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Cheng Shuo in his previous life couldn't handle the box office.

There is nothing shameful about this, after all, those who can handle the box office in the Chinese film industry can be defeated with one hand.

The casting director is right, contribution of simultaneous voice and proper character analysis are not absolute advantages.

So much so that most of the roles he won were due to cost-effectiveness.

So when he said the words "I'm cheap", he suddenly felt helpless as he became more active and regressed.

To make matters worse, he really has no money now.

In order not to miss the notification call, the last ten yuan bills he had on him were handed over to the cashier in the mobile business hall.

The bowl of scallion oil noodles he had for lunch really didn't provide much energy, and coupled with a strenuous exercise, he was already empty.

He tightened the waistband of his pants again, and his dry belly barely became fuller.

The room he rented was very small, and it was too spacious to describe it as having a panoramic view.

It was originally just an accommodation with two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom. In order to facilitate renting, the landlord made several partitions and forcibly divided it into five bedrooms and one bathroom.

A single bed takes up most of the entire room.

The partition wall was a bit rough, and he could already hear the sound of the umbrella being unpacked next door.

At two o'clock in the night, Cheng Shuo's last trace of sleep was shattered by the clattering sound caused by the tearing of plastic packaging.

After drinking half a ladle of cold water, Cheng Shuo stood up from the bed.

Although the room layout has been separated, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the original living room have remained.

Cheng Shuo pushed open the floor-to-ceiling sliding door and knocked on the wall, asking the young couple next door who shared their dreams to calm down a little and walked to the balcony.

Today's moonlight is bright and clear, and Cheng Shuo sits leisurely on the low stool on the balcony that is used to dry clothes.

Then, he patted his forehead and took out a thick stack of business cards from his pocket.

These were all given to him by the gangsters when he was wandering around today.

There are quite a few printing shops in Hengdian. After all, there is a huge demand for actors who can copy certificates and resumes. But most of them are monks halfway and do not have serious designers.

The business cards are uniformly simple, with names and phone numbers on the front, well-known film crews they have worked with on the back, and a few of them have added group numbers.

At the same time, they are all the same and simple, with black and white colors throughout and nothing new in layout.

Cheng Shuo spread it on the ground and, by the moonlight, transcribed the notes of these group leaders into his mobile phone one by one.

Although he came into contact with a lot of audition news, he still had to leave a way out for himself.

People who have no long-term worries must have immediate worries. Now that I am in poverty, I don’t care about the future. Filling my stomach is the top priority.

After drinking the remaining half of the water, Cheng Shuo no longer felt sleepy at all.

The empty gourd was waved, driving away the buzzing mosquitoes.

The chirping of cicadas in summer, although it added a lively atmosphere, inevitably made him feel irritable.

Nearly twelve hours after the interview, there was still no sound from his cell phone.

After confirming many times that the phone number was not wrong and that the phone still had balance, his mind was gradually filled with disappointment.

Although he could only drink one glass, he felt like drinking now.

At the wine table, you can dish out your past experiences without any scruples, but when it comes to experiencing them, you don’t have the same calmness as at the wine table.

There are some things that you can only look back on but not go back on. This is probably the truth.

"Dingling bell~"

Halfway through the recording, the phone rang.

Looking at the unfamiliar number, Cheng Shuo picked it up neatly.

"Hello, are you Mr. Cheng Shuo?"

A slightly shrill female voice came, and Cheng Shuo's heart rose to the top of his throat.

The caller's Mandarin was a bit substandard, but he could still hear it clearly.

"I am."

"I am a staff member of the crew of "Legend of Sword and Fairy III"."

After hearing this self-introduction, the surrounding area became quiet for a moment.

The moon was sparse, and the mosquitoes spared Cheng Shuo for a moment. Even the young couple next door pressed the sound button, as if they were listening to the news on the other end of the phone.

"The crew sincerely invites you to play the role of Chonglou in "Legend of Sword and Fairy III". Can you come and try on your makeup tomorrow?"

"OK."

Cheng Shuo suppressed his excitement and tried to appear calm.

"Okay, please report to the interview office tomorrow and submit your personal information. The staff will guide you."

Hearing this affirmative answer, Cheng Shuo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

For the first time, he won his favorite role through his own strength.

The affirmation of myself and the longing for the future had just risen in my heart, but the subject on the other end of the phone changed.

"If you ask me too much, what's the relationship between Director Hu Mei and you?"

"Ah?" Cheng Shuo was startled, and then replied: "She is my Bole."

The person on the other end of the phone couldn't help laughing, "Then you are the Chollima?"

...

It's not a horse, it's a cow.

This was Cheng Shuo’s first feeling when she tried on makeup.

He has long dark red hair, black shoulder biting, two flaming blood blades embedded in his forearms, and two thick and long horns.

To put it classically, he looks like a Bull Demon King, but to say it is modern, he looks like a Shattered Star Latarn.

Not only was he dissatisfied, but even the casting director who came to check it shook his head frequently.

Cheng Shuo could tell that this was still the same routine as when Huang Zhiwei tried on makeup.

I have to say that the shape of Sword and Sword III is quite unique.

Huang Zhiwei's face is wider, and the long horns in the original work were deliberately made much thicker to balance his features.

This is not enough, he also needs a messy hairstyle to complement it, so as not to make his body proportions unbalanced.

But when it comes to Cheng Shuo, it seems a little top-heavy.

"You have a good image, but your face is very aggressive, and the angle of your eyebrows is very awkward. So we are going to reduce the work on your face and only lengthen the tail of your eyebrows."

With that said, the makeup artist pressed Cheng Shuo in front of the mirror and kept gesturing on his face with her fingers.

"It probably extends to this location."

Cheng Shuo was a little itchy by her movements. Most of the time, Cheng Shuo was on the active side, but now this passive feeling made him feel uncomfortable.

The makeup artist chuckled, "At the same time, we will reduce the hair volume and divide it into two parts, with the ears as the junction. The upper part will come out horizontally, and the lower part will hang down naturally, so that your ears can also be exposed."

As she spoke, her hands moved neatly, "We will re-model the horns, so crude it seems a bit overwhelming."

The makeup artist's words were slow and confident, making Cheng Shuo feel at ease involuntarily.

She spoke in detail, and Cheng Shuo could understand clearly.

The makeup is simpler and closer to the original.

The Third of Swordsman made many people famous, but the actor who played Chong Lou did not become famous because of it.

On the one hand, his future resources are not very strong, and the bigger reason is that his makeup is so overdone that the audience cannot recognize him when he plays other characters.

Simplifying my makeup will definitely be of great benefit to my future development.

Just as he was thinking this, the makeup artist's hands had already wandered to his chest.

"You're too thin. You need to eat more. Chonglou's clothes in the original work are very close-fitting."

"I need to look at your abdominal muscles again and make a mold."

As he spoke, he lifted up Cheng Shuo's clothes, his movements and his expression.

Cheng Shuo seemed to have seen himself in his previous life.

So he almost jumped up from his chair, "Look at your muscles..."