Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

Chapter 190 It's time to take the stage.

In the evening, the banquet hall of Xingfu Mountain Villa was brightly lit, and more than a dozen large round tables were already full of people.

The banquet for the opening ceremony featured a lavish spread of food.

Zhang Qilin sat in the middle seat, with Huang Haibo and others at the same table.

The producer spoke first, followed by Zhang Yimou's serious expression: "Filming officially begins tomorrow. Everyone knows this film will be difficult to make, but no matter how difficult it is, I hope that through the lens, the audience can feel the cruelty of war and remember history."

"I know everyone has put in a lot of effort for this film. From the early preparations and training to now, every step has been difficult. But I believe that as long as we work together, we will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties and create a classic film."

The audience applauded.

Afterwards, the atmosphere in the banquet hall became lively, and everyone chatted and laughed.

Everyone knew that after tonight, they would face various unexpected events and pressures during the filming.

The meal took almost two hours.

When the event ended, Zhang Qilin greeted everyone he met with politeness and courtesy.

Ni Ni brought over a glass and offered him a glass of juice: "Hello, this is my first time acting. I hope to learn from your experience during filming."

Zhang Qilin nodded politely to Ni Ni: "You're too kind. We can learn from each other."

Ni Ni smiled and nodded, then turned and returned to the table where the Thirteen Beauties were sitting.

Zhang Qilin walked out of the banquet hall, returned to his room, washed up, and was about to rest when Shen Ya called.

Zhang Qilin answered the phone, and Shen Ya's voice came through the receiver: "Brother Lin, Director Ren and the two screenwriters have discussed and have a general direction for the play, which will be a five- or six-act play depicting the life of Qin Liangyu. Now, there is a problem that is troubling them?"

"What's the problem?" Zhang Qilin asked curiously.

"Director Ren Ming watched some of Jing Tian's previous films and TV series and felt that her acting skills were—" Shen Ya hesitated for a long time before saying the rest of the sentence.

Zhang Qilin understood what he meant and asked, "Then what does Director Ren mean?"

"Director Ren knew that it was Jing Tian's company that invested in it. His compromise was to divide Qin Liangyu's life into three stages: the youth played by Jing Tian, ​​the middle age played by Gong Lijun, and the old age played by Teacher Lü Zhong. During the rehearsal process, the two teachers guided Jing Tian's acting skills."

Zhang Qilin thought this plan was excellent, as it could bring a wonderful performance to the play and expand its influence.

This also provides Jing Tian with an opportunity to learn from veteran actors; Director Ren Ming has considered this very carefully.

"Director Ren's plan is excellent," Zhang Qilin said. "Any problems?"

"President Wang disagreed. She insisted that Jing Tian play the role of Qin Liangyu throughout her life and threatened to withdraw her investment if her demands were not met."

Zhang Qilin could understand Wang Lan's thoughts. It was understandable that she wanted Jing Tian to be the absolute protagonist after investing so much money.

However, as one of the most experienced directors at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, director Ren Ming's proposed solution was based on a professional perspective of artistic creation.

This is to ensure the quality of the play.

Zhang Qilin thought for a moment and said, "Tell Director Ren Ming to write the script according to their ideas. Don't discuss this with President Wang for now. I'll talk to them when I finish filming here."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qilin thought for a moment.

He picked up the phone and called Jing Tian.

As soon as the call connected, Jing Tian's slightly tired voice came through: "Da Lin, what's up calling so late?"

"Judging from your voice, you've been busy with promotions these past few days."

"If we don't record in advance, we won't have time to do interviews after the movie is released because we'll be busy with promotions."

Zhang Qilin really wanted to say, "Don't waste your energy," but he opened his mouth and didn't say it.

He then said, "Then you should take more rest. When you have some free time, go to the Beijing People's Art Theatre. I'll arrange for someone to give you a preview to prepare you for playing Qin Liangyu."

Jing Tian readily agreed: "Okay, I'll go check it out after the interview ends in a few days."

"Then I won't disturb your rest any longer. Contact me when you have time, and I'll arrange for a teacher to give you a trial experience."

The two agreed on the terms and then hung up the phone.

Zhang Qilin also went to bed early to prepare for the next day's filming.

The next morning at 5:30.

Zhang Qilin got up, washed up, and went downstairs for breakfast.

When he arrived at the restaurant, it was already packed with people.

Everyone lowered their heads to eat, unlike the days before when they were chatting and laughing.

Zhang Qilin quickly finished his meal, stood up, and headed towards the dressing room.

He entered the dressing room, where the makeup artists were tidying up their workbenches.

Seeing Zhang Qilin enter, one of them pointed to a chair: "Sit down, we're pressed for time today, we need to hurry."

As soon as Zhang Qilin sat down, several makeup artists busied themselves around him.

Soon, Huang Haibo and others also came in to get their makeup done.

An hour later, Zhang Qilin finished his makeup. Instead of changing his clothes immediately, he returned to his room.

He sat on the sofa, his eyes closed, his breathing becoming slower and slower.

He wasn't getting into character; he was going back to his old ways.

In his mind's eye, the memories of his two times getting into character played out repeatedly like a video recording.

He just watched, as if watching a movie that had nothing to do with him.

But he knew these things were not unrelated to him; these people were him, and he was one of them.

When Zhang Qilin opened his eyes, he had already fully entered the role; at this moment, he was a training team officer.

Zhang Qilin left the room and walked towards the dressing room.

The lights in the hallway were a warm yellow, and the carpet made almost no sound when you stepped on it.

A young female stagehand carrying a stack of notices walked down the corridor. When she saw Zhang Qilin in the distance, she instinctively moved aside.

After Zhang Qilin walked away, she stood still, looking back at his back, almost dropping the notice in her hand.

She had met Zhang Qilin several times, and each time he greeted her politely with a smile.

But that person, it was still the same face, but the feeling was completely different.

The way he walked carried an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Zhang Qilin went downstairs, walked along the corridor, turned the corner, and the corridor in front of him was where the dressing room was located.

An assistant director was leaning against the wall smoking when he saw Zhang Qilin walking over, and he almost dropped his cigarette.

He wasn't very familiar with Zhang Qilin, though he had met him a few times, but at this moment he unconsciously wanted to move aside.

It wasn't out of fear, but because that person had a certain aura that made you feel it was inappropriate to stand in their way.

Zhang Qilin walked to the door of the dressing room and pushed it open to go inside.

The dressing room was much livelier than yesterday.

A dozen or so male actors were crammed inside, getting dressed with the help of costume designers.

Huang Haibo stood in front of the mirror, while a stylist adjusted the buckles of his Y-shaped suspenders and another squatted on the ground to tie his leg wraps.

Nie Yuan was almost dressed, but his helmet was crooked, so he was adjusting it in front of the mirror.

Qin Hao stood in the corner as two costume designers helped him fasten his belt and ammunition box. His expression was somewhat unnatural, clearly indicating that he was not feeling well.

Dou Xiao squatted on the ground and tied her own leg wraps. She realized she had tied them backwards when she was halfway through, so she took them off and started over.

Lai happy was in the worst situation; his equipment was the heaviest among them.

The machine gunner had twice as much ammunition as the rifleman, and he was so weighed down by the equipment that his shoulders slumped down, and he kept groaning and complaining.

The sounds of complaints, laughter, and the clanging of metal buckles mingled together.

"Why are these straps so tight?"

"Shoes! Wrong shoes! I wear a size 41, these are a size 42!"

"Helmet, the helmet is catching my hair!"

"Don't rush, one at a time!" Yesterday's costume designer stood in the middle of the room, her voice already a little hoarse. "Put on the inner lining first, then the outer garment, fasten the straps, and tighten the leg wraps!"

Zhang Qilin walked in without attracting much attention.

He walked straight to the outfit he had worn yesterday and stood in front of the clothes rack.

He reached out and took off his woolen military overcoat.

He dressed as skillfully as he had yesterday.

Then I bent down and picked up the Y-shaped strap, followed by the leather belt. I knelt down on one knee and tied my legs together, left and right, in less than a minute.

Then, he took off the M35 helmet, pulled and snapped the chin strap, and it fit perfectly.

He hung the leather ammunition pouch on his left side, the water bottle cover on his right side, the bayonet sheath on his lower back, and the Mauser pistol on his waist.

The complete set of equipment was used in less than five minutes.

The dressing room gradually quieted down.

It's not the kind of sudden silence, but rather a gradual realization that something is wrong, and then you stop to look.

Gao Hu was the first to stop.

He was being pulled by the costume designer to adjust the straps when he caught a glimpse of Zhang Qilin's movements out of the corner of his eye. His movements slowed down and then stopped completely.

He turned around and watched Zhang Qilin walk to the mirror, turn sideways to examine his own features. The whole process was smooth and fluid, without a single unnecessary movement.

Zhang Qilin turned around and realized that most of the people in the room were looking at him.

Huang Haibo stood not far away, holding an unfastened belt in his hand, his mouth slightly open.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Qilin asked, his voice very normal.

"N-nothing," Huang Haibo said, snapping out of his daze as he buckled his belt around his waist, muttering, "I just think—you're way too skilled at this."

Zhang Qilin looked at Huang Haibo's outfit, which wasn't fully on yet.

The Y-shaped strap is crooked, the buckle on the left is in the wrong position, the waist belt is a bit loose, and one of the leg straps is not tied tightly enough and has started to slip down.

Zhang Qilin walked over.

He walked up to Huang Haibo and stood still.

Huang Haibo was half a head shorter than him and was looking up at him with a complicated expression.

He is also a well-known acting fanatic in the industry, but compared to Zhang Qilin's current state of being immersed in the role, he suddenly felt that he still had a lot to learn.

Zhang Qilin remained silent.

He reached out and first unfastened the buckle on the left side of Huang Haibo's Y-shaped suspenders that was fastened incorrectly, then refastened it.

He didn't say a word throughout the entire process.

Huang Haibo remained silent.

He just stood there, letting Zhang Qilin help him organize his equipment, like a new recruit standing in front of a veteran.

Zhang Qilin stood up, took a step back, looked Huang Haibo up and down, and nodded slightly.

Then he turned around and walked up to Gao Hu.

Gao Hu instinctively straightened his body.

After he had finished organizing everyone's equipment, he turned and walked towards the door. Before leaving, he turned back to the crowd and said, "It's time to go on stage."

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