From collapsed house idol to entertainment superstar

It was already close to two o'clock in the afternoon. At noon, Ding Zhi followed Xiaopang out to fill his stomach, and then continued to the hotel to wait.

Waiting until later, the fat guys next to him began to murmur to Ding Zhi dissatisfiedly, thinking that Ding Zhi was still an idol star after all, so why was he just like those little-known sidekicks in the corridor, being ignored casually.

On the contrary, Ding Zhi was surprisingly patient at this time and did not show any dissatisfaction due to the boring wait.

It's not that he loves performing so much, or how much he cherishes this opportunity.

It's just that in his previous life, Brother Zhi was famous for his spitting and nailing, saying that if he made the Yan family rich, he would make the Yan family rich.

Although I have now washed my hands in the golden basin of a new life, there is no need to throw away my good character.

When he came here two days ago, he vaguely accepted the audition. Although he felt that he didn't know how to do it, but no matter what, he had to handle it well if it was accepted.

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As for what will happen when he goes in for the audition later, whether it can be done well, and whether it will be messed up, he doesn't think so much about it and just try his best.

After all, our brother Zhi has given up on this attitude. If the audition fails due to ability issues, no one will dare to say anything.

Now it's not like I'm being made difficult by anyone. There are just too many people and I have to queue up. What a big deal.

When Brother Zhi was still working as a gangster, he had to wait in line when he went to the hospital to register.

Ding Zhi couldn't help but glance at the chubby guy next to him. He had objections to standing in line, but he still wanted to jump in line?

Tsk, not even as good as me, despicable!

Thinking of this, his chest puffed out slightly, and a sense of moral superiority arose spontaneously.

"No. 250! Mr. Ding Zhi!"

After waiting for a while, it was finally his turn. Ding Zhi, who felt that he was worth +1 as a good person, stood up and walked into the room with great pride.

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When they first saw Ding Zhi, the casting director and producer representatives frowned.

Don't blame them for judging people by their appearance. It's not an audition now, so it's understandable that Ding Zhi came to the interview in casual clothes, but what are you doing with your flowing hair?

Ours is a military film, and we are not asking you to audition for an idol drama. From the perspective of several people present, this is a matter of attitude.

Combined with the resume on hand, I can see that the person who debuted as a milk seller and cast member is worse than the ones who debuted in school idol dramas just now. How many of them are at least well-educated?

It's just that they all knew more or less that the Ding Zhi in front of them got the opportunity to audition through the favor of Director Guan. Now that the main character didn't say anything, even if they had disdain, they didn't show it, and even showed it.

Very kind-hearted.

Ding Zhi sat calmly on the chair in front of the judges' table. With just one glance, he recognized that the thin, unshaven middle-aged man present was the real boss of the other group.

After all, to shoot a man first, shoot a horse, and to capture a thief first, capture the king. Being able to tell at a glance who is the real boss among a group of people is considered a basic quality.

He glanced at the nameplate placed in front of the skinny middle-aged man, Guan Hu.

It seems that Liang Qiong told him on the phone that the director of this drama seems to have this name.

That's right, the boss of the other party is this one!

Ding Zhi subconsciously wanted to start a king-versus-wang attitude, but when he was about to cross his legs, he seemed to have thought of something again, and immediately stopped, and put his legs down obediently without leaving a trace, and then stared at the big

With his eyes, he pretended to be harmless and stared at the people opposite him.

"Ding Zhi, right?"

Guan Hu opened the actor profile in his hand and found the page about Ding Zhi's experience. He came from the idol talent show stage. In the past two years, he has acted in several small-production TV series that Guan Hu had never heard of, or in campus online dramas.

To be honest, he had never heard of this person before, and Guan Hu, who was always very knowledgeable, had always been dismissive of the traffic that had risen in the past two years.

But Ding Zhi was greeted by Yang Fu.

Yang Fu is one of the few young actresses in China who has good acting skills and high national popularity.

The most important thing is that she was born in a courtyard.

A few years ago, when Beijing was still very popular, if she had a good family background and a good acting career, then she could be called a princess of Beijing.

Moreover, the other party has also collaborated with Guan Hu in several dramas, and they are quite familiar with each other, so the most basic respect has to be given.

Although what Yang Fu told him at the time was to see if Ding Zhi's play was successful or not, as long as she could do it, she would be kicked out if she didn't, and there was no need to give her face, but at this time Guan Hu still sat up straight and had no intention of doing anything perfunctory.

First see how good the opponent is.

"Introduce yourself"

The casting director next to me took the initiative to speak up.

"I'm Ding Zhi, from Guangfu, southern Guangdong..."

Ding Zhi subconsciously began to memorize the information he had just memorized two days ago.

"Hey! Let's not deal with the false ones. We already have your information on the desktop. Can you act ugly?"

Guan Hu knocked on the table, interrupting Ding Zhi's self-introduction like reciting a text, and stared at Ding Zhi's face, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"able!"

Ding Zhi was a little confused, but he answered readily.

He didn't realize how handsome he was, looking a bit girly at this moment.

The casting director on the side was a little confused. Previously, the director said that casting should be based on good performance, and all those who rely on relationships must be put aside. What are you doing now?

Guan Hu looked down with interest at the refined picture of Ding Zhi with the actor's profile in his hand, and then looked up at the real person in front of him.

"Then can you play a gangster?"

Guan Hu asked again.

Ding Zhi felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but squint, glowing dangerously, staring straight at the skinny middle-aged man opposite.

Could this person have seen something?

Impossible!

No one around him noticed it, so what could he tell after meeting him once?

While Ding Zhi was puzzled, the people sitting opposite him had another feeling.

When Ding Zhi narrowed his narrow red phoenix eyes and glanced at them expressionlessly, an inexplicable chill rose from his back. Some timid ones even had goosebumps all over their bodies, and they couldn't even breathe.

The voice became much softer.

The aura is a very mysterious thing. Without actually facing Ding Zhi at this moment, I can't describe the excitement that makes the hairs stand on end when making contact with that kind of oppressive eyes.

Guan Hu, who was the first to bear the brunt, behaved quite calmly and stretched out his hand to knock on the table.

"You can be more restrained. What I want is the feeling of a reckless and impulsive little gangster."

Oh, it turns out you really asked me to act!

Only then did Ding Zhi suddenly realize, he stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, "I told you earlier, I thought I was exposed."

No, I haven't started acting just now. What does he mean by this?

Thinking about Guan Hu's request, Ding Zhi adjusted his sitting posture, bending one leg and putting the other hand on his knee. His whole body looked loose, but his back was leaning on the backrest, straight.

Ding Zhi took out a nail clipper from his trouser pocket and silently picked at the cracks between his nails. He occasionally raised his head and glanced at the stage. His eyes were fierce and disdainful, but also a little alienated.

If Ding Zhi's eyes looked like a hungry tiger just now, now he looks more like the alpha wolf in a pack.

Of course, if you ask Ding Zhi how he acted, he just copied his previous state of watching the scene in the market.

As a gangster, do you still need to act?