys of a piano. If you knock on those doors with your fingers, maybe it will be the sound of the piano instead of knocking on the door?

......What am I thinking? 110 thought.There is no way, he is a little nervous, and when he is nervous, he tends to think wildly.

110 breathed a sigh of relief and came to his senses, "Even if he has potential, I am not the only one who has the final say on this matter. You can ask everyone for their opinions." After speaking, he took the materials and walked to the conference room.

Song Yunshui looked at his leaving back, and the corner of his mouth curled down in displeasure.

When returning to the conference room for discussion, Song Yunshui still insisted on his own opinion.The screenwriter and producer also thought that Tang Zhizhi's temperament was very close to that of the protagonist, so they agreed to his proposal.Only 110 refused to compromise, but the minority obeyed the majority. In the end, Song Yunshui helped Tang Zhizhi win an audition.

……

It was pitch black outside the window, and the hour hand of the round wall clock pointed to ten, and the minute hand pointed to eighteen.

At this time, there was a woodpecker-like knock on Tang's house, and the landlord shouted from outside: "Open the door, Tang I don't know, open the door, open the door."

"What are you doing?" Qi Wei opened the door.

"Yo, you're here too." The landlord pulled the woolen cap on his head, and turned his gaze to Tang Buzhi who was turning off the computer, "Hey, Tang Bubu, are you busy at night, can you fix the TV for me?"

"It's broken again?" Tang Zhi raised his head.

"It suddenly got stuck at noon, and then I restarted it. When I turned it on, I could only see snowflakes. Hell, can you fix it for me? After it's fixed, I'll treat you to supper."

"what?"

"Dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork."

"Okay." Tang Zhizhi walked downstairs with the landlord.

"Hey, you bought new clothes, and they are quite handsome." The landlord stared at Tang Zhizhi's windbreaker for a while, and commented like this.

Don didn't know and ignored him.

Qi Wei followed them, "I'll help too."

Tang didn't know how to turn his head to look at him, and asked with his lips: "Do you know how to fix TV?"

"No." Qi Wei smiled, and replied with lips: "But I'm hungry."

into the house.

The black squares pressed on the table were indeed glowing with dense gray noise as the landlord said, and the sound of "rustling" sounded like rough quartz rubbing.

Tang Zhizhi walked to the balcony and found that the pot-shaped satellite receiver was covered with snow.He thought helplessly: the receiver is frozen to ice, it's no wonder he can receive the signal.

It took him ten minutes to fix the TV.Then a large plate with blue patterns on a white background was brought to the table, and the landlord said, "Smell it, does it smell good?"

"I'll try it." Qi Wei couldn't wait to move his chopsticks.

"The starving ghost is on you." Tang didn't know, his voice sounded a bit disdainful.

Qi Wei seemed really hungry, especially when he ate three dumplings in one bite, it looked like he hadn't eaten for three days.

The landlord laughed loudly and said, "There's still some in the pot. Eat it slowly. How about it? Is it delicious?"

"It is indeed a skill that has been practiced alone for more than [-] years. In a word, it is excellent."

"Damn it, you're single too." The landlord kicked the boy's bench.

Tang Zhi couldn't help but laugh.

The night is as cool as water, and the wind blows through the sycamore trees outside the window.Remnants of leaves fluttered and fell on the silver-clad streets, and were turned orange by the lights.This light has a clear boundary, as if drawn with a ruler, dividing the street into two worlds, cold and warm.

If Tang Zhizhi hadn't gone bankrupt, he might now be dealing with piles of documents in the office, living a boring life despite having nothing to worry about. In the past, he often felt empty that that was not the life he wanted, but after leaving the company, he There is no real freedom.The high debt and daily life made him feel a little anxious, wondering if he would be miserable forever.

Tang didn't know that he was very obsessed with "fate", so he learned fortune-telling, and later calculated that a noble person could change his future.Although life experience tells Tang that others are unreliable, he still decides to believe in fate.

Now that day has finally come, he couldn't help but think: What changes will happen to his life in the future? It should develop in a good direction, right?

The crescent-shaped dumplings were quickly eaten by the three of them, Qi Wei glanced at the landlord, "Brother Hu, let's have another plate."

"Who do you want to order, and go by yourself."

Qi Wei then went to the kitchen, and soon came back with a plate of steaming dumplings.

The landlord turned on the TV, and there was a blind date show on it. The male guest introduced himself with a smile: Hello everyone, my name is Liu Xuesheng...

They didn't look at it seriously, and the landlord suddenly mentioned Tang Zhizhi's previous resume submission and asked him if he had any plays.

Tang Buzhi shook his head: "Last month, I submitted more than 200 resumes. Guess how many people came to me in the end?"

"Twenty?" said the landlord.

"I guess zero." Qi Wei whispered.

"What?" Tang Zhi didn't understand what he said.

"Nothing, nothing." Qi Wei laughed and said, "You submitted two hundred resumes, and then, how many people are looking for you?"

Tang Zhizhi raised two fingers, "People from two crews called me and asked if I could be an extra. Do the math, divide two by two hundred, there is a one percent possibility." He Sighing, "Although the producer accepted my information this time, he didn't show much interest. I guess it's useless."

However, the next morning Tang didn't know that he received a call from the producer, asking him to go to Hengdian Film and Television City on Chaoyang Avenue to audition at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Tang Buzhi was very surprised and wanted to ask him "Is it true", but in the end he just replied "Yes".

It's only 06:30, but the man lying on the bed has lost all sleepiness.The morning sun passed through the window and cast golden spots on the floor. Tang Zhizhi raised his arms and placed them on his forehead. With this movement, a piece of skin was exposed from the cloth, as white as ceramics, as if he was immune to sunlight.

I finally had my luck.Thinking to himself, Tang Bu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

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