When the actors took their places, Zhang Yimou shouted "Start". Qin Guan's expression changed instantly.
As he was about to act ferocious, he suddenly remembered Wang Jingcao's reminder to "withdraw".
She had a lot of connections, so she wouldn't have given him such a reminder for no reason.
Qin Guan controlled his muscles and retracted his expression. That way, Qin Guan's face would look more rigid on the screen, but it would be less abrupt.
On the big screen, every slight change in his muscles would be magnified many times. It was different from the intense emotional catharsis in TV series. The actors had to control themselves.
Fortunately, Qin Guan knew how to observe and think. Otherwise, the director would have thought that he was just a superfluous actor. He would have been labeled a bad actor.
On the screen, Qin Guan was embarrassed by Changkong's defeat. He was ready to risk his life. Although he looked immature, it was a wonderful performance for a newcomer, not to mention a minor character like him.
Zhang Yimou didn't stop him. Qin Guan's beard covered some of his flaws, so the whole scene looked perfect. Even Zhang Weiping couldn't help nodding at him. Qin Guan was a promising young man.
If he had such good acting skills and a handsome face, he would have to get in touch with Wang.
Qin Guan leaped high with the help of the force from the back step and slashed his sword towards the sky with great force. However, his opponent's spear was impenetrable, blocking all of Qin Guan's moves.
One wrong step after another, Qin Guan was lifted up by the spear and thrown backward. He fell to the ground with his hair hanging down. He was very depressed.
Unwilling to give up, he tried to stand up, but a spear was pressed against his chest.
The pain of failure, the pain of being subdued and the sorrow of struggling appeared on Qin Guan's face. His performance on the big screen was getting better and better.
Qin Guan had already absorbed and digested the essence of the film with his powerful micro-control ability.
Due to the fairness of the duel, Qin Guan, who was the leader of the seven, retreated gloomily. He could only watch his brothers.
The two-man team was defeated, and the four-man team was defeated as well.
The pride of an expert made these seven people nod at the same time to show respect to their opponents, to show that they were convinced of their defeat.
They returned to Qin Guan's side and formed a line, making way for Changkong to leave the chess hut.
As Changkong quickened his pace, the seven of them watched him leave. However, just as Changkong pushed open the door of the chess hut, a loud shout came from behind him. "Wait!"
Up to this point, the camera was very smooth. Apart from the danger caused by mistakes in the middle, these actions were all shot in one or two shots.
The cameos, who were martial arts directors, were not actors squatting on the side of the road. They spent all their time practicing the moves, except for eating and sleeping.
It was a pity that there were always one or two unsatisfactory parts in a scene. The camera had to change the scene from Changkong's point of view to observe the people and things around him, so that he could find out who the bold man behind him was.
Here came the problem. When the camera switched, it would inevitably sweep over the seven people on the side of the road who were about to retreat, and these seven people would turn their heads at the same time when they heard the voice blocking Changkong.
That was when Li Lianjie shouted "Wait!" for the first time.
It was really slow. The seven of them were a beat slower when the camera swept past them. They did not react or turn their heads. This was equivalent to ignoring the new addition of Li Lianjie.
The second time, three of them turned around, the remaining four didn't ….
Considering the effect of the dubbing, the director had no choice but to use the stupidest method, which was to make the seven people move their heads according to the instructions.
One of the staff members, who could see the camera directly, waved an eye-catching flag from left to right on the sidelines when the camera turned around.
The heads of all the people in front of the director, including Qin Guan, followed the flag. They shook their heads at the same time, just like the audience in a tennis or table tennis match.
Li Lianjie appeared on the scene in black, and the seven people's scenes officially came to an end.
When the director shouted "Stop!", all the people on the scene relaxed.
Several actors quickly withdrew from the venue to make room for the next scene. The seven heroes of the Qin State gathered together.
The martial arts director patted his brothers on the back to encourage them. Although they had no experience in the last scene, they did a good job in the fighting scene.
Zhang Lushan, who had long regarded Qin Guan as one of his own, couldn't help but praise him. "You were born to be a martial artist. With your level, people would fight for you wherever you go."
Sister Xue's face twitched. Martial arts is dangerous and hard. There are only a few famous martial arts stars in China. Qin Guan doesn't want to get involved in that muddy water.
Now that all his scenes were over, he wanted to go to the great director, Zhang Yimou, to show his face and say goodbye.
Thanks to Sister Xue's shameless words, Zhang Yimou, who had a good impression of Qin Guan, wanted to say a few words of encouragement to the handsome boy.
Unfortunately, he just looked up at Qin Guan's face and said, "Not bad, young man."
That was enough. Sister Xue could make good use of it.
Wang Jingcao came over to greet Qin Guan and Sister Xue before they left. She was very interested in the result of the Asian Fashion Man Award.
For this award ceremony, Wang Jingcao had even contacted a few foreign entertainment reporters. A few rich and powerful media companies were going to accompany them for interviews.
Qu Xuemei was in charge of all the details. After Qin Guan and Sister Xue left, Wang Jingcao returned to Chen Daoming's side.
Chen Daoming rarely saw his agent so interested in a newcomer. He asked casually, "I didn't know you were so enthusiastic about a newcomer."
Yes, he was enthusiastic. He had helped Qin Guan and promoted him, but the newcomer didn't rely on anyone.
Wang Jingcao didn't say anything, but she was full of confidence. Qin Guan relied on me. He was my secret weapon. I could make better use of him if he was an outsider.
When he got home, Qin Guan lay on his bed and thought about his upcoming schedule. Although it was a small role, it had been very hard to shoot.
Sister Xue had contacted the organizing committee of Asian Fashion Mister. She would arrange a schedule for him in a few days. If everything went well, he would fly to Tokyo to attend the award ceremony.
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