Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

The night’s dreams were strange, with things that Jiang Zicheng had personally experienced, as well as absurd and magnificent fantasies. When he woke up, these dreams disappeared without leaving a trace.

Jiang Zicheng shrank under the covers and blinked sleepily. He wanted to change his posture and come back to sleep again, but the four people standing in front of his bed obviously didn't intend to let him lazy anymore.

Temporary agent, twin assistants, and Uncle Cai, four people gathered around his bed, looking at him with their heads down, they looked very much like the expression pack of Tang Seng four people circulating on the Internet.

Jiang Zicheng got up from the bed shamelessly and asked, "What time is it?"

The agent opened the curtains, and the starry sky outside the window was extremely low, as if a star was within reach.

Agent: "It's late now, it's half past four."

Jiang Zicheng: "... 4:30 in the morning or 4:30 in the evening?"

Agent: "Of course it's 4:30 in the morning." He looked at his watch, "Hurry up, you have an interview at 6:30. I can't help you negotiate. You have to behave well."

…

The temporary agent's surname is Hu, the same surname as Hu Sanniang in the Water Margin. When he introduced himself, he said: "My surname is Hu, and I am arrogant and domineering."

At first glance, it is very difficult to mess with people.

Brother Hu has two brushes. Before Jiang Zicheng and the others arrived in Venice, he had already contacted all kinds of local matters in advance. They lined up for interviews every day from morning to night, and saw stitches pierced in for several street photos. There are also various dinners in the evening to ensure that Jiangzicheng's sleep time will not exceed 3 hours a day.

Jiang Zicheng had eaten in a haunting manner, and makeup artists and stylists swarmed around and made styling for him. Brother Hu held the interview outline in his hand and stood beside him to read the interview questions to him for a while.

The first media is a local movie scoring website in Italy, similar to Douban Movies and Mtime.com, except that the scoring system of this movie website is only open to certified film critics, and not all cats and dogs can comment on it. Therefore, the above scores are generally low, but there will never be a domestic "C-shaped" score.

Hu Ge said: "In addition to the questions in the outline, reporters will also be free to use three to five questions."

Jiang Zicheng was very nervous when he was interviewed by overseas media for the first time: "Then what if I can't answer?"

Brother Hu looked at him a few times and said calmly: "Then you just laugh."

"..."

"Don't smirk, smile cleverly, go over it foolishly."

Jiang Zicheng was very upset: "I don't want to be a'vase'."

Brother Hu: "I didn't let you be a vase. I asked you to make a'beauty trick'." He paused, and then said, "If you don't want to use it, you can also let Director Li make a beauty trick."

Uncle Cai was taken aback, and the pleats that shook his head all flew up: "Don't don't don't, even if I'm willing to use it, no one dares to take it."

Jiang Zicheng thought about the way that Uncle Cai used to be a beauty, and finally decided to do it by himself.

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From 6:30 in the morning to 6:30 in the afternoon, Jiang Zicheng received interviews from more than a dozen media non-stop. It sounds like there are a lot of media, but the Venice Film Festival attracts more than a hundred media? The other shortlisted crews received only a lot more interviews.

Uncle Cai is getting older, lacking energy, and not good at speech. Most of the tasks of speaking are given to Jiang Zicheng, and he himself is holding a cup of tea, sitting on the sofa with a big belly, and smiling like a world-famous person. appearance.

Jiang Zicheng couldn't even count how many people he had seen today, his face had long since laughed.

When the last camera was removed, Jiang Zicheng collapsed on the sofa, spreading out into a pie without image.

Jiang Zicheng asked the twins weakly: "Is today's interview all over?"

One of the twins flipped through the small book, squeezed his fingers and said in a puzzled voice, "Weird, there are 12 media outlets on the itinerary given by Brother Hu, why only 11 came here."

The brothers used three hands, counting from the left to the right, and indeed one family was missing.

Just at this moment, Brother Hu pushed in and interrupted them with an ugly expression: "Don't count, "lavida" has an appointment."

Jiang Zicheng: "What is ‘pull’...?"

"Lavida magazine." Hu said, "Twenty minutes ago, their reporter called and said that the last interviewee took too long to be interviewed today."

Jiang Zicheng didn't care too much: "It's not a big deal, anyway, Uncle Cai and I will stay here for a week, and interviews in a few days will be the same."

"Their interview plans for the next week are full, and I don't know whether the layout can be arranged." Hu frowned, "Lavida magazine is the largest circulation publication in the Spanish language world, and now there is no such good appearance. Opportunity, the impact is not small."

Jiang Zicheng still didn't take it seriously, his left ear went in and his right ear came out.

Brother Hu: "If someone is really delaying the time. But I just got the news. In fact, another crew has seized this opportunity. Now their reporter is going to the hotel where the crew is staying."

Hu Ge asked gloomily: "Do you know which crew cut it?"

Jiang Zicheng was full of spirits, an ominous premonition rising from his heels.

Hu Ge said word by word: "It's "His Secret", it's Huang Jiaming!"

He heard about the contradiction between Jiang Zicheng and Huang Jiaming from Uncle Cai, and it happened to stimulate him at this time. From the point of view of the main creative lineup, the crew of "His Secret" is many times stronger than "Full House". Two interviews crashed, and reporters would of course choose the one with the biggest win.

"...Damn!" Jiang Zicheng jumped up from the sofa and wandered around the room with slippers. "Where's the stylist? Where's the makeup artist?! Hurry up, give me a coquettish **** makeup, I'll go there and open the screen now. go with!"

Brother Hu held him down: "How do you plan to open the screen? They are interviewing in the hotel. Do you want to be dressed up and break into their suite? You don't call the peacock to open the screen, and the pheasant to fly indiscriminately."

"Then what to do?" Jiang Zicheng was indignant.

Brother Hu: "I have reported this matter to the company. In the next three years, "lavida" don't want to get a penny for advertising from Rich Entertainment."

As expected of Brother Hu, he is really arrogant and domineering.

But Jiang Zicheng didn't understand the financial relationship. Ricci Entertainment is a Chinese company. How could "lavida" have any interest in Ricci?

Uncle Cai has stayed in Ricci for a long time and understood a lot of inside information. He took the initiative to explain to him: "Do you think Ricci only takes root in China? The world does not know how many upstream and downstream film and television companies are controlled by Ricci, even in Europe. The big star-making factory has the shadow of Rui Ci."

Jiang Zicheng was so surprised that he found that his native chicken had really gotten into a golden nest: "How rich is Rui Ci?"

"Of course." Uncle Cai said, "You haven't been in contact with'Lao Xie'. Mr. Xie once said in an interview that he has only two main interests in his life. The first is to make money and the second is to be a woman."

Mr. Xie is Xie Changan, the founder of Ricci Entertainment Group. Don’t think he is 60 years old this year, but every month his lace news will be on the entertainment headline. It is said that his heirs are all over the world, but he is publicly acknowledged. The only heir is Xie Beiwang.

Jiang Zicheng's heart moved, somehow, Xie Beiwang suddenly appeared in his mind. His appearance is very similar to his father, with deep eye sockets and sharp features, but he lacks the frivolousness of beauty.

Jiang Zicheng couldn't help asking: "...what is Mr. Xie's hobby?"

"You said Mr. Xie?" Uncle Cai thought for a while, "He is an enhanced version of Mr. Xie. Mr. Xie always has two hobbies, and Mr. Xie only has one—that is, making money."

"..." Jiang Zicheng slandered, is there anyone in this world whose hobby is not making money?

It's just that ordinary people make money, and they take one hundred yuan to give birth to two hundred yuan.

And Mr. Xie makes money by taking one billion to give birth to 10 billion.

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The first three days were spent in chaos. As Hu said, Jiangzicheng’s daily sleeping time totaled less than 3 hours.

Uncle Cai was so old that he couldn't hold it anymore, so he escaped and said that he would not go to the evening social dinner. But Jiang Zicheng couldn't hide, and was rubbed by the stylist like a Barbie doll, and he was neatly cleaned up.

Today's dinner is hosted by the XX Foundation, which regularly sponsors young filmmakers to help them realize their film dreams.

Jiang Zicheng left the twin brothers to take care of Uncle Cai. He took Hu Ge and an interpreter, and the three of them took a speedboat and sailed to the restaurant where the dinner was held.

On the way to the journey, Jiang Zicheng looked at the scene of the lights on both sides of the water bank, almost indulging into this drunken environment.

The sun has set, Jiang Zicheng is sitting on the bow, the moonlight is reflected in his eyes, and the waves are rippling.

"Brother Hu," Jiang Zicheng put his hands on the boat, turned his head, and put his chin on the back of his hand, "Are you my agent from now on?"

Brother Hu shook his head: "Not necessarily. I am temporarily transferred to assist you. The specific person who will take you will be determined by the above after returning home."

Jiang Zicheng was very sorry. Although they had only been in contact for three days, Jiang Zicheng admired Hu's work attitude and felt that he was vigorous and vigorous without being too tough and unpleasant.

Jiang Zicheng stubbornly said: "Then, after I go back, can I apply to the director of the artist to cooperate with you?"

"...Thank you for your trust." Brother Hu was rather helpless and could only tell the truth, "If I can cooperate with you in the future, it depends on the status of this award. My level in the company is not enough. If this time " If "Full House" can get any award, a gold agent will be sent to lead you."

"I think you are a'gold medal'."

"I have only been in the industry for a long time, and there is still a big gap between the real'gold medal'."

Jiang Zicheng didn't like hearing others speak in an unconfident tone.

He sat upright, looked in the direction of Brother Hu, and said solemnly: "Brother Hu, take off your glasses."

Although Brother Hu didn't understand what he was going to do, he still took off his gold-rimmed glasses.

He was very short-sighted, and the mirror feet pressed two deep marks on both sides of the bridge of the nose. After taking off the glasses, he could only vaguely see the figure of Jiang Zicheng, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

Jiang Zicheng is very serious: "You look into my eyes."

"...Where are your eyes?"

"..."

Jiang Zicheng leaned closer, held his head, helped him find his own eyes, and said, "Brother Hu, I will tell you a secret-I can predict the future."

"Oh, then?" Hu Ge obviously didn't take it seriously: this is the same as when some Pu men and girls say that they will look at palmistry, it's just a trick of indenting the distance.

Jiang Zicheng said: "You look into my eyes, and at the same time you think about your work very seriously. I will help you to see if you can become a gold broker in the future."

Brother Hu thinks this kid is very interesting, and he talks a lot of witty things.

But if the kid wants to play, he can play with him.

So Brother Hu thought very seriously. He thought that he had entered this industry by mistake, and remembered that the artists he had cultivated seriously were poached by other companies, and then think about the wastefulness of the past few years...

He obviously couldn't see Jiang Zicheng's eyes clearly, but at a certain moment, he seemed to see clearly again.

In the deep night, the youth's eyes were bright and transparent, like a beam of moonlight, in this noisy night, spilling into his past, present and future.

-Ten, nine, eight... three, two, one!

The surging fog enveloped the world in Jiang Zicheng's mind. Jiang Zicheng tried his best to open his eyes wide, looking for Brother Hu in this "future".

It was a bright and spacious office, and Hu Ge was sitting behind his desk, a few years older than he is now, and his face was full of anger.

Opposite him, a young woman dressed as a secretary stood opposite him with an unhappy expression.

The female secretary said coldly: "I just convey to you Mr. Xie's decision. You have no right to refuse."

"Then please tell Mr. Xie—" Brother Hu stood up with a slap on the table, and Qingjin jumped on his forehead, "—I am the artist director, not the brothel bustard! No matter who Mr. Xie wants to sleep, I can't sleep with my artist!"

The short "future" ended quickly, and the fog gathered again, covering this disgraceful content.

Jiang Zicheng struggled out of the "future" and wailed while covering his eyes.

He just wanted to see Brother Hu's future, but he didn't expect to see Mr. Xie's future!

-Damn, who said that this guy Xie Beiwang only likes to make money, he is obviously a shameless bastard, and he has reached out to the company!

How come this kind of person's **** hasn't sucked yet!