A few veteran artists in the second row were also in discussion. Their focus was always on professional techniques.
"I have seen a historical video of 'Fang Zhao.' This leader actually has his own unique characteristics. Others might not be able to detect it, but we can tell just by listening."
When many people spoke, they would often emphasize their words. Sometimes there was only one, sometimes there were several, and sometimes there would be pauses to express emphasis. And in that historical video, when many leaders were present at the meeting, Fang Zhao's speech was not long, but he had his own style of speaking, including pauses and emphasis. This was the typical style of "Fang Zhao."
When the previous six candidates had performed, they had also followed this style. Clearly, these people had seen some real historical video material and had indeed put in a lot of effort to study it. But in the end, they were still lacking a little. They could not replicate it completely. They could only simulate it roughly.
"Actually, their performances are very good. It is indeed hard to decide." They admired these young actors' professionalism and dedication to research.
"If they were given more time, they would surely do even better and be more similar to the real person in history."
"It doesn't have to be exactly the same. Art has always needed to be refined."
"It's number seven now. This one... I have to take a good look."
Roman stood in a corner, observing the expressions of the crowd.
Candidate number seven's audition photo appeared on the screen. Following that was number seven's first audition video.
It was the same scene and the same lines as the previous six candidates.
Sitting in the first row of the 100-person team area was an old man with a head full of silver hair. His relaxed eyelids were slightly drooping, and his casual sitting posture seemed a little indifferent. But the moment candidate number seven opened his mouth, his eyelids trembled. Then he straightened his body, widened his eyes slightly, and stared straight at the screen.
As a veteran artist who had won countless awards, including the highest award in the art field, the Milky Way World Awards, this old man had the right to sit in the first row.
Professionals would carefully analyze every easily overlooked detail of the actors, magnify those details, and then study, scrutinize, and evaluate them. This old man was no exception. The moment candidate number seven opened his mouth, he could tell that there was something different about him compared to the previous six candidates.
There were quite a few professionals present, and there were naturally some who could tell the difference.
Yes, the same lines, the same scene, the same rhythm, the same pauses, stress, and drag were all the same, but the amazing thing was that they could actually find a sense of rhythm in such a passage!
It was a casual, unique rhythm that didn't have many traces of deliberate embellishment!
That kind of casualness seemed to have completely integrated into the character!
This was the difference between him and the previous six candidates!
Even those who were not proficient in this field could not explain it, but they could not help but listen to every word.
Some of the people present were annoyed. Another strong competitor!
What was more troublesome was that they couldn't recognize who this Number Seven was!
They always felt that he looked familiar, but they couldn't put a finger on him. This made many people go crazy.
He looked at the others around him and asked with his eyes: Do you recognize me?
But all he got in reply was a doubtful shake of the head.
"I'm sure I've never seen him act before!" a Huangzhou Institute of Art special-grade teacher said.
For them, every performer had their own unique performance marks. No matter what they were playing, their acting skills, their lines, and other details that were hard to detect were all unique marks. But now, they couldn't find an actor that matched the characteristics of Number Seven!
"Where on earth did Roman find this person?"
Those who were close to Director Nova Roman searched their brains for all the famous actors in the world, but none of them matched!
Looking at the other big shots in the industry, they all had puzzled looks on their faces. Clearly, those people were the same. They couldn't recognize him.
"That shouldn't be the case. If he looks familiar, he must be someone we know."
But when they searched the TV series and movies they had seen, they still couldn't match him!
"This is strange!"
Just based on the lines, he could be distinguished from the previous six. Many people looked at the performance of Number Seven on the screen and analyzed it seriously.
In summary, Number Seven was indeed very close to the character in "Founding Era." It couldn't be said that he was exactly the same as in historical photos, but the first impression he gave people was extremely similar.
"With such skills, could it be that he's a retired senior coming over to join in the fun?" someone guessed.
If he was a retired senior, his acting skills definitely wouldn't be a problem, but would his body be able to last until filming the entire series? Would he be able to withstand the intensity of filming and keep up with the progress? Would Roman dare to use it?
Some people caught a glimpse of Roman's smirk, and their hearts skipped a beat.
There's a problem!
There's definitely a problem with this Number Seven!!
They had worked with Roman for so many years and understood him all too well. As soon as they saw Roman's smile, they knew this matter wasn't simple!
How could Roman … How could he dare to stir up trouble in a project like "Founding Era?"
Let's see how he cleans up the mess later!
On the screen, the video continued.
Just like the performances of the previous candidates, at the end of the long line, Fang Zhao stood up. The aura of a person who had fought his way through the decades during the Period of Destruction burst forth.
Number Seven's reaction was not as intense as the previous candidates. At first glance, he looked very calm, and his words were short. However, the determination and murderous intent contained in his words were stronger than any of the previous candidates when they reached his ears!
This was a very peculiar feeling.
This was especially true for the people in the third row who came from various military regions. Even though it was just a video, when they looked at the face on the screen that wasn't ferocious at all, the moment that pair of calm eyes swept over them, they felt as if they saw something terrifying. Their nerves, which had been honed through countless missions, suddenly tensed up!
After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and exhaled.
"What a strong killing intent!"
An old artist in the front was curious. "Killing intent? This is killing intent? "
His feelings weren't that deep. It had to do with the environment he lived in. All he felt was a sudden chill on his back. It was a very strange feeling. At that moment, he couldn't help but avert his gaze.
"I'll use the star on my shoulder to bet! This fellow definitely has blood on his back! " Originally, he wanted to say that this fellow definitely had blood on his back, but considering the occasion, he changed his words. However, the meaning he wanted to express was understood by everyone else.
"Not necessarily. Maybe he's someone from the military arts academy. I heard that the people from the military academies have been training very hard these past few years to be able to train to this level. After all, military-style management is different from other art academies."
"To train to this level, what kind of training would he have to put in?"
"Hey, Old Tan, aren't you in charge of the military arts academy? Is this someone from your academy? He's really well-hidden! "
Professor Tan had a blank look on his face. "Ah? Who are you talking about? I don't know this person! "
"Hahaha, don't deny it. I know you don't like to canvass for votes. Our voting is absolutely fair. It's not considered canvassing. This actor's acting is really good."
Professor Tan panicked. "I really don't know this actor number 7! I did recommend people for the role of Fang Zhao, but they were all rejected by Roman. He said they weren't artistic enough. What does a leader from the Period of Destruction need? "
Mentioning this made Professor Tan angry.
He was 30% artistic and 70% hot-blooded. He was so depressed by Roman's harsh requirements that he wanted to vomit blood.
When it came to the fighting scenes, his movements were clean, fast, and accurate. Every punch landed on flesh. It was very realistic and couldn't be faked.
This was real ability!
Hard work!
"Who is this? Who is number 7? "an old man in a military uniform finally couldn't help but ask.
"Hey, Old Charlie, who was that?" someone who didn't understand the entertainment industry asked someone in front who was more knowledgeable.
"I can't tell."
"Don't you know these actors very well? As the person in charge of approval, you should know these actors very well. How could you not recognize him? "
"It's probably because of … the makeup."
"Is that so?" Doubtful.
The makeup wasn't exactly the same. There were more or less traces of the actors. It wasn't that the makeup techniques couldn't be the same as in the historical missions, but in this project, they weren't allowed to make up exactly the same!
Even if they looked exactly the same, there had to be differences. This was an internal rule and a requirement of the descendants of the founding heroes of each continent. Humans were contradictory. They wanted to be similar, but they didn't want to see an exact substitute.
Many people felt that number 7 looked familiar. With this kind of acting and being placed in the final round of screening, it was enough to prove that number 7 had the ability. Based on conventional thinking, everyone thought that this person's status in the industry was definitely higher.
This also made more people guess that he was a veteran of the showbiz industry.
One scene might not mean much, but after three scenes …
The members of the Committee of 100 were depressed. They didn't know what to say. They didn't feel that anything was wrong, but they just couldn't recognize him!
A figure flashed across some people's minds, but they felt that it was ridiculous and impossible. They put it aside and continued guessing who number 7 was.
The commotion caused by number 7 wasn't small. Everyone couldn't match his number, but they wouldn't waste too much time because of this. After that, the audition videos of number 8 and 9 candidates were played one after another.
After the audition videos of the nine candidates were played, Roman walked up to the stage again. The smile on his face was a little meaningful, but it was also a little tense and stiff.
"This is the performance of the nine candidates. We will now begin the voting. You have 10 minutes. Everyone, please get ready."
Discussions broke out in the venue once again. The members of the Committee of 100 who had the right to vote were canvassing for votes, discussing, and contemplating.
After 10 minutes.
Roman suppressed the nervousness in his heart. "We will now announce the voting results. This result will decide who will play the role of Fang Zhao in the end. Please look at the big screen! "
On the screen in front, a statistical table appeared, showing the votes of the nine candidates in descending order.
Number 7: 21 votes
Number 9: 15 votes
Number 1: 12 votes
Number 2: 10 votes
...
Number 1 had six more votes than number 2.
Number 7 was also the only one with more than 20 votes. Compared to the total number of votes, it wasn't considered much, but it could be said to be an absolute advantage. To be able to obtain more than 20 votes under such intense circumstances was rather rare.
Looking at the voting results, the faces of those present were a myriad of colors. Some were ashen and gloomy. Some were flushed, but it wasn't clear whether it was from anger or excitement. There were also some who were pale and disappointed. Of course, there were also those who were calm, but it was unknown whether they were really calm or just pretending.
Roman looked at the voting results on the screen and felt his heart race. His blood temperature soar, and he could no longer suppress the smile on his face. He wanted nothing more than to laugh out loud, but he had to maintain his composure as an executive director and continue presiding over the meeting.
"Would the Committee of 100 please verify the voting results again?" Roman tried to control his wildly beating heart.
This was a necessary procedure. It was to let the Committee of 100 check if their votes had been stolen from someone else.
After the Committee of 100 completed their verification, the vote counting system verified that there were no mistakes.
Roman once again flashed a meaningful smile. His face was filled with unconcealable glee. "In that case, the role of 'Fang Zhao' will be played by candidate number 7!"
As he spoke, Roman made a hand gesture. On the screen, there were nine candidates and nine makeup shots. Just like at the start, they were arranged in three rows. But the next moment, the photos flipped, and what appeared was the image of each candidate. At the same time, the information of the nine candidates, such as name, age, and so on, appeared.
Other than number 7, the youngest of the eight candidates was 59 years old, and the oldest was 81 years old. However, in the New Era, they were considered middle-aged.
Only number 7 was an exception.
Among the group of middle-aged men and women, that overly young face was especially eye-catching.
Candidate number 7's photo was a half-length shot in military uniform, like a military ID photo. The actor's information was displayed: Fang Zhao, Yanzhou native, 25 years old.
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