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Chapter 312 The delayed actor(1/2)

In fact, Luo Zhixiang also performed exceptionally.

He is afraid.

Qian Chen looks so young, and he has been famous for many years.

If you don't perform well, you have to ask Qian Chen to teach you.

That's really shameless.

Therefore, he exerted himself so much that even the aunt forgot her words and said "Why didn't you tell me earlier" several times, but he still caught it.

My dick exploded.

Mr. Luo, do you know that your dick is exploding?

Qian Chen was so impressed by such a perfect performance.

If it were him playing this role.

It's also difficult for him to act so well.

Of course, the aunts who acted with him were also very complimentary.

Everyone around me was laughing so hard.

Including Zhou Xingxing.

On the contrary, Luo Zhixiang was able to hold back his laughter when he was acting.

Could this be another actor who was delayed by singing?

You have to manage your time well.

If you use your time away from singing to act, you will become an actor sooner or later.

Or simply give up this dead-end career of singing.

"Okay, let's call it a day!" Zhou Xingxing was very satisfied with today's performance.

The progress is also very good.

It's considered overachieved.

It was already very late and everyone was a little hungry.

After staying up late at night, I usually don't care about food, I just focus on the meal at ten o'clock, but there will be extra money, so everyone can solve it by themselves.

So Qian Chen suggested going to Daqian Restaurant.

Just make a phone call.

Daqian Restaurant closes at 10:30 p.m., but if there is business in the middle of the night, the chef can work overtime.

The crew can pay for their meals.

At least I didn't feel bad about spending my own money.

Doing business with film crews is much more profitable than doing business with individual customers. Zheng Chuanhe quite likes these businesses that come in in the middle of the night.

At around three o'clock in the evening, a group of people sat at the table.

The main creator and some behind the scenes.

About ten people can fit in even if they squeeze in a little bit.

It's a pity that the atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit depressing, mainly because Zhou Xingxing was dull.

"Come on, Brother Luo, I'll give you a toast." Qian Chen was convinced by this person today.

He can act in other people's dramas as well.

Mr. Kong is not good at this.

No matter how much makeup he puts on, he still can't portray that kind of temperament.

He is not empty enough.

No kidney deficiency either.

At this time, Qian Gongyang was full of yang and his internal energy was strong, and he couldn't get up even if he wanted to.

In order to play the role of Tang Monk, he also lost a lot of weight.

Otherwise, it will be more masculine.

"Just call me Zhuzhu, let's do it!" Luo Zhixiang had already given up on Qian Chen.

Don’t reach out and hit the smiling person.

People didn't have anything bad to say about him.

Maybe I can get him to play with me when I have time.

"Uh, Brother Pig!" Qian Chen didn't understand why someone would give him such a nickname.

Look at his nickname.

Changyang layman.

How domineering and arrogant.

"If I have a chance, I'd like to ask you to write a song."

Luo Zhixiang took the opportunity to say.

"Haha, I'm actually not a professional. I can only put it together when I get inspiration occasionally." Qian Chen was habitually modest.

To be honest, if Mr. Shenxu really could afford the money, he wouldn't mind helping to compose one.

"Teacher Li Guanqi, come here, I respect you too." Qian Chen clinked glasses with Li Guanqi and asked: "The crew of "A Chinese Ghost Story 4" seems to be holding a celebration banquet, have you been invited?"

Not everyone is eligible to attend the celebration banquet.

That's why Qian Chen asked this question.

If Li Guanqi didn't receive the invitation, he could help say hello.

The celebration banquet actually doesn’t matter.

The most important thing is to give out red envelopes.

If we celebrate success, everyone should be happy.

"Invited, invited, thank you, Teacher Qian Chen." Li Guanqi quickly stood up and had a drink with Qian Chen.

"That's good." Qian Chen drank it all in one gulp.

"I feel ashamed to say that I have been busy lately, and I haven't even been able to watch our movie." Li Guanqi finished his drink, sat back in his seat, and said with emotion.

"Submit!" What else could Qian Chen say?

Li Guanqi doesn't promote anything, and he doesn't have an agent to help him find work. He's still so busy that he can't even spare time to watch movies.

Comparing people to each other will really piss people off, okay?

"Maybe one day I can win the Best Supporting Actor award," Su Qi said.

"It's not impossible to win the Best Actor Award!" Zhou Xingxing is very keen and thinks more highly of this veteran actor than Su Qi.

The only difference between Li Guanqi and Li Guanqi is his age and appearance.

But literary films don’t care about this.

On the contrary, it is even more difficult for young and handsome men to be involved in art films.

It is easier to win awards when you are in your fifties or sixties.

"Don't dare, don't dare think." Li Guanqi quickly modestly said.

He was just looking for someone.

Why did he act to such an extent that he won the Best Supporting Actor and even the Best Actor Award?

After these days of hard searching.

It also allowed him to find some clues.

The man who sells calligraphy at the stall is young, likes to wear ancient costumes, and has a bookish atmosphere.

That suit of clothes was rented from a prop shop in Hengdian.

Li Guanqi asked his boss, and based on his description, he even drew a portrait.

After the boss looked at them, he said they were 70 to 80% similar.

Unfortunately, I asked many people but couldn't find it.

Hey, Teacher Qian Chen seems to be a group performer too.

"Teacher Qian Chen, have you seen this person? He is also an extra in our Hengdian store." Li Guanqi took out the portrait from his pocket and unfolded it for Qian Chen to take a look at.

Qian Chen stared at the people in the painting again and again.

After thinking about it carefully, I still shook my head apologetically: "I have no impression, there are too many extras, and many people leave Hengdian every day."
To be continued...
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