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Chapter 419

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There were only 3,000 seats in the venue of the award ceremony, and there were close to 6,000 people attending the ceremony each time. Only those who had truly received an invitation card could enter the venue of the award ceremony.

As for the invitation letter information, we had already submitted it during the previous promotion meeting. According to the regulations, there are at most two to three invitation letters. After some discussion, we decided to send you and Mr. Second Zhang to attend the event.

You have to thank Producer Zhang Weining for his support. He's the biggest contributor to fighting for this opportunity for you.

Qin Guan was grateful, but then he realized that he was just a guest on the red carpet. There were so many days left before the opening ceremony, so he couldn't help with anything else.

He might as well take the opportunity to visit the largest film base in the United States and experience the atmosphere of the top films in the world.

Thanks to the Oscars, Los Angeles seemed to have been injected with stimulants. A large number of companies and investors were pouring into the city. The film companies wouldn't give up such a perfect opportunity.

In the towns with a large number of film companies in Los Angeles, simple sheds had been set up. Temporary auditions for actors were held there.

Qin Guan was like a shark smelling blood. He was excited.

Sister Xue, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, looked at the troublesome boy warily. "What are you going to do?"

"I'll go and have a look. I'll just go and have a look." Before his voice had died away, not even a corner of his clothes could be found in the carriage.

The boy ran fast through the parking lot and disappeared into the crowd of extras in the blink of an eye. Qin Guan had been bored by the cocktail parties and meet-and-greet parties, so he wanted to earn some pocket money for himself.

What a money-grubber!

Sister Xue was talking to herself as she parked the car in the parking lot. Suddenly, she saw Qin Guan among the extras waiting in line for an interview.

There weren't many Asian faces in the group, and he was an outstanding individual.

In fact, the most important thing was that he directly went to a shed with the least number of interviewees. After staying there for less than two minutes, he came out with a thin piece of paper.

Needless to say, this was definitely a chance for him to be an extra. Deducting the time he spent filling in his personal information, the interviewer would definitely not spend more than a minute talking to him. How bad must the role be for him to be so perfunctory?

When Sister Xue entered the shed in confusion, she realized what Qin Guan had done.

This was a D-level investment film, which was the kind of low-budget film produced by a small company. Its rating could be seen from its title, "Bloody Journey".

It had to be an NR-17 film. Only adults were allowed to watch it.

As for the extras, they would definitely die. Qin Guan would probably end up as a corpse on the cold iron bed.

While Sister Xue was reading the script, Qin Guan rushed over to her excitedly.

"Sister Xue, it's so easy to shoot a film in Los Angeles.

"Look, I passed another movie interview in less than ten minutes."

Sister Xue rolled her eyes at him and said helplessly, "Tell me, who did you find this time? Zombies? Monsters? Zombies? "

Qin Guan grinned and waved the paper in his hand proudly. "I want to try more American films. I want to see the difference between films with different levels of investment."

"You don't say. It's a B-grade film with a budget of tens of millions. I even have a supporting role in it …"

"Wow!"

Sister Xue was shocked. In Los Angeles, there were only indie films and cartoons, so A-level films were out of the question for Asians. Qin Guan had found a B-level film by himself. What a lucky star!

"It's this one. It's said that Dwayne Johnson will be the lead actor."

Sister Xue took the notice from Qin Guan. On it was written "Awing the World", the time and place of the shooting, the things to be prepared and the remuneration for the actors.

Did he just run into some dog sh * t luck again? It's not easy for him to find a job in Los Angeles.

While Sister Xue was still shocked by the news, Qin Guan was about to go up the mountain with the staff of "Bloody Journey", who were dismantling the plastic tent.

Their studio was located halfway up the mountain. There were many large warehouses there. Extras like Qin Guan would be able to start filming as soon as they entered the studio.

No wonder the United States was the country with the largest film production. When Qin Guan and Sister Xue arrived, they found that the crew was even worse than that of the mainland.

A lonely camera and a few employees who looked like wandering ghosts seemed so desolate in the huge base.

Before Sister Xue could regret her decision, a man who looked like a director shouted, "Put on makeup! Put on makeup! New extras, go to the dressing room and follow the instructions of the makeup team!"

Sister Xue had no time to think about it. She followed the crew's car to the set. She watched helplessly as Qin Guan was dragged into a dressing room made of plastic.

When he entered the dressing room, he found that it was completely different from a traditional dressing room for a movie. It was more like a mechanical designer's workshop, with all kinds of dyes and tools in it.

Sitting in the middle of the room was a burly man with hair everywhere except for his eyes. He was wearing overalls and was carefully smearing a bucket of blood-like liquid on one of the extras with a solemn expression.

"Next!" The burly man patted the boy under his hand, indicating that he could leave. Qin Guan walked up to the burly man as the boy beckoned him.

He picked up a small notebook on the table and read it. "The second scene: A man and his fingers." Then he looked Qin Guan up and down.

"Do you see the iron operating table over there?"

Qin Guan nodded at the big iron plate, which shone with a cold light.

"Change into the white shorts over there. If you don't want to dirty your expensive polo shirt, I suggest you wrap it in plastic and give it to someone else."

Qin Guan was very obedient. It seemed that the role he was going to play was an important one. When he took off all his clothes in the dressing room, the big man stroked his chin with interest.

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