Back then, the forum was reserved. Don't expect me to have babies with you. However, the cohesiveness of the fans was limitless.
Less than two hours after the broadcast, Qin Guan had become the most handsome man in the gossip section. Some even dug up the report of Qin Guan winning the New Face Competition. In the end, everyone focused on New Silk Road.
The next day, the operator of New Silk Road was so tired that he almost vomited blood. A group of crazy fans was calling the company to ask about a model named Qin Guan.
When the director of the Marketing Department heard the news, he felt like his head was about to explode. They were not an entertainment company. Do you really need that many fans calling? They had to set up a special line for Qin Guan.
Qin Guan was really popular. In the modeling circle, his popularity was enough to make him jump up a level. Many first-line brands were willing to let a small star with good qualifications participate in their brand promotion.
The director beat his chest and stamped his feet in frustration. Why didn't I insist on the last opportunity? I had wasted the best opportunity. It would be even more difficult for me to sign Qin Guan now.
Qin Guan's phone kept ringing from his familiar friends. Sister Xue was also having a headache.
Ever since the broadcast, her phone had been ringing non-stop. There were endorsements, magazine shoots, interviews, and TV scripts.
She was both happy and sad. There was a big difference between a film and TV agent and a model agent. She had to be in charge of Qin Guan's promotion and take roles according to his characteristics. When necessary, she had to fight for opportunities for him in the circle.
Sometimes, Sister Xue really wanted to be a professional model agent like Qin Guan had said. If he could be successful in the film and TV industry, Qin Guan's career in China would be smoother. He wouldn't have to struggle with so many models.
As long as he became popular, all the famous domestic stars would take the initiative to approach him. Sister Xue came back to her senses. She had to check which scripts she had been notified about.
The year 2000 had been an era of rapid development. The domestic TV industry had been thriving. Many classic TV series had been shot that year.
"Kangxi Dynasty", "Big Mansion"
Of course, Qin Guan didn't even think about it. He might have been lucky once, but that didn't mean he would be lucky every time. No script had been as classic as this one.
There were some good ones though, such as "Romance of the Tang Dynasty", which was set in the Tang Dynasty, and "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" by Zhang Jizhong. As for "East and West Adventure" and "The Royal Baby", even Sister Xue couldn't bear to watch them.
Looking at the stack of scripts in front of him, Qin Guan was impressed by Sister Xue's ability. In such a short time, she had managed to establish a good relationship with the people at the Capital Film and Television Base. Getting an audition was a rare opportunity for most small-time actors, regardless of the result of the audition.
Qin Guan was quite ambitious. He was eager to see the two dramas, which were still being replayed on CCTV more than a decade later. It was a pity that Sister Xue was not that kind of person. She had to settle for a summer vacation, which wouldn't take up too much of her time.
Love History of the Great Tang, Bian Ji … Why is he another male pet, and a monk at that? Qin Guan was speechless. However, when he saw Yang Lianting in "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", his indignation faded away.
Sister, why are all my auditions for such roles? I don't have any complaints about supporting roles, even if it's just one line. But why are there no positive roles in the whole story? Why are they all male pets?
One is a princess, and the other is the president of the martial arts circle. I can't accept it!
Sister Xue ignored Qin Guan's complaints. She told him to do his homework. It seemed that he would have to shoot a lot of costume scenes in the future. If he had nothing to do, he could go to Teacher Rong's place to study.
Fayuan Temple, the oldest temple in the capital, was also in the city. It would be good for him to feel the influence of Buddhism there.
Qin Guan was a man of action. Before he left, he promised Sister Xue that he had already found a martial arts master. She didn't need to worry about him.
Sister Xue was really worried about Qin Guan. The martial arts director's movements were different from China's national martial arts. One focused on the extreme form, while the other focused on the real. Anyway, there was no harm in learning some martial arts. It would be easier for him to learn from a martial arts director.
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Qin Guan went straight to the Fayuan Temple after saying that he was going to inspect his daily life.
Located at the south end of the Jiaozi Alley outside the Xuanwumen Gate of the capital, the Fayuan Temple had been built in the 19th year of the Zhenguan reign of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. In 1965, the China Buddhist College had been established in the temple.
Inside the temple, there was no Lama Temple that was filled with incense. Instead, there was the simplicity of an ancient temple, with red walls, green tiles, and lush greenery.
The stone incense burner in the square was surrounded by green smoke all year round. Several wintersweet branches were inserted in the square, adding a trace of nobility to the temple in winter.
The students of the Institute of Buddhist Studies, dressed in khaki robes, were attending their morning classes in an orderly manner. Occasionally, pilgrims got up early, but they didn't disturb them. They just lit the first incense stick of the day on the square.
This year, after the publication of the famous Taiwanese writer Li Ao's "Capital Fayuan Temple", it was widely circulated both at home and abroad, which made this quiet temple in the busy city famous, attracting countless Buddhist believers and tourists who wanted to explore the past.
Qin Guan was not looking for the Heavenly King Hall or the other noisy halls where the believers went. He was looking for the guest hall of the temple, which was used to receive guests and believers. Judging by the exquisite corridor, Qin Guan guessed that the guest hall had been prepared for people of high status.
As Qin Guan was hesitating, a young acolyte in a cyan frock came up to him and saluted him. "What can I do for you, sir?"
"I'm looking for some beginner-level Buddhist scriptures. It would be better if you could find some."
The young acolyte smiled and led Qin Guan to a shed on the side. He pointed at the scriptures scattered on the shelf and said, "These are the books that believers bring to the charity sale. If you like them, you can buy them at the marked price and put the money in the donation box next to them."
It was a big temple after all. It saved him a lot of trouble, so he bowed to the young acolyte and went to the bookstore to buy some books.
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