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Chapter 165 Elegance
A spacious room.

Director Katherine Harwick quietly watched the audition videos one by one.

The video features performances by top-tier male stars in China, including actor Leung and actor Wu Zuliang.

Her gaze lingered on Liang Yingdi for a long time.

The editors on the set have repeatedly praised Liang's elegance, saying, "Liang's elegance is like a fine, aged wine, rich and mellow."

In fact, his acting, lines, and every movement were impeccable, exuding a mysterious Eastern gentlemanly charm.

but……

"He needs three times the concealer for the wrinkles around his eyes!" Catherine said regretfully, putting down the photo of actor Leung.

If the movie "Twilight" had been filmed a few years earlier, then without a doubt, Tony Leung's performance would have been impeccable.

The original author, Mia, nodded, feeling quite sorry for herself.

Then I found Wu Zuliang's photos!

If we say that Actor Leung is like a fine, aged wine, possessing a low-key and understated charm...

Wu Zuliang, on the other hand, possesses a different kind of handsomeness.

His features are exquisite and three-dimensional, his eyes are deep and captivating, and he exudes a mature and steady temperament in every gesture, with a slight hint of roguishness.

He possesses both youthful charm and maturity, and what's even more rare is that his every move exudes the aura of Eastern nobility, while also carrying a slightly dangerous sense of mystery.

In a sense, it fits quite well with the oriental werewolves in "Twilight".

After looking at each other for a long time, the two finally nodded to each other and added Wu Zuliang to their shortlist.

"He can, he can meet almost all the requirements!"

Finally, the two looked at Chen Liang again...

After watching for only twenty seconds, the two shook their heads in unison.

"His acting is too obvious!" Mia frowned.

"Well, besides that, he always wants to show off, but he's too pretentious and ingratiating..." Director Catherine thought of Chen Liang's composed expression and smiling face when he came in earlier.

One side desperately tries to project an air of nobility, holding its head high, while the other side's eyes constantly reveal fawning and ingratiating intent, undermining the carefully crafted facade...

This is really...

Inappropriate!
After the two of them placed all of Chen Liang's information on the table and eliminated him, they decided to eliminate him.

Mia looked at Catherine: "Is there anything else?"

“There’s another one, who was originally ranked second, but…” Catherine turned to the last page of the auditions and found a young man. Her expression immediately turned serious.

"But what?"

He's late!

"What! He dared to be late for such an important audition!"

When Mia heard this, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Just as I was about to say something.

door.

opened.

……

Winter sunlight streamed obliquely into the room.

A figure walked in unhurriedly through the doorway, bathed in sunlight, standing backlit and pausing. Unlike the other actors, he didn't immediately introduce himself, but silently surveyed the room's decor, finally glancing at the red wine on the table...

As the door closed and the sunlight gradually dimmed, he found himself in a situation where he was in darkness on one side and standing under the lamplight on the other.

His suit, though it looked cheap, under the light, accentuated his perfect shoulder-to-waist ratio due to its well-tailored cut.

"Sorry, it's a bit hot here..."

He smiled gently and warmly, like an old friend he had known for a long time. As he walked toward them, he casually unbuttoned a button to reveal his collarbone, slightly loosened his tie, and placed it aside. The sound of the cheap suit fabric rubbing together was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Unlike other actors who smell of cologne or expensive perfume!
He seemed to only have the faint scent of shampoo on him...

The smell made Mia pause for a moment.

In a hazy, dreamlike state, an image suddenly appeared in my mind: a fragrant, open field, a gentle breeze blowing, and a tender Eastern boy smiling in the wind…

Mia stared blankly at this extraordinary young man. She had initially felt a little annoyed by Zhou Yang's lateness, but at this moment, seeing the young man approach, that annoyance miraculously vanished instantly: "Please sit down!"

She quickly nodded to the young man.

Catherine was originally going to ask Zhou Yang some questions first and then have him perform a short piece, but before Catherine could finish speaking, Mia spoke up immediately: "Mr. Zhou Yang, I just looked at your information. You are a director, actor, screenwriter, and lyricist, right?"

"Yes."

What are your hobbies?

"I don't have any hobbies, I just like to have a little wine..." Zhou Yang sat down naturally, and without waiting for the waiter next to him to react, he poured two glasses of red wine and handed them to Catherine and Mia, and poured one for himself as well.

He gently swirled the wine glass, observing the outermost rim of the glass. Generally, the stronger the wine, the narrower the rim; the lighter or older the wine, the wider the rim.

Under the lights, her black hair, parted in a 3/7 ratio, wasn't deliberately styled with hairspray. A few strands of hair casually fell across her brow bone, and the ends of her hair shimmered with a cool, brownish sheen under the hotel's crystal chandelier.

As he tilted his head to raise his glass, the light reflected from the wine glass tinged his right side hair with a dark red hue, giving him a mysterious, eerie, and naturally noble air.

He took a small sniff of the red wine, then sipped it...

Mia stared blankly at this natural and casual Eastern man, noticing that his expression wasn't like the others, full of enjoyment and immersion; instead, he had a frown.

"Mr. Zhou Yang, isn't this wine good?"

When the translator relayed the message to Zhou Yang, he silently put down his wine glass, but didn't answer Mia's question. Instead, he stared at the bottle of red wine covered in English and French writing. After about ten seconds, he shook his head: "I'm sorry..."

"Why the regret?"

"A bunch of grapes is beautiful, still, and pure, but it is just fruit. Once pressed, it becomes an animal, because once it becomes wine, it takes on the life of an animal... Those who give life to red wine will carefully make its taste mellow and lingering, and can even tell its color and vintage from its color... Just like carving a wooden sculpture, some people are craftsmen, and some are masters..."

"..."

"The captivating colors and mysterious sentiments of red wine, with its mellow and fragrant aroma, are imbued with the vibrant essence of life and rich historical connotations. Every time I drink a good red wine, it's like having a conversation with some artists, enjoying the stories and depth contained within the wine..."

"..."

"But I'm sorry, all I felt in this glass of wine was roughness and perfunctoriness. Perhaps it's a French red wine, but not all French red wines are elegant..."

"..."

"At least, it... is very rough..."

Zhou Yang's voice was calm and elegant, and his gaze was exceptionally deep, as if it were full of stories.

Under the light, his jawline was sharp as if carved by a knife, but it was stubbled from years of staying up late. His nose was high and straight, but the tip of his nose was slightly upturned, giving him a dignified air. When he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids, but when he raised his eyes, his amber pupils burst out with a youthful clarity, blending vicissitudes and purity into a mysterious aura.

This aura caused Mia to momentarily lose her composure, but she quickly replied, "This is just a prop. We have better ones. Would you like to try?"

"Okay!"

Zhou Yang nodded when he heard this.

Mia quickly stood up and had the servants carefully take out a bottle of red wine without a vintage or label from the refrigerator, along with a small wine glass, and place it on the table.

The servant carefully poured Zhou Yang a cup.

Zhou Yang took a sniff, and the mellow aroma surprised him slightly. Then, he took a small sip.

After a moment, he closed his eyes, savoring the aromas contained within the wine…

They manifest themselves individually or interact with each other, evolving into a myriad of flavors. They are not distinguished by the presence or absence of a certain aroma, but rather become a complex and mellow taste.

Oh shit!

This thing is great!

It's much better than that 82-year-old liquor or that Lafite I used to drink.

After a long while, he opened his eyes.

Mia looked at Zhou Yang's expression and asked curiously, "What did you sense?"

"It should be that I 'saw' a humble and sincere figure moving through the vineyards under the sun at the winery..."

"..."

"It must have been 81... I 'saw' the warm spring that promoted budding and flowering, the sunny and dry summer, and the persistently dry autumn in the vineyards... I saw an almost perfect year in the Bordeaux region, and then, in this perfect year, I met a perfect winemaker..."

Zhou Yang made no attempt to hide his admiration for the wine!

Mia was stunned after hearing this.

She has met many wine tasters, and quite a few of them can accurately identify the vintage and origin of these wines...

However, they lacked the noble elegance of Zhou Yang, who possessed both the mysterious charm of the East and the intellectual air of Western "wine" culture...

But I've never seen it before!

In fact, after the auditions, they would invite the actors to taste wine and discuss the script.

She had heard countless exclamations of praise...

However, all the other praise was "acted" and "embellished," while the Zhou Yang before them...

But it doesn't seem like acting at all; on the contrary, that kind of temperament is naturally present within her!

Then she instinctively looked at Catherine.

Catherine's gaze was fixed entirely on Zhou Yang's face, her expression complex, as if she were trying to decipher something...

this moment!
A brief silence fell over the room.

Zhou Yang asked a servant to pour him a cup, which he sipped slowly, savoring the moment…

It appears elegant.

But deep down, a little scheme began to take shape.

This wine!

He's taking him away today!

Ideally, he should take all the alcohol that's left in the fridge with him!
Oh shit!

It's many times better than the counterfeit 82 red wine from Li Dachun's place.

Would you like to hear more stories?

Zhou Yang pushed up his glasses and looked at the two of them with a smile.

Mia snapped out of her daze, maintaining the composure expected of an author, and then looked at Zhou Yang with curiosity: "What other stories are there?"

“Every glass of wine tells a story… Some seek their way in the darkness, some hide alone in the shadows, quietly waiting for the light, while others create their own glory in the midst of brilliance…”

Zhou Yang's cheeks were slightly flushed. He naturally took off his suit jacket and handed it to the servant next to him.

The undeniable air of nobility blends perfectly with the room's decor, subtly giving the impression of...

He is the true master of this place.

As for the others, they felt like guests!
(End of this chapter)