Qin Guan bowed and raised his head. The breeze was blowing his hem, as if there was a Buddha's light coming out of him. He looked like a scholar from head to toe. The faint smell of sandalwood on his clothes floated in the air.
The director and the scriptwriter were shocked, but Nie Jin was the most surprised. He had also come to compete for the role of Bianji.
Ever since he had graduated from university, he had not acted in any decent TV series. The scriptwriter had made some changes to the script so that Bianji would be the main character.
The handsome young man in front of him would be his biggest rival for the film. Director Gong's appreciation for Qin Guan had been genuine. The situation had changed as soon as Qin Guan had appeared.
The director was a little excited. A monk who could force a princess to cheat on her husband and break the Buddhist precepts had to look like Qin Guan. However, he looked at Nie Jin, who was standing behind him awkwardly. Nie Jin was also an excellent student who had graduated from a professional drama school. He had just decided on the role, so it would be inappropriate for him to go back on his word.
The scriptwriter was not tempted by Qin Guan's beauty. He pointed at the adapted script, hoping to remind the director. The director took a look at the script and thought of the young actor who had played the role of Bianji in the previous episodes. He had been an honest and rustic young actor. He turned his head to look at Qin Guan in silence.
Alas, I was born before he was born, and he was already old when I was born. Nothing is more painful than passing each other by. In order to maintain the smoothness of the play, the director had to give up on Qin Guan, who was too handsome for him.
Where could he find a young actor and a young actor who could match Qin Guan's looks?
I can't do that! Even if I killed the assistant director, I wouldn't be able to find a suitable actor. The director could only politely decline the offer. "Go back and wait for further notice."
Nie Jin let out a long sigh of relief after Qin Guan had left. That was terrible! Anyone who wanted to compete with him would have to think twice.
I'm lucky that day. It seems that being handsome is also a kind of luck.
Qin Guan's legend of invincibility was broken for the first time. His outstanding advantages reminded him that his appearance might be invincible in the modeling world, but it was a double-edged sword in the film and TV circle, which was a more complicated industry.
Investors, scriptwriters, directors, actors, any inconspicuous reason could cause you to return in failure. No one could succeed easily, unless you were a pretty face. But in the year 2000, there weren't that many shows, and there weren't that many vase roles for you to choose from.
The rustic big screen in the village limited Qin Guan's acting skills. At that time, all directors wanted to do was win international awards, so they didn't care about beauty.
Because what the foreign media wanted to see now was not the prosperity of China, they wanted to see the real life of the people of China.
It was a pity that many directors had gone astray. Truth did not mean ugliness or mediocrity. Truth also contained the true meaning of beauty and love, but they were abandoned in their shots.
This was not the limitation of Qin Guan's appearance, but the environment. There was still a long way to go. Qin Guan had to keep exploring.
Qin Guan had a lot to learn. His starting point was good, but it was just a beginning.
After thinking about life, Qin Guan composed himself and put on a confident smile again.
Young Assistant Mou handed him a bottle of mineral water. In this early summer that was about to heat up, it was really a happy thing to have someone take care of you attentively. What's a little setback at work?
Qin Guan was ready to go. He stepped on the Cherokee. Go! He set off to the next set.
Qin Guan's second interview was like a child's play. Yang Lianting had only appeared in a few episodes of Zhang Jizhong's costume drama "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer". Big Beard Zhang had the final say in the selection of the role.
Qin Guan actually had a huge advantage, but he didn't know it yet. When Big Beard Zhang opened his mouth in the teahouse, Qin Guan was amused. It was a local accent!
If one didn't specialize in broadcasting, one would still be able to follow the footsteps of the local accent.
Big Beard Zhang and Qin Guan were from the same hometown. Before they even started filming, they had already gotten close to each other. A few words of their hometown brought them closer. Director Zhang had a heroic and unruly character. Being friends with him was a perfect example of being willing to sacrifice oneself for him.
Director Zhang was even more satisfied with Qin Guan. After a few words, Qin Guan was confirmed. Qin Guan was not Ling Huchong, so it would be a waste of his talent to play the role of Yang Lianting.
Director Zhang had originally planned to leave after a cup of tea, but they sat together and chatted for more than half an hour. After a pot of tea, Qin Guan was protected by his fellow countrymen. Sister Xue took advantage of the opportunity to get Director Zhang's private number.
It was a pleasant surprise and a blessing in disguise. One of the two dramas was a success, while the other was a failure. Qin Guan was indeed a lucky boy.
Yang Lianting's scenes would start shooting in July in Zhejiang, which was the summer vacation. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to go back that year. He had to clean up his new house as soon as possible. He hadn't added anything to it yet, so he had to clean it up.
When everything was settled, Qin Guan counted his savings and picked up his girlfriend. They went straight to the IKEA in Madian.
At that time, cars were still a rarity in the capital. It wasn't so congested that one could circle around the Third Ring Road, and the rear of the car was facing the front of the car. IKEA was located on the north side of Madian at that time, and its parking lot could still meet the demand for traffic.
The stylish and simple furniture square satisfied the needs of the small bourgeoisie and white-collar workers.
Qin Guan opened the door of the passenger seat and locked it. Then he took his girlfriend's hand and walked into the IKEA.
What impressed Qin Guan the most was the Western-style fast food in IKEA. As a must-have dessert, he liked the ice cream cone very much.
The thin crispy cone smelled like roasted eggs. It was golden in color and had a crispy texture. As the shop assistant pressed on it, snow-white ice cream with a rich milky aroma was squeezed out of the machine. The ice cream formed the shape of a torch and piled up in layers. Finally, when the machine stopped working, a small tail was left behind, showing off its sweetness to the customers who bought it.
In the warm air, Cong Nianwei bit down on the ice cream with her pink lips, leaving a cute dent on the cone. Qin Guan stared at the ice cream in her hand with burning eyes. She looked embarrassed.
"Do you have one in your hand, or do you prefer vanilla?" Cong Nianwei exchanged her ice cream with Qin Guan's. Maybe he doesn't like chocolate.
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