Chapter 13
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Zhou Yuhe was lying when he said that he had watched "Intelligence" three times.
In fact, he had watched "Intelligence 2" dozens of times.
Ji Chen was less than 30 years old. He had entered the I.S. board of directors when he was at the peak of his popularity. After that, he had not acted in any movies or television dramas.
All traces of him on the screen had been carefully collected by Zhou Yuhe. His every move, every frown, and every smile were all to comfort him when he couldn't see him due to his busy schedule.
"Intelligence" was the work he had seen the most.
It was not only because Ji Chen's acting skills were outstanding, but also because this was a good film.
To other actors, "Intelligence", which had many characters and a complicated plot, was a difficult bone to chew. However, Zhou Yuhe's understanding of "Intelligence" was deep. As long as he shouted "cut", he could immediately play any role perfectly, including DuBian Yilang.
So why was he nervous?
He could not explain why he was nervous.
Perhaps it was because of Ji Chen.
He could not imagine that he would have the chance to act with this person again after more than ten years.
Actually, from the way Ji Chen had said "poor acting skills" before he died, he knew that Ji Chen had always looked down on his acting skills.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. When they first met, it was indeed Zhou Yuhe's acting skills that attracted the playboy's attention. Otherwise, he wouldn't have pursued Zhou Yuhe so passionately, despite being surrounded by beauties.
But what happened later?
It was unclear if it was because Ji Chen's career was getting bigger and bigger that Zhou Yuhe took on more and more commercial films, or if it was because Zhou Yuhe took on more and more commercial films that Ji Chen's career was getting bigger and bigger. In short, as time passed, he became the "poor acting skills" that Ji Chen had mentioned.
Zhou Yuhe was indignant, but there was nothing he could do.
Just because he liked it, it did not mean that he could compare.
Even during the Best Newcomer Award, his acting skills could not compare to Ji Chen's.
That year, he had won the Best Newcomer Award, but Ji Chen had won the Best Actor Award. He was fully qualified and capable of criticizing or judging his acting skills.
Even if his acting skills had reached perfection 15 years later, Ji Chen would have become the true emperor of the entertainment industry and a business tycoon. The word 'acting' had no place in his heart at all.
And now …
His fingertips were trembling slightly, and his heart was restless.
Rather than nervousness, it was more like excitement.
*****
Everything was in place.
Everyone had the mentality of trying to remedy the situation, and the tense atmosphere from before was gone. After all, it was an audition, and it was an audition for a stunt double. It was really not exciting.
In addition, there was a precedent. Yan Yingyi, who had so many fans, had been suppressed by Ji Chen. Now, what could this unknown actress do? It was already good enough that she was able to successfully recite her lines and her figure did not collapse during the retake.
However, just as the director shouted "Action!"
Something seemed to have changed on set.
Atmosphere? Feeling? No one could tell what it was, nor did they know where it came from. At this moment, everyone tacitly stopped talking and began to look around. In the end, they realized that this atmosphere was coming from the director's circle.
To be precise, it was coming from the camera monitor surrounded by the directors.
That young man was different.
The young man, who originally looked a little absent-minded and obviously nervous, seemed to have his five senses integrated with his consciousness the moment he started shooting. He instantly found the feeling of acting.
His relaxed sitting posture became upright, and his gentle and quiet eyes became deep and cold. It was like a black pearl immersed in the cold lake of the highest heavens, exuding a deep and treacherous aura.
His meticulous black hair was buttoned all the way to the top. His military uniform did not have a single wrinkle. His leather military gloves were buttoned all the way to the top. His exquisite pocket watch was intricately made … Coupled with his upright, ascetic, and pale face, he was simply perfect and cold like a sculpture.
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