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Gao Ye, wearing high heels, retreated to the waiting area, her legs together and her hands resting neatly on her knees.

Those eyes, which were originally known for their aloofness in the industry, were now glued to Wang Ye, unable to look away for even an inch.

Wang Ye chewed on his cola straw, flipping through the last few actor files in his hand.

The auditions proceeded very quickly.

With Shang Hongdie, a top-tier producer who dominates the Chinese entertainment industry, in charge, and Wang Ye, an executive assistant director with a sharp eye who picks on troublemakers, those who got in through connections were completely weeded out.

An Xin, the core character, was finally secured when the fifth person was tested.

The person who entered was a young actor named Zhang Ze who had been performing in plays at the Beijing People's Art Theatre for seven years.

He was wearing a gray jacket with a frizzy collar, and he walked with a slightly hunched back, his eyes filled with the stubbornness and weariness typical of a low-level police officer.

A performance without props in the interrogation room, a confrontation with thin air, without a single scream, relying entirely on the slight trembling of the Adam's apple and the unconscious tapping of the fingers on the table.

Xu Jizhou slapped his thigh loudly beside him.

"It's settled."

Wang Ye immediately handed over the file folder.

"An Xin, you're the one. Go back and work out your lines. Your salary will be based on a standard contract for top-tier actors."

The young actor was so moved that he bowed three times to the judges' panel and left with tears in his eyes.

Next up is Xu Jiang.

A burly, middle-aged actor who usually plays villains in serious dramas set in Northeast China walked in.

Wearing a floral shirt and a gold necklace as thick as a finger around his neck, he exuded a strong, ruthless, and street-smart aura, bringing his violent state from smashing bottles in the nightclub to its peak.

The role of Gao Qisheng was chosen to be that of a top student from the Central Academy of Drama who wears frameless glasses, is refined and gentle, yet exudes a gloomy and ruthless aura.

It took more than three hours to complete.

The supporting roles section has been largely emptied.

The puzzle pieces of veteran actors Cao Chuang, Li Xiang, Chen Tai, and Meng Dehai have all been put back in place.

The basic framework of the entire "Raging Storm" production team has been almost completed.

However, the blank form at the very center of the judging table remained empty.

The male lead is Gao Qiqiang.

The true soul totem of the entire series.

From a humble street vendor reeking of fish on the old factory street to a powerful underworld figure cloaked in a coat, dominating the Jinghai area.

Spanning a full twenty years, the character embodies a complex mix of extreme and contradictory emotions: a servile and subservient individual, a patient and ruthless one, and a domineering and violent one.

Xu Jizhou rubbed his temples until they were red, then slumped in his chair and sighed.

"No, Mr. Wang."

"Those Best Actor nominees who just came in did have a commanding presence when playing the gangster bosses in the later stages, but if you put them in the role of Gao Qiqiang, who was killing fish in the early stages, they would just have to wash away the air of a wealthy big star."

"And those actors who are used to playing street vendors can't carry off the oppressive feeling of a ruthless crocodile when they put on a suit and coat."

"If Gao Qiqiang can't hold his own, this show is doomed to fail as soon as it starts filming."

Xu Jizhou was so worried that he almost pulled his hair out.

Wang Ye leaned back in his large swivel chair and rubbed his temples.

This is indeed a sinkhole.

Zhang Songwen's performance in the parallel world is unrepeatable.

Finding an exact replacement in this world is no less difficult than finding a wild Ultraman on the street.

Just as the entire venue fell into dead silence.

Shang Hongdie, who had been sitting upright to Wang Ye's right, suddenly moved.

She was wearing a dark gray fitted suit skirt today.

Her tall, slender figure, standing at 1.74 meters, leaned slightly forward, and the subtle fragrance of mature cigars and camellias instantly filled Wang Ye's nostrils.

Shang Hongdie extended her hand, adorned with a ruby ​​ring, and gently placed it on the back of Wang Ye's hand.

She lowered her voice, her narrow phoenix eyes gleaming.

"Boss, are you thinking too narrowly?"

Wang Ye turned to look at her.

"How so?"

Shang Hongdie pursed her luscious red lips.

"You only think of yourself as an investor and assistant director, and believe that the director should sit behind the monitor and shout 'Action'."

"But there's no rule in the industry that investors can't get involved and act themselves."

"When you were acting with Gao Ye just now, the energy you had really made me shudder."

"That look in his eyes, one second it was like the mud of the old factory street being trampled on by everyone, the next it was like a beast that wanted to devour the entire Jinghai."

"Looking at the entire Chinese entertainment industry, which Best Actor can deliver that level of explosive power in just two minutes?"

"Boss, how about... you play Gao Qiqiang yourself?"

Shang Hongdie had just finished speaking.

The room fell silent, as if everyone was pondering this.

Standing behind her, Gao Ye's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and she clasped her hands together in front of her chest.

"Chairman Wang!"

Gao Ye strode over from the waiting area, her high heels clicking crisply on the ground.

"Chairman Wang, President Shang is absolutely right!"

"When you were holding my hand just now, and I was choking you, saying 'Sister-in-law, you're being a little too gentle,' that was so right!"

"That sense of oppression didn't seem to be acted out!"

"If you were to play Gao Qiqiang, I, as your sister-in-law, would act opposite you, and I guarantee I'd give it my all in every scene!"

Xu Jizhou, who was sitting on the left, jumped up from his chair.

He pushed up his reading glasses, stared at Wang Ye's face, slapped his forehead, and yelled strangely.

"Oh right! How could I have forgotten about Chairman Wang!"

"Just now, for a moment, Chairman Wang was practically Gao Qiqiang himself crawling out of the script!"

"With that charisma and that explosive power, why would we need to find outside actors?!"

He listened to the barrage of flattery from three people around him.

Wang Ye's hand, holding the Coke cup, froze in mid-air.

Yes.

Why can't I act myself?

He had over a billion yuan in cash in his bank account and possessed the acting skills of a top-tier actor gifted by the system.

And you also have a god-level lens eye at your side.

This setup is at an unprecedented level in the global film and television industry, practically a cheat code.

I was indeed trapped by traditional thinking before, and subconsciously felt that being a behind-the-scenes boss counting money was the most comfortable thing.

But playing a satisfying underworld godfather role like Gao Qiqiang, and incidentally keeping his sister-in-law Gao Ye completely under his thumb both on and off screen, is much more interesting than playing video games in the dorm every day.

Wang Ye stroked his chin, lost in thought.

but……

"Director Xu, I'm too handsome and too young."

Wang Ye began to indulge in narcissism without changing his expression.

"It's no problem for someone in their early twenties to play a fishmonger in the early stages of a drama. Just change into a tattered vest, smear some mud on it, and you're good to go."

"But in his later middle age, Gao Qiqiang, in his forties or fifties, had graying temples and a face full of the hardships and dignity of the martial arts world."

"The difference in hardware conditions is quite significant."

Shang Hongdie burst out laughing.

A mature, sophisticated charm emanated from her eyes and brows, while her chest heaved violently.

"My good boss, what era are we living in? Our Future Era Film and Television Base employs a top-notch physical effects makeup team from Hollywood."

"Don't even mention turning you into a forty-year-old mob boss; even if you were an eighty-year-old man, your skin pores and age spots could be made flawlessly."

"As long as your micro-expressions and body language are up to par, special effects makeup is a piece of cake."

Xu Jizhou nodded repeatedly.

"Makeup and styling are absolutely no problem!"

"The most essential element is Shen Yun!"

"Mr. Wang, as long as you nod, I'll have my legal department print out the contract for the male lead immediately. You can fill in the salary however you like!"

Wang Ye leaned back in his chair, looking at the admiration and fervor in Gao Ye's eyes, and then at Shang Hongdie's expectant face.

Fine.

It's time to act like an elder.

"become."

Wang Ye snapped his fingers.

"I've taken Gao Qiqiang's call."

"However, let me make this clear from the start: on-set scheduling is up to Director Xu, but the script, dialogue, and core character development must follow my understanding."

"If anyone doesn't act well and drags the film down, even if they're a big star, I'll still yell at them on set."

Gao Ye immediately stood at attention and bowed slightly.

"Don't worry, Chairman Wang, your sister-in-law is ready to follow your brother's orders at any time."

As Gao Ye uttered this pun, an alluring blush rose to her earlobes.

The roles have been finalized.

Xu Jizhou, holding the list, rushed off to notify the production team to finalize the contracts.

Shang Hongdie, wearing high heels, moved closer to Wang Ye's side, her red lips almost touching his earlobe.

"Boss, the filming location for this movie isn't in Beijing."

"The production team scouted locations beforehand, and in order to recreate the everyday life of a coastal town in the 1990s, the main filming location was set in Jiangmen, Guangdong."

"The main crew will be chartering a plane to head south next week."

"Is it possible to leave your university?"

Hearing this, Wang Ye felt a headache coming on.

Jiangmen.

Traveling thousands of kilometers, this group will stay for at least one or two months.

I am now, at least, a freshman at the Capital Normal University Kede College, and also the class's sports and cultural representative.

He skipped two months of classes right after the start of the semester to go to another province to film a movie.

If someone else had applied for this leave, the academic affairs office would have torn it up and smeared it on their face.

Fortunately, though.

He still had something on that beautiful counselor.

Wang Ye smiled and casually put his baseball cap on his head.

"It's nothing."

"I'll have a detailed discussion with the counselor."

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