Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 223 is not about showing favoritism, but about providing an umbrella for young people.
Jiang Yang led Liu Haochun into the side bedroom, carrying a school uniform in his hand.

It was taken off by Tian Xiwei; it was the outfit Tian Xiwei wore during her audition performance.

It was a little too big for Liu Haochun; when she wore it, the cuffs would cover half of her palm.

Jiang Yang chatted with Liu Haochun for a while, teaching her how to immerse herself in the role, and then left.

Liu Haochun closed his eyes, facing the side of the wooden door, and sat on the bench.

The blackout curtains were still drawn, and the room was pitch black.

very quiet.

I don't know how to act next.

Jiang Yang didn't tell him the specific details, only leaving him with one sentence:

"In the following scenario, just be yourself. Express all the things you wanted to say but didn't dare to say to your father, and all the emotions you didn't dare to show. Release the true you from the bottom of your heart."

Following Jiang Yang's instructions, Liu Haochun recalled the moments he spent with his father during his junior high school years.

at the same time.

On the other side of the audition hall, on the film set, the director's monitor showed Wang Jun talking to Xu Xiaou.

Not a moment later.

Wang Jun then stood up and gave his seat to Xu Xiaoou, muttering to himself, "President Xu, this test you set, let alone Jiang Yang, even if it were Teacher Huang Lei, he couldn't do it. No actor's acting skills can improve by leaps and bounds."

"What do you mean I can't do it?" Huang Lei had just finished work and walked over, still in his film set clothes, holding a thermos in his hand.

"Just now, Mr. Xu finished filming on the set next door. He was auditioning three girls from Jiangyang Company. It was the last one, a complete newcomer. The performance task Mr. Xu gave them was..."

Huang Lei listened patiently.

All four emotions need to be expressed simultaneously.

The overall tone of the performance should be somber.

You cannot make eye contact with your co-star, your co-star cannot leave the frame, and you cannot move from one position throughout the entire performance.

Huang Lei initially found it interesting.

As he listened, he understood the situation and smiled, "Mr. Xu, is there some kind of grudge between you and Xiao Jiang? Xiao Jiang isn't a bad person. There might be a misunderstanding. Tell me about it, and maybe I can clear it up."

There is an appreciation and protectiveness towards Jiang Yang, mixed with a desire to cherish the talent of a newcomer in the industry.

Quickly see through Xu Xiaoou's intentions, but remain dignified and don't expose them.

Wang Jun, on the other hand, was more concerned with the filming schedule than with interpersonal relationships.

Remain neutral between Xu Xiaoou and Huang Lei.

"There's no hatred involved," Xu Xiaoou said with a smile.

"Then why are you making things difficult for him? Xiao Jiang is still a child."

Huang Lei rubs the edge of the thermos lid with his thumb:

“I introduced Xiao Jiang to the crew. Not only is the pay low, but the performance efficiency is high. The savings in manpower, equipment, and overtime pay add up to over a million yuan. Where can you find such a good actor? He has a good personality and is not arrogant towards the staff. I can’t stand you making things difficult for him. Xiao Jiang will also apply to Beijing Film Academy to become my student in the future.”

"I'm not trying to make things difficult for Jiang Yang. I believe he has the ability."

After saying that, Xu Xiaoou subconsciously licked her lower lip.

Physiological reactions to lying.

"is it?"

Huang Lei harbored doubts.

I've collaborated with Xu Xiaoou several times; she's a producer who really values ​​talent.

They definitely have tempers, but most of the arguments are at work; they don't bring their personal emotions into their work.

"Mr. Xu, were Liu Haochun's previous performances recorded?"

"Yes, they were filming the whole time."

After watching Liu Haochun's first performance.

It's obvious they're newcomers performing for the first time.

Huang Lei sat in a folding chair, took a sip of water, pursed his lips, and frowned deeply. He said, "How about this, Mr. Xu, let me host a meal for you and Xiao Jiang sometime, so we can resolve your conflict."

"I really have no conflict with Jiang Yang, I'm not lying to you."

"Believe you? I'd rather believe that Qin Shi Huang can be resurrected." Huang Lei suddenly blurted out this sentence.

Jiang Yang had said this to him when they chatted.

It sounds quite catchy.

He opened his mouth and said it.

He continued, "To be honest, I don't believe that Xiao Jiang can train a new actor to meet your test requirements in 40 minutes."

“I believe Jiang Yang can do it,” Xu Xiaoou said seriously. “Why?”

"Teacher Huang, take another look at this."

Xu Xiaoou pulled up the audition footage of Yang Chaoyue and Tian Xiwei.

It was exported from the built-in memory card and played on the monitor.

Since the footage was captured recently, there has been no post-processing.

So there was no color correction or filter.

Even the sound recordings were done live, making it incredibly authentic.

The main focus is on the performance segments of Yang Chaoyue and Tian Xiwei, including their first performance and their second performance after being trained by Jiang Yang.

Xu Xiaoou also clearly explained the test questions he gave to Yang Chaoyue and Tian Xiwei.

When Huang Lei first saw Yang Chaoyue's clumsy acting, he laughed a few times and wanted to tease Wang Jun.

Watch and watch.

No more joking around.

The smile on his face faded.

After reading.

Huang Lei sat in his chair with a solemn expression. After a while, he muttered, "I may be getting old. This generation of young people is much more talented than I was when I was young."

The last syllable of his voice trailed off, carrying a hint of self-deprecating bitterness.

He suddenly realized: "You want Xiao Jiang to go to your next group as a performance coach?"

"Yes."

"Hahaha, taking advantage of Xiao Jiang's lack of fame to lower the price, how come you're thinking the same thing as me?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly after noticing Xu Xiaoou's intention.

The subtle feeling of seeing through things but not saying it out loud.

He has the shrewdness of a businessman.

They tested Jiang Yang's worth by making things difficult for him, but maintained a facade of impartiality.

There was also an eagerness to cherish talent.

Their trust in Jiang Yang's abilities bordered on obsession.

Sometimes, those who cherish talent are the most ruthless; they use intense fire to test true gold.

Done.

The two laughed.

No more arguing.

"By the way, where's Xiao Jiang? He was supposed to take the entrance exam for Beijing Film Academy. The exams have already started, and I even acted as his proctor to wait for him. Why did he go to Beijing Dance Academy instead?"

"Jiang Yang just came out and asked me for a favor. He's not here right now; he took a walkie-talkie upstairs," Xu Xiaou replied.

"What favor do you need?"

"He wants to clear the entire set, including the neighboring film set, and he'll have to pay all the overtime and lost work expenses himself."

"No need, I'll pay for Xiao Jiang." Huang Lei laughed. "My salary is much higher than his. It's nothing for me to pay for my future student. I'm just being protective. I also want to see what kind of miracle Xiao Jiang can bring us."

The phrase "protecting one's own" isn't about showing favoritism; it's about providing support and protection for young people.

“Okay, anyway, there’s no more filming on the set next door, and it’ll be cleared out eventually anyway,” Wang Jun replied.

He called over the instructors from each group and said a few words.

The production manager immediately blew three short whistles: "Attention all production staff, clear the living room of the adjacent film set within 10 minutes!"

Xu Xiaoou pulled out a walkie-talkie: "Is the props team in place? The camera crew, remove the tracks first."

Not a moment later.

The click of the folding trolley unfolding and the muffled thud of metal wheels rolling over the wooden floor were clearly audible.

The stagehands rushed into the adjacent audition hall.

First, they worked together to lift the sofa.

As the sofa leg scraped the floor and hit the door frame, someone yelled, "Damn, watch where you're going!"

Yang Chaoyue went to the prop room to find the props that Jiang Yang had instructed him to use.

Tian Xiwei wasn't idle; she was moving a coffee table when Huang Lei called her out, "Xiwei, don't do this."

(End of this chapter)