Entertainment Industry: I am a top-tier movie star

The next morning, while it was still dark, Chen Nianbei dragged his suitcase out of the dormitory.

The campus was quiet, with only a few scattered figures.

He tightened the collar of his down jacket and walked towards the bus stop.

The train departs from the South Station at 9:08.

The Spring Festival travel rush hasn't reached its peak yet, but the waiting room is already packed with people, and the air is filled with a variety of smells.

Chen Nianbei found her carriage and berth.

He bought a lower berth in a hard sleeper car for convenience.

After putting away his luggage, he leaned against the window, watching the bustling crowd of people seeing him off on the platform, his thoughts drifting away.

My home is in Jinan, the capital of Shandong province.

My parents' business is quite good. They came from their hometown of Zizhou to work hard in their early years and settled down in Jinan.

However, the older generation's roots are still in Zizhou, so they usually spend a few days at their own homes in Jinan during the Spring Festival to handle social obligations, and then return to their hometown in Zizhou together to celebrate the New Year.

As the train started moving, the city's outline was gradually left behind, replaced by the barren fields and gray sky of a northern winter.

……

Around 3 p.m., the train arrived at Quancheng Station.

As I dragged my suitcase out of the station, the familiar damp, cold air hit me, quite different from the dry cold of Beijing.

He hailed a taxi and gave them the name of his neighborhood.

There was indeed no one at home.

Opening the door, the room was clean but deserted. Chen Nianbei put down her luggage and made a phone call to her mother.

"Son, are you home?"

It was noisy on the other end of the phone, like it was in a restaurant.

There are dumplings and wontons in the refrigerator, cook some for yourself.

Your dad and I are still busy outside, and we probably won't be home for dinner tonight. We have an important appointment...

Oh, by the way, there are some cards and gift certificates in your dad's study drawer. See if there are any friends you need to give them to, then go get them yourself.

"Okay, Mom, you two go about your business, don't worry about me."

Chen Nianbei was already used to it.

With the Lunar New Year approaching, gift-giving for business entertainment is the top priority for my parents.

After all, those memes didn't come out of nowhere.

"If you don't visit Jingshi Road during the holidays, you'll have no path to promotion next year."

"I may not remember who sent me gifts, but I know exactly who didn't."

The words may be a bit rough, but the principle is sound, especially in Shandong Province, a place that values ​​interpersonal relationships.

Over the next few days, Chen Nianbei lived a regular and quiet life.

I wake up naturally every day, then get up to study the script of "Gu Jian Qi Tan". I take out Ling Yue's lines one by one and scrutinize them carefully, figuring out what tone and look this senior brother of Tianyong City should use in different situations.

When you're tired, go for a run at the community gym or browse around the nearby bookstore.

Naza would share her daily life at home with him from time to time, saying she missed him every day, and sometimes even sending him sexy pictures she had secretly taken late at night, which often kept Chen Nianbei awake.

His parents still left early and returned late, leaving him only with a constantly updated refrigerator full of semi-finished food and gift boxes that he needed to deliver.

He didn't feel neglected; on the contrary, he was happy to have some peace and quiet.

A forty-year-old soul has long passed the stage of needing constant parental companionship; this independent space is just right for him to reflect and prepare.

That afternoon, he glanced at the calendar and weighed the two bottles of Maotai and two packs of Soft Zhonghua cigarettes he was carrying.

He had "borrowed" this from his father's "stock" and was thinking of visiting Kong Sheng.

We arranged a time in advance by phone.

Kong Sheng lived in a quiet neighborhood in the eastern part of the city, which wasn't new.

Chen Nianbei rang the doorbell, and Kong Sheng himself opened the door, wearing a cotton-padded coat and holding a pen, indicating that he had just been working.

Uncle Kong.

Chen Nianbei greeted him with a smile and handed over the things in his hand, saying, "It's the New Year, this is just a small token of my appreciation."

Kong Sheng took it, weighed it in his hand, and said without any ceremony, "Come in. You little rascal, you still know to come and see me."

His tone conveyed a sense of closeness.

The room was very warm, so Chen Nianbei took off her coat.

The living room wasn't large; the bookshelves were piled high with books and DVDs, and some manuscripts and storyboard sketches were spread out on the coffee table.

"Pour your own tea."

Kong Sheng gestured to the tea set on the coffee table, sat down on the single sofa, lit a cigarette, and asked, "What have you been busy with lately?"

"I'll be joining the production team after the New Year for 'Swords of Legends'." Chen Nianbei poured himself a cup of tea and sat down.

"Yeah, those kinds of plays can be brilliant if you act them well, just don't be perfunctory."

Kong Sheng exhaled a smoke ring. "I watched the post-production editing. Your Xiaoman is pretty good overall. You conveyed the emotions very accurately in several scenes, especially the ending... The overall character is well-established."

With Kong Sheng's affirmation, Chen Nianbei felt more at ease and casually offered a compliment:

"It's all thanks to Uncle Kong's excellent guidance."

"Don't give me that," Kong Sheng said with a laugh, then turned serious and said, "

The filming and editing of "Battle of Changsha" went quite smoothly.

It is expected to be released and broadcast around August.

In my previous life, "Battle of Changsha" didn't air until 14, so it seems my involvement has had a butterfly effect.

Chen Nianbei calculated the time; August was exactly the middle or later stage of filming for "Swords of Legends".

"During the promotional period, you can come along if you have time."

Kong Shengdao said, "Although it's a small role, if the performance is good, the audience will remember it. This will be beneficial for your future."

"I understand, thank you for the arrangements, Uncle Kong."

"Um."

Kong Sheng nodded, stubbed out his cigarette, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Chen Nianbei.

"The historical drama I mentioned to you last time, the project for the second half of the year, is called 'Nirvana in Fire'."

coming.

Chen Nianbei perked up and sat up straighter.

"I read the script several times, and the characters are very well written."

Kong Sheng's eyes revealed his seriousness.

"There is a character in it, Prince Jing, Xiao Jingyan."

He is stubborn, innocent, and loyal, but he doesn't show his true colors in the early stages and is even a bit repressed. He only explodes later on.

The role is significant; a good performance can be outstanding, while a poor one can easily make the actor appear wooden or overly melancholic.

He paused, then looked at Chen Nianbei:

"So, are you up for the challenge? Do you dare to tackle this tough nut?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Nianbei met his gaze: "I dare. As long as Uncle Kong thinks I can try, I will do my best."

Kong Sheng looked at him for a few seconds, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face:

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. This role requires a lot of inner turmoil, and the actor also needs to maintain a composed appearance, which is quite a challenge for a young actor. However..."

He smiled and said, "I think you're a man of many thoughts, and you're very composed. You're quite mature for your age, which is consistent with Prince Jing's early state."

"The script is still being polished. The complete script will be released in April or May."

I'll have someone send it to you then, so you can prepare accordingly.

It's still a formality; the audition is probably in October. It won't be too complicated, but you need to show something convincing.

Kong Sheng's tone became serious.

"There are plenty of people eyeing this role. I'm giving you a chance, but you have to earn it yourself."

"I understand, Uncle Kong."

Chen Nianbei nodded solemnly.

"Okay, as long as you understand."

Kong Sheng leaned back on the sofa, his expression relaxing.

"I'll spend the Lunar New Year at home and with my parents. Once the script arrives, I'll dive right into it. Acting is something you can't rush; you have to hone your skills slowly."

They chatted for a while, mainly Kong Sheng asking him about his situation at school and his views on acting.

Chen Nianbei's answer was neither impetuous nor conservative, but rather showed a clear thinking rarely seen at his age, which made Kong Sheng nod repeatedly.

It was nearly dusk when Chen Nianbei left Kong Sheng's house. The cold wind blew on his face, but he felt a burning passion in his heart.

The drama "Battle of Changsha" will be broadcast in August, and he will audition for the role of Prince Jing in "Nirvana in Fire"... The picture of 2013 is slowly unfolding before him, clearer and more magnificent than in his previous life.

He looked up at the winter sky over Jinan and let out a soft breath.

Prince Jing, Xiao Jingyan… he’s determined to crack this “tough nut.”