So that's what it was about.
Zhuang Sheng's original role was that of a somewhat roguish and handsome unemployed hoodlum, a brainless pretty face who sold his looks. But Gu Wenhua made some drastic changes, keeping the unemployed and brainless aspects, but removing the roguish and handsome traits.
Zhuang Sheng had long aimed for an idol image, and this kind of role was absolutely unsuitable for him. Therefore, after the script was revised, he was the first artist to be replaced.
Although displeased with Zhuang Sheng's barging in, Shang Yechu decided to hold her temper for the time being, considering that Zhuang Sheng had fought for her last time. She would judge by his actions, not his intentions.
"The casting change was a joint decision between the director and the company, and it wasn't intended to target anyone," Shang Yechu said coldly. "Get out of here immediately, and don't let it happen again."
Zhuang Sheng retorted indignantly, "I asked Director Gu, and he said you agreed to it!"
Although Gu Wenhua took over the casting process after the script revision, Shang Yechu still made the final decisions. Gu Wenhua would compile a list of the actors she had selected and present it to Shang Yechu for review, who would then decide whether to keep or discard them.
Gu Wenhua has a very professional eye for casting. Shang Yechu only eliminated a few artists with questionable private morals to prevent the movie from becoming a "club of scandal-ridden celebrities" in the future. The rest were all approved.
Zhuang Sheng wasn't the only one who got kicked out, but he was the only one who dared to come knocking on their door.
To be honest, Shang Yechu admired this kind of courage. If the person displaying this courage wasn't herself, Shang Yechu would be happy to see such a scene.
"I agreed to it, so what?"
The revised script remains top secret, and Shang Yechu cannot directly tell Zhuang Sheng why he was kicked out. He can only say briefly: "Your image doesn't quite match the character in the script. Besides, you haven't reached the point where you need to play an ugly role. You're going to take the idol route in the future, so playing this role won't do you any good."
Of course, Shang Yechu and Ji Juntao hadn't forgotten Zhuang Sheng's feat of drinking four bottles of baijiu at a social gathering; they wouldn't let him vomit into the toilet for nothing. Ji Juntao was considering giving Zhuang Sheng a script for a web series and would tell him once things settled down on "Rules Street."
If Zhuang Sheng had any sense, he would have obediently apologized and left after hearing this. Unfortunately, Shang Yechu overestimated his emotional intelligence and underestimated his persistence.
Zhuang Sheng's eyes widened instantly, his anger practically spitting out.
He stared intently at Shang Yechu for three seconds, then suddenly began tearing at his clothes!
Shang Yechu was startled, thinking that another mascot had come to deliver firecrackers to her door. Fortunately, Zhuang Sheng only took off his clothes and did not do anything inappropriate to Shang Yechu.
Zhuang Sheng quickly tore off his coat and threw it aside before striding up to Shang Yechu.
"I don't need any image!" Zhuang Sheng shouted. "Sister Ye, others may not understand, but you should understand me—I'm an actor, and all I want to do is act!"
Zhuang Sheng squatted down, knelt on one knee in front of Shang Yechu, and did an arm-raising gesture often done by bodybuilders, showing Shang Yechu his shoulders and arms up close.
Zhuang Sheng's shoulders and arms were taut like a bow, his muscles bulging and powerful, clearly defining the lines of his wheat-colored skin. Beads of sweat rolled on his firm skin, exuding an indescribable youthful energy and hormones.
Remarkably well-defined muscles. Only young people can have that kind of physique.
“I know what kind of character that is.” Zhuang Sheng stared stubbornly into Shang Yechu’s eyes. “From the day the news of the character came out, I started building muscle and working out. This is the result of three months of work. If you don’t believe me, I can show you other places.”
As Zhuang Sheng spoke, he reached out to lift the shirt over his stomach, presumably to show Shang Yechu his abs.
The summer heat was intense, and with Zhuang Sheng so close, his hot breath was practically hitting Shang Yechu's face. It was not only stuffy, but it would also be embarrassing if outsiders saw them.
Shang Yechu quickly stood up and moved towards the window.
To prevent paparazzi from taking photos, Shang Yechu's office curtains are always drawn. Standing in the folds of the curtains, Shang Yechu coldly observed Zhuang Sheng's actions.
Zhuang Sheng stood up, one hand on the hem of her clothes, the other hanging in mid-air, a rather awkward posture.
Under Shang Yechu's cold gaze, anything he did next seemed inappropriate, even ridiculous.
The air conditioner was blowing cold air, while warm air was blowing in from outside the window. In the quiet air, Zhuang Sheng's hand slowly fell to his sides.
"Is the performance over?"
Shang Yechu said calmly.
Zhuang Sheng opened his mouth: "Sister Ye..."
Shang Yechu crossed her arms over her chest: "Who taught you this act? Didn't your previous agent leave already?"
Zhuang Sheng's expression slowly froze: "..."
A warm breeze blew through the curtains, warming Shang Yechu's back and intensifying her initial anxiety. Since starting to prepare for making the cakes, Shang Yechu hadn't slept more than six hours a day. Ruguan, Hengshi, the company, Shengwen's residence, Xingfu Commercial Street, Gu Wenhua's apartment, her own apartment—countless places—she was constantly on the go, spinning like a top. A mountain of problems were lining up, waiting for her to solve them. Just when she finally managed to rest for a while in the office, Zhuang Sheng dared to barge in and play a trick on her!
Shang Yechu could have reasoned with Zhuang Sheng in a gentler way, but now, she was annoyed. She was very impatient and just wanted to get rid of him in the fastest, most efficient, and most ruthless way possible.
Shang Yechu gracefully stepped forward and stood opposite Zhuang Sheng.
"Don't you need an image?" Shang Yechu repeated softly.
The next second, Shang Yechu raised her hand and directly knocked Zhuang Sheng's hat off!
The baseball cap fell to the ground, revealing Zhuang Sheng's hair with a few strands of blue highlights.
Zhuang Sheng was startled and subconsciously reached out to touch her head—
Zhuang Sheng froze.
Hats can deform an artist's hairstyle, and for idol artists who pay attention to their appearance, it's an instinct ingrained in their bones to straighten their hair back to its original shape as soon as they take off their hats.
With just one action, Zhuang Sheng's words were completely refuted, leaving him with no way to refute them!
Shang Yechu bent two fingers and tapped Zhuang Shenggu's bulging biceps with his knuckles: "You've been training for three months?"
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