I was just thinking about taking the arts exam and you said I've been playing supporting roles

Chapter 13 Zhang Yimou

At the same time, the East Third Ring Road of the Imperial Capital.

Zhujiang Dijing, Zhang Yimou Studio.

A dark green ping-pong table is placed in the side room of this two-bedroom apartment, serving as a desk for the conference room... well, if it can be called a desk.

In addition to a projector and a printer, there were countless neatly stacked documents on the table, as well as a clapperboard with the names of movies written in carbon pen, as if it was used as a decoration. The names on it included "Hero", "House of Flying Daggers", "A Solo Journey"...

The only thing missing is "Three Shots Surprise", which was released just last year and was criticized by the entire Internet!
Or maybe even Zhang Yimou himself knows that this is a huge bad movie that many movie fans cannot stand, so he doesn't even have the face to put it here.

The outside world obviously couldn't imagine that Director Zhang, whose status as a director reached the top in the country after directing the Olympics and who was hailed as the "national teacher," actually had his studio in such an inconspicuous residential building.

At this moment, there were quite a few people gathered around the table, including Zhang Yimou, his daughter Zhang Mo, his assistant Pang Liwei, and the assistant directors of the two upcoming films, "Under the Hawthorn Tree" and "The Flowers of War", Fu Lulu and Zang Xichuan...

There were more than a dozen people, both men and women, sitting in an "office" of more than 20 square meters, which seemed a bit crowded.

But there was no voice in the office at this time, only the slight sound of the projector and the movement of buttons. The projector was working, projecting pictures of people on the only white wall.

Front view, side view, close-up, long shot... These are some video materials of actors that several assistant directors found at major art colleges in the capital.

What is currently going on is the first round of screening for the male and female leads of "Under the Hawthorn Tree" to select actors who can come for auditions.

Because of the declining reputation of "Three Guns", the investment in the film was infinitely reduced, and Zhang Yimou's partner Zhang Weiping also planned to set up his own agency, so there was news about the online auditions for "The Hawthorn Tree" and "Jinling".

Both new films use newcomers in order to cultivate their own acting team and discover promising talents that can bring subsequent commercial value.

"..."

Zhang Yimou sat there sideways with his hand on his chin, looking a little serious.

He stared at the figures that jumped out in front of him and shook his head slightly.

Snapped!
The last audition photo of a male actor went dark. Everyone in the room looked at Zhang Yimou. Zhang Yimou turned around and waved his hand: "They are all not very good. They either look too much like actors or they look immature and have never suffered any hardship!"

"The conditions are good, but a little spoiled!"

Zhang Yimou suddenly laughed, and several assistant directors also laughed helplessly.

Nowadays, there are no poor kids applying to art schools. They all come from well-off families, so of course they look fair and clean in the photos.

"No, we can only wait until school starts to select them one by one. Does Dean Zhang know that we are going to Beijing Film Academy to select people?"

Zhang Yimou looked at the assistant director Zang Xichuan. Zang Xichuan wore a pair of glasses and looked gentle, but he was actually big and strong. If you didn't know him, you would never know that he was a director. He looked more like a butcher.

He knew who the Dean Zhang that Zhang Yimou was talking about was.

Zhang Huijun, currently the dean of the Imperial Capital Film Academy, is Zhang Yimou's classmate and roommate, and they shared the same bunk bed.

"Didn't he call you?"

"Why don't we go around a few art schools? Some of the students may have returned to school, and some of these photos were given by their teachers!"

"so!"

Zhang Yimou thought of a way. He suddenly leaned over to the table and looked at the two female assistant directors. "Lulu, you females are more accurate in judging male actors. Xichuan, you can ask people to run around in other places. The audition should be almost done!"

"Forget about the male actors, the main role of Jingqiu must be chosen well!"

Zhang Yimou was talking there, and several assistant directors nodded immediately: "Okay!"

"That's it for now, let's keep this batch for now, if there's really no one left, we can call them to the audition site and see!"

"Oh, by the way, what about the role of Yu Mo? Have you found a suitable one?"

Yu Mo is the leading female character in "The Flowers of War". A new actress was also chosen. In order to fit the original novel, Zhang Yimou needed a professional student who could speak Jinling dialect and English. Most importantly, she had to have a good figure, be charming and seductive.

In the script, Yu Mo is the top star in Qin Lou Chu Guan with both beauty and talent. In Zhang Yimou's opinion, her beauty must be awe-inspiring; her eyes have the power to conquer everything.

These few short sentences put a lot of pressure on the assistant director in charge of casting.

"There's no suitable one. We've already held auditions at Nanjing University of the Arts and Nanjing University of the Arts, but no one is chosen for now. There are no students from Jinling at other art schools!"

A female director sitting in the corner was talking.

"Then just wait!"

"Let's identify the third one first. It's easier to find a male!"

Zhang Yimou stood up. His assistant Pang Liwei had already handed him the phone and said softly, "It's Dean Zhang's call!"

"Then do as I just said!"

Zhang Yimou didn't waste any words, waved his hand, picked up his phone and walked to the balcony.

Others immediately took action, some making phone calls and some going out to book train and plane tickets.

The crowded office was empty in an instant.

***
Two days later at noon, Beijing Film Academy Performance Building B.

Chen Jin took the admission ticket and walked towards the examination room on the second floor with his mother Su Wanyu.

Parents were the ones who came here with their children to take the art exams. In addition to reading the poems he had prepared for a long time yesterday, Chen Jin also watched the scenes of his first art exam in his future autobiographical film over and over again.

Even the test questions, the chief examiner and the examiner were not spared.

He mainly wanted to thoroughly prove the authenticity of the system regarding his first art exam.

Unfortunately, his admission ticket number was different. In the movie, he came alone, but this time he was brought by his mother.

The examination times are also different, which will disrupt the examination for other candidates in the same examination room.

It is possible that the chief examiner and the examiner may not be the same.

The first test is poetry recitation, and art candidates are required to prepare their own poems.

"So, I can only rely on my own strength!"

Chen Jin is confident because he has a system. The system is his own, and that is his strength.

No problem.

"Xiao Jin, don't be nervous when you go in!"

"Do well in the exam, mom believes in you!"

Before arriving at the examination room, Su Wanyu encouraged Chen Jin, who rarely did so. Although it was difficult to pass the preliminary test, she still had to give the encouragement she deserved.

Chen Jin answered casually, but his eyes were looking at a group of candidates gathered in the corridor in front of the examination room.

If nothing unexpected happens, they will be the art exam candidates entering the examination room at the same batch as himself.

Among them, there was a slightly fat guy with a dark face. Chen Jin blinked, a little unsure.

"The future top star in the autobiographical movie actually looks like this now?"

Chen Jin didn't expect that this guy would take the same exam as her?!
(End of this chapter)