I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 137 Zi Feiyu, the joy of knowing the fish

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

Yang Mi glanced at the absent-minded Qin Muchu, picked up a chopstick of mutton and put it into the copper pot, the bubbling clear soup cooked the mutton in a few seconds, then put the cooked mutton into the sesame sauce bowl, and poured it down in one bite. The tenderness and freshness of the mutton bloomed on the taste buds, and the face was filled with satisfaction.

In Yanjing in November, the weather has turned cold, and many people on the street put on thick coats.

At this time, it was not too early to eat mutton in the copper pot. The tables next to them were filled with steam, and the room was warm.

"I want to be an actor."

Qin Muchu came back to his senses, took a chopstick of mutton and rinsed it, dipped some sauce into his mouth, and put on the pain mask the next moment.

Swallowing the mutton with difficulty, he picked up the soy milk next to him and took a big gulp to suppress the spicy taste in his mouth.

"How do you make the chili sauce?"

Yang Mi pushed her cup of soy milk to Qin Muchu:

"Hey, I see there's a new dipping sauce there, so I want to try it out."

Qin Muchu first ordered some dipping sauce with chopsticks and put it out of his mouth to taste. He finished the mutton-boiled meat before confirming that it was sesame sauce.

Qin Muchu curled his lips and said disdainfully:

Yang Mi interrupted Qin Muchu's words, and paused for a while:

"He has nothing to look for."

"The smallest thing is that Tong Kai asked him to save a pot of water from being wasted."

"Yes, it is appropriate."

Jin Yue smacked his lips,
"I think it's fun."

"You really know an actor. My acting skills are average. I'm about 80 years old. I look like a terracotta army. You are sure."

"What actor are you thinking of, so engrossed?"

"Ah."

The list of actors we sent to Qin Muchu that time was all well-known and familiar to the audience.

"..."

Fan Yuantian looked at Zeng Li across from the coffee table, today you are wearing a white casual hooded sweater and jeans, your hair is tied into a braid, full of youth, you look a few years older, like a boy in his early seventies.

"He can't call you grandpa, you mind."

"Okay... nothing else?"

Qin Muchu muttered, took the cup that Zeng Li handed over, and just about to drink it down, remembering how these literati and elegant guests (pretending to be criminals) drink tea on TV, he paused.

Qin Muchu pondered for a while.

Anyway, if I go to the studio later, Zeng Li will know about it, so I plan to keep it a secret.

"Oh? Average acting skills?" Fan Yuantian became a little interested.

After thinking about it, I called Yang Mi.

"..."

"Oh? Has there been such a small number of actors? Did the first emperor find the right one or Yan Taizi Dan?"

"Try it, it's not the same as his drinking method of chewing peonies."

Qin Muchu threw the task card over.

In fact, there was no one in my heart who chose it. I wanted the actor who played the first emperor in "National Treasure" seen by later generations.

"Is he stupid, does he know what day it is today?"

"What's the name? You haven't brushed it off yet."

My identity is separated. I am an actor when I am on the set, but I am not a special person outside the set.

"Yes, that's not why you called."

But who would have thought that I am still working overtime, and I may not be able to go home until one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, or even go home and rest in the studio.

Unexpectedly, Qin Muchu shook his head in denial:
"Why did he come? The house selection is broken?"

"Go back and rest, what else can you do? By the way, let the Spring Festival Gala send you a list of actresses who are around 80 years old and have bad acting skills. You can pick and choose if there is any suitable one."

"Cut, see for yourself."

The minimum decision-making power for that show is under Qin Muchu's hands. Since I asked Qin Muchu to do that show, I'm going to point fingers.

"Is he at home?"

Fan Yuantian picked up a chopstick of mutton and put it back out of his mouth.

"What date? How many days are there to commemorate the birth of your little director?"

"cheers!"

"Of course, my tongue can't eat bad food." Yang Mi took it for granted.

"Associate director of the Spring Festival Gala? Him?"

Because when I think of myself like this, I feel very... interesting and interesting.

You are the letter!
Zeng Li looked as if he was trapped by words,

"Bad, you will give him another list as soon as possible. You still have a meeting over there, so hang up."

And since you want to do something, you must have the ability, but without this ability, Qin Muchu will do his best to achieve the ultimate.

Jin Yue doesn't have class tomorrow, and you were in school during that time, and you basically stayed in the dormitory and didn't go home.

"Let's talk about it, why did you come to see you early in the morning? Let's talk bad first, and ask for a hands-free request for a reasonable reason. His tea ceremony bribe just now is completely passable with you."

Qin Muchu nodded:

More specific requirements...

"Why do you go after dinner?" Jin Yue asked suddenly.

It's a good thing to play the first emperor, if you want to play cats and dogs, you have to find actors who look like cats and dogs to play them?

"Your tea art is like playing the piano to a cow."

I only vaguely remember that this actor looks like the terracotta warriors came to life, playing the first emperor is absolutely amazing.

Fan Yuan's voice on the phone was very surprised, as if surprised by Qin Muchu's words.

"It's Emperor Shihuang, I feel... a bit off the mark."

Zeng Li's eyes narrowed, because he dared to suspect that Qin Muchu could forget such an important matter.

"His lifestyle is almost the same as your grandparents in retirement." Jin Yue complained.

Fan Yuantian shook his head.

After seeing the photos of the last actor, Qin Muchu found me, so he was not at all puzzled.

"An actress around the age of 80...to be able to act in a bad drama, she must have weak lines, bad acting skills, and even more domineering performances..."

"exist."

"He has been in the entertainment circle for such a young age. He is considered an old junior. He should know many actors. Please pay attention to them and ask his classmates if there are any suitable actors."

"Completely... there is a difference."

After finishing speaking, Yang Mi hung up the phone in a hurry.

At least what you want to become is an actor, and the first thing to talk about is acting skills and fame...

After sending Jin Yue back to school, Fan Yuantian drove back to Qiheyuan.

In this case, there is only one condition of about eighty, and the quantity can be overwhelming.

Fan Yuantian glanced at you:
You are not a person who becomes extravagant and seeks pleasure once you become successful, then swells and flies.

All he could do was try his best to meet Fan Yuantian's request.

In his opinion, this kind of actor is understandable, but he is very happy and enjoys that kind of life style.

I stood up, picked up the soy milk under the table and drank it.

But the terrible thing is, I know the name of this actor.

Qin Muchu understood what Jin Yue meant.

Zeng Li was fiddling with the tea set, pouring water to steep it again, pouring the small pot into the big pot, the big pot into the cup, pouring out the water in the cup again, in short, it was very convenient.

Click to open it, and it is the list of actors sent by the Spring Festival Gala program group.

"Is it a gang? The company is planning to open a branch in Africa and needs artists to go here to gain popularity, so let him go."

I glanced at the date, and Zeng Li and I were not supposed to go to the rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala today, but since I served as the assistant director of the Spring Festival Gala, I forgot about it.

"Rehearsal, is this the first time you two have rehearsed for the Spring Festival Gala?"

Putting the teacup to his nose, he sniffed heavily and then took a shallow sip, exclaiming "ah".

"Hello? Daqin, are you okay? The actor has been chosen?"

Don't say it, it's quite open.

Fan Yuantian remembered.

"But he hasn't achieved even a small amount of achievement yet. Why is this a pleasure and indulgence? Is success meaningless?" Fan Yuan understands.

Zeng Li raised his eyebrows, slapped Fan Yuantian's hand holding the teapot, brought the teapot to your side, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it, and showed an expression of enjoyment.

In the eyes of insiders, a small person like the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala holds the life and death power of countless star actors and shows, and is majestic.

"Yes, that's all."

Qin Muchu pretended to go up, drank the tea out of the cup, and went to get the teapot:

But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find it.

"Yes, the terracotta army, the kind buried outside the Xi'an tomb, and people..."

"He was explaining, you know what the terracotta warriors are..."

"Did you say it? Acting, people only want actors to act.

A flash of light came to my mind:
With a smile on his face:

Young people mean that they have a reason to go home if they don't have a drink.

"Open the door, you are inside the door."

"Let go!"

Africa?What popularity do you want to gain by going here?Dancing with lions and hyenas?
"Yes!" You said angrily.

"Daqin, is he sure he's looking for an actor who looks like a terracotta warrior? Then... isn't that weird? Is it possible to find an actor who looks like a terracotta warrior just because he played the first emperor? Did the first emperor cast a terracotta warrior..." Yang Mi Persuade.

I took a look, it was Zeng Li.

"Okay then, you pay the bill later."

The list is not only the actor recommendation of Emperor Shihuang, but also the actor list of Prince Dan of Yan.

Seeing Zeng Li repeat the operation just now, just when Fan Yuantian thought he was going to "make a noise" again, Zeng Li picked up a teacup and handed it to me.

Qin Muchu clicked to view the profiles of the actors one by one, focusing on our photos, hoping to find the face of this "terracotta warrior" in my memory.

If you want to expand it, you have to look for famous faces.

The two clinked glasses and both smiled.

"event?"

Zeng Li was also surprised by the condition.

Zeng Li rolled his eyes with a bad look, just now he showed off his tea art, was it a bribe in the eyes of that bastard?

"Tiantian is writing scripts, not reading books. Anyway, he has been working all the time. Does he feel bored?"

……

"Let me ask Director Qin, what is a trivial matter to you?"

Qin Muchu finished the first bit of mutton outside the copper pot, while Jin Yue was still frowning and thinking.

Half an hour ago, Fan Yuantian explained to Zeng Li the program I was going to plan for the Spring Festival Gala.

"Find it."

Seeing Qin Muchu's insistence, Yang Mi said less.

Qin Muchu said,
But if you have achieved Qin Muchu's current achievements, you feel that it is possible for you to live like an ascetic like Qin Muchu.

"I have other uses for my money."

There are too few domestic actors who can play the emperor, except for Chen Daomin, Chen Baoguo, Zhang Tielin, Zhang Guoqi... are all familiar faces who often play the emperor.

I can really imagine what it means to see actors look like terracotta warriors.

"Did he forget?"

Seeing that Zeng Li praised an actor so much, Fan Yuan became interested:

Is there really no such person?

"Um……"

"There's no such person yet? Why do I still want to be an actor?" Jin Yue was full of doubts.

The call got through, but was hung up very slowly. After about ten minutes, the call came again.

"There are bad choices."

"You'd better use that to drink, then order a small cup and take a big sip at a time, so as to delay death."

"What? Terracotta Warriors?"

What kind of fans, fame, I don't care about it at all, and I don't even hope for it. "

"The ones with bad acting skills are about 80 years old and look like terracotta warriors."

Qin Muchu stood up, went to the bathroom to wash and prepare for bed.

……

If yes.

In fact, Chaoqin Muchu Company can also do that, but if there is no Spring Festival Gala in the channel information network.

"That's nothing bad, just Mr. Chen Daomin, if you stop here, you won't be the emperor himself. Besides, did he play the first emperor outside of "Heroes"?" Jin Yue thought it off.

"Fortunately, he is playing the piano with a cow. The cow is honest and simple. If it were with a donkey, it would have kicked him patiently."

"Age is appropriate."

Fan Yuantian nodded in satisfaction,
In fact, I am also right or wrong about this actor, but the first emperor in Fan Yuantian's mind brought other actors to play, and I always feel that there is little shock I brought to myself.

He glared at Qin Muchu again:
It's like lying on the sofa at home watching a movie and reading a book for a while.

Qin Muchu glanced at the alarm clock, it was not ten o'clock late, and the faint beep came from the phone, guessing that Yang Mi was still in the studio.

The actors you just thought of are all over the army.

I looked at Jin Yue:
Qin Muchu thought for a while, but still remembered what day it is today.

The reason why I told Zeng Li was because I had no purpose.

"Bad, let us expand the scope of our search for young actors. Yes, Daqin, he must give you more specific requirements. Otherwise, if the scope is expanded, it will not be like finding a needle in a haystack."

When Jin Yue heard what Qin Muchu said, the number of actors who could play the first emperor shrunk instantly.

On the morning of the seventh day, Qin Muchu was having breakfast when his cell phone rang suddenly.

That set of operations fell outside Fan Yuantian's eyes, it was not for a long time, and it made a lot of noise.

"How?" Zeng Li smiled expectantly.

"Look for it first, and when you find it later, you will understand what you mean."

Zeng Li looked simple, and it took him a long time to say a name:
That role is to act as a green leaf, to set off the insignificance of the first emperor. Although it is a background board for a very small amount of time, there are very few scenes showing his face, and there are not more than a dozen lines. There are many scenes.

Fan Yuantian smiled and listened to Jin Yue's rhetoric, and picked up the soy milk:
Is it bitter?Tired?
"It must look like a terracotta army!"

"Try me?"

After a certain period of time, I also thought that since I was so successful, if I want money but no money, I want fame but no name, if I want to indulge in bad manners, play with male stars, buy luxury cars, drink, gamble...

"Oh? He said that."

Still the same sentence, a child is not a fish, An Zhiyu is happy.

"I hope that day will come soon."

Zeng Li's eyes widened.

For example, actors, there are no actors who only make movies because they hate acting. I enjoy the feeling of being in the crew and creating a character on the camera, but once I leave the camera and leave the crew, all the halos brought to me by being an actor will be wiped out. I abandon.

Why do you still have to do this? Is it bad to enjoy happiness?
Fan Yuan's idea is also wrong, isn't it?

Although your home is in Yanjing, it is close to Yanying. Is it convenient to live on campus?

"Fu Xiaolong."

Zeng Li knew that it was Qin Muchu who was threatening you, but the person on the eaves must have his head high, gritted his teeth and stared at Qin Muchu:
What he said was true, but Zeng Li felt that it sounded normal and harsh.

"He just can give himself a vacation?"

In those few days, I stayed up late writing program plans and scripts, and I was also very tired.

"You have so many things to do every day, how can you remember such a big event." Qin Muchu pretended to be aggressive.

Besides, the first emperor outside of your script is in the period when he is ambitious and wants to destroy the Eight Kingdoms. Without the arrogance and arrogance of a young man, Mr. Chen's temperament is too stable. He is a mature monarch who is about to ascend the throne, and he feels right. "

Suddenly, you seem to have thought of something, and you simply glanced at Qin Muchu, and then firmly said, at the very beginning:

"Is it appropriate?" Jin Yue was surprised, "Why is it appropriate?"

Fan Yuantian regards Jin Yue's complaints and counterattacks.

"why?"

"The First Emperor outside of your script is about 80 years old after Jing Ke's assassination of the Qin Dynasty. Mr. Chen is too young...

Jin Yue looked at Qin Muchu like a naughty baby:
"Looks like a terracotta army?"

The child is not a fish, An Zhiyu is happy. "

"Understood, you will pay attention!"

"Anyway, you used to want to be a bad actor, someone with top acting skills who won few awards, but with little fame and few fans, you will get a lot of response wherever you go. If you say two words carefully, you can be reported by the media. "

But I ended up doing it anyway.

When we arrived at Qiheyuan, we turned on the computer, and an email message flashed.

"Well, at the actor level, it's because I have a weird temper, and I have to choose the script. If the script is bad, I will be willing to act. I am usually high-profile, so I have no reputation outside the circle."

"It's hard to find an actor to play the first emperor."

Yang Mi brought a new bowl of dipping ingredients to Qin Muchu's side. Seeing that he was distracted again, she asked:

Zeng Li showed obvious dislike under his face, he raised his forehead and said:
There was silence on the phone for a while.

"That depends on who he wants to be.

"Could it be that he became a monk halfway, and is he still acting?"

(End of this chapter)