Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: My Childhood Sweetheart is Boss Yang

"stop!"

Cui Xinqin held the script rolled up in her hand, as if she were holding a ruler, and slammed it hard on the table.

"Yang Mi, you're playing Wang Zhaojun, not Wang Xifeng! She's going to marry a foreign ruler, to the frontier, her future uncertain, her heart filled with sorrow but also harboring a great sense of righteousness! What are you doing, rolling your eyes around like that?"

Yang Mi was wearing her training clothes, her hair was messy and tied up at the back of her head, and sweat was dripping down her slender neck.

Hearing Cui Ma's roar, she shrank back, looking as aggrieved as a quail soaked by the rain.

"Teacher Cui, I..."

"Stop talking nonsense, start over!"

Cui Xinqin was an impatient person, and at this moment she completely adopted the same attitude she had when she was training Zhao Wei and Chen Kun.

Yang Mi gritted her teeth and adjusted her state again and again.

She knew that Gu Heng had won this opportunity with real money.

That twelve million weighed heavily on her heart.

If he doesn't live up to expectations, not only will he be letting down Aunt Cui, but she will also never have the face to see Gu Heng again in her entire life.

……

On the day of the audition.

The location was chosen to be the Media Center, a favorite casting venue of CCTV.

After all, it's a major project for CCTV. Although funding was once cut off, the prestigious brand name still stands. Many cars were parked outside, and familiar faces from the industry were coming and going.

As soon as Gu Heng and Yang Mi arrived at their destination, they felt a gaze hooking at them like a hook.

"Mr. Gu, I've heard so much about you."

A young man wearing a dark shirt and with his hair neatly combed walked over. He had a smile on his face, but Gu Heng could tell that the smile was only on the surface.

Chen Sicheng.

At this time, the arrogance of a talented scholar had not been worn down by time, and was even a bit excessive. Coming from a family of cadres and being a top student at the Central Academy of Drama, he had a natural aversion to wealthy patrons like Gu Heng who brought their checkbooks into the production.

In his view, art is sacred, while capital is filthy.

But he never imagined that his ability to stand here was the result of various connections and maneuvering.

Gu Heng nodded slightly and replied politely.

"Senior Brother Chen."

"I've seen your performances; they're very inspired."

"I dare not accept such praise."

Chen Sicheng's gaze swept over Yang Mi, then landed on Gu Heng, his words carrying a double meaning, "I heard that President Gu came with a check? President Gu is really bold, unlike us poor actors who have to work ourselves to the bone to get a role."

They were practically pointing their fingers at Gu Heng and accusing him of using money to buy his way into a role.

Several child actors waiting for their scenes exchanged glances, all eager to see what would happen next.

Talented individuals versus capital – this is a rare sight indeed.

Yang Mi frowned, about to speak, when Gu Heng gently pressed down on her shoulder.

"Senior Brother Chen is joking."

"I have the checks, and I have the acting skills. These two things don't conflict, right?"

Chen Sicheng's face stiffened.

Gu Heng leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Besides, Wang Dun is a great general, not a pedantic scholar. Senior Brother Chen's physique... is a bit too thin."

After saying that, Gu Heng patted him on the shoulder and led Yang Mi straight to the waiting area.

Chen Sicheng watched the two figures disappear into the distance, his fists clenching tightly.

Madness!

We'll see how it goes during the audition!

……

Inside the casting room.

Director Chen Jialin, the producer, and the supervisor sent by CCTV sat in a row.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Chen Jialin looked at the two people who walked in, his gaze lingered on Yang Mi for a moment, and he nodded slightly, but also looked worried.

Her appearance is impeccable; this girl standing there is like a painting.

But the character of Wang Zhaojun has too much scope and too many layers.

"Let's begin." Chen Jialin didn't waste any more words. "Let's act out the scene where we leave our hometown."

This is the emotional turning point of the entire series.

From a carefree mountain girl to a peace envoy burdened with the fate of her family and country, the sense of turmoil and growth in between is extremely difficult to portray.

Yang Mi took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Countless rehearsals in the rehearsal room, Gu Heng's words under the moon that night, and that weighty contract...

All emotions converged at this moment.

Three seconds later.

Those usually bright and lively eyes were now like a still pool of water.

She didn't speak, but slowly looked around as if taking one last look at her hometown landscape. Then, she lifted her non-existent skirt and kowtowed deeply to her parents in the void.

As she stood up, a tear slid down her cheek.

The tear didn't fall down her cheek; instead, it stubbornly lingered on her eyelashes, poised to fall.

Life is as vibrant as summer flowers, death as serene as autumn leaves.

At this moment, everyone could feel the sense of heartbreak emanating from Yang Mi.

"good!"

Chen Jialin suddenly stood up.

This is the Wang Zhaojun he wanted!

No need for many lines, just this one look, that spirit and fierceness that emanates from the very core, he couldn't think of anyone else but Yang Mi.

She was even a better fit than the original group of established actresses!

"Passed!" Chen Jialin approved on the spot. "You're the female lead!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Mi's sense of desolation vanished instantly. She secretly gave Gu Heng a "V" sign, her face full of smugness.

Now, it's time for the main event.

The competition for the throne.

Chen Sicheng took a deep breath and strode to the center of the stage. He had chosen a monologue scene depicting battlefield combat.

It must be admitted that graduates from the Central Academy of Drama do have a solid foundation in basic skills.

Chen Sicheng acted with great force, or rather, too much force. He roared, rolled on the ground, waved his arms, and the veins on his neck bulged, trying to use this explosive power to cover up his frail physique.

After finishing his performance, he was drenched in sweat and looked at Gu Heng defiantly.

The assistant director nodded: "The tension is good, very passionate."

"It might be better to tighten it up a bit."

Chen Sicheng felt more confident.

He simply couldn't believe that a casual investor could act better than him, a professionally trained actor.

"Gu Heng, it's your turn," Chen Jialin said.

Gu Heng walked into the center of the field.

He pulled out a prop sword from the prop shelf next to him.

The moment Gu Heng grasped the sword hilt, his demeanor changed.

If he was a gentle and refined young master from a wealthy family just now, then he is now a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

If Chen Sicheng is playing a soldier.

Gu Heng played the role of a general.

Gu Heng flicked his wrist, and the longsword hummed.

There weren't many fancy moves; it was just a simple starting stance, but a chilling feeling of crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood washed over you.

"Those who offend the mighty Han, though far away, shall be punished."

There are only eight characters.

Gu Heng's voice was not loud; it could even be described as calm. But beneath that calm lay mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Then, the sword moved.

There are no unnecessary frills, nor any of Chen Sicheng's fancy tumbling moves designed just for aesthetic purposes.

Simple, direct, and fast!

The sword sliced ​​through the air, producing a sharp, mournful sound.

Gu Heng flicked his wrist, delivering a simple backhand thrust that was so fast it blurred the viewer's vision.

By the time everyone came to their senses, the unsharpened prop sword had already stopped an inch in front of the camera lens.

Because of the high speed, even after the sudden stop, the sword was still vibrating violently, emitting a low buzzing sound.

Chen Jialin instinctively shrank back, a layer of cold sweat seeping from his back.

That sense of oppression felt so real.

It wasn't until Gu Heng sheathed his sword and reverted to his gentle, smiling self that everyone realized what had happened.

"I've made a fool of myself."

Chen Jialin let out a long breath, his hand trembling slightly as he picked up the teacup.

He turned to look at the producer next to him and found that the other person was also shocked.

High judgment.

If Chen Sicheng is playing a general, then Gu Heng just now was that general himself.

They're not even on the same level.

Chen Sicheng's expression was as if he had swallowed a fly whole.

As an expert, he knew better than anyone what had just happened. Gu Heng completely overwhelmed him in every way, from his posture and lines to his aura.

He lost.

We lost completely, leaving no room for excuses.

"Director Chen, I think the result should be quite obvious, right?" Gu Heng asked with a smile.

Chen Jialin put down his teacup, looked at Gu Heng with a complicated expression, and finally said only one word:

"sign."

In the car.

Yang Mi was still excited, clinging to Gu Heng's arm and shaking it incessantly.

"Old Gu! You were so cool just now! Seriously!"

"That sword strike just now, swish! You didn't see Chen Sicheng's face turn green! Hahahaha!"

"I hereby unilaterally declare that from this day forward, you are my one and only idol! Huang Xiaoming and all that can step aside!"