After waiting for an hour, it was Yan Mofei's turn. There was another male actor with him.
The other person was half a head shorter than him, and her whole face was filled with the feminine beauty that was popular nowadays.
She had powder on her face and lipstick on her lips. She even took out a powder puff and dusted it on her face before she walked in.
Yan Mofei: ...
It's a shame for him to compete for a role with such a person!
After entering, there were five people sitting inside: the producer, director, assistant director, screenwriter, and investor.
Yan Mofei's eyes widened. Wasn't this investor with a bulging belly and a spirited look the father that his friends described as crying like a river?
Yan Zhen looked at him as he came in, grinned at him, his eyes shining.
"Ah, I haven't seen my precious son in ages. Let daddy take a good look at him. So pitiful. He's lost so much weight fighting for such a small role. Woohoo..."
Yan Mofei: Please, someone, drag him out!
What kind of father would come to watch his own son make a fool of himself?
It was obvious that everyone didn't take the role of Male No. 8 very seriously. If the investors hadn't required an audition, they would have just picked anyone to play the role.
Seeing that there were two candidates for the role, the director could only casually ask, "Who's going first?"
The feminine man immediately raised his hand: "I, Director, I'll go first!"
The director nodded, leaned lazily in his chair, and looked at people with his head tilted.
The effeminate man walked onto the stage, pulled out a handkerchief and began sobbing.
"I beg the director and everyone to give me this opportunity. I come from the countryside, have an 80-year-old mother, and a younger brother with congenital heart disease."
"I don't have any special skills. I just want to make money and give them a better life. If I don't have this role, they will die..."
Yan Mofei stared at the man who was "acting out" with wide eyes. I asked you to act, but you come here to play the victim?
How could an eighty-year-old mother give birth to a brother younger than you!
In the audience, the screenwriter and producer looked touched and seemed very cooperative.
Yan Mofei: Are you guys in cahoots with him? Your acting is so fake.
Even he, who is notoriously bad at acting, felt that it was fake.
Finally, the person on the stage chattered for more than ten minutes, and finally finished, wiped away the tears that had not been shed with a handkerchief, and left the stage miserably.
The writers and producers applauded.
"Okay, great."
"It's true and emotional, and we lack good actors like this."
Yan Zhen glared at him and said, "What's so good about it? Isn't this character a domineering CEO? How can he look like a domineering CEO? He's not even worthy of carrying a domineering CEO's shoes!"
The screenwriter and producer immediately restrained themselves. They dared not offend the person in front of them, as he could shake their entire company with just a stomp of his foot.
The producer smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Yan, you don't know. With such good acting skills, he can play any role."
Yan Zhen also smiled and said, "Oh? Is his acting good? He cried for a long time without shedding a single tear, but he made up a complete story."
He had sharp eyes and could tell at a glance that these people were fake.
The producer was a little embarrassed and glared at the feminine man.
[You useless fellow, you didn't even bother to put some eye drops in advance.]
Yan Mofei: Ha! Sure enough, they are in the same group.
Under Yan Zhen's bright and expectant gaze, Yan Mofei went on stage.
Dad, please tone down your gaze. If I didn't know you, I'd think you were attracted to me and wanted to be with me.
Yan Zhen didn't know what Yan Mofei was thinking. He just looked at his own son and felt that he liked him more and more.
My old father loves me deeply.
The producer said coldly: "Please start your performance."
As for acting, it's always the contrast that hurts. He wanted to see how a passerby with similarly poor acting skills could interpret this role to go beyond playing the victim.
Yan Mofei remained calm. He had auditioned for this role precisely because he didn't have to act. Isn't this exactly him?
He glanced around the room, then walked confidently towards the only waitress in the room.
He fished out a card from his pocket and slapped it into the waitress's hand: "Here's five million. I'll give you the money and you'll be mine."
The waitress looked at the card. Five million!
"Are there really that many?"
"Of course, I don't have less than this amount on my card."
The waitress was very excited when she saw the handsome face: "Okay, I'll go with you." Then she reached out to hold Yan Mofei's arm.
Yan Mofei had already turned around and said to the crowd, "I'm done with my performance."
The producer and screenwriter were stunned. What kind of performance is this?
Yan Zhen suddenly stood up and clapped his hands: "Good!"
After a while, the director and assistant director also stood up and applauded.
The director echoed the praise, "Good, very good. Young man, you have captured the aura of the domineering CEO perfectly. At that moment just now, I felt that you were the domineering CEO himself."
"You fit the role perfectly, it's you!"
Producer: …
screenwriter:……
It seems that is indeed the case.
"Thank you, director, and everyone. I will definitely try my best to play this role well."
The waitress looked at the bank card in her hand and almost cried: "You were just acting. There is no five million in this card."
She took it seriously and had already thought about how to spend the money.
"The acting is real." Yan Mofei took the bank card back from her hand. "The five million is also real. Only asking you to come with me is fake."
Waitress: Actors are not human beings!
Yan Mofei's victory wasn't a huge surprise, but he was still happy to see that feminine man and his two accomplices get humiliated.
Yan Mofei heard a few unsuccessful people cursing at him, but he didn't care at all. After taking the contract, he waved goodbye to everyone.
When I left, the place was deserted. The fans also dispersed after the stars left the stage.
Only Yang Xiaoli was standing outside the car. When he saw Yan Mofei coming out, he immediately came up to him and fanned him vigorously with a fan.
"Boss, you've worked hard. Did you get the role?"
"I got it."
"Boss, you're amazing! I knew you could do it. After all, you're so popular that everyone loves you. Flowers bloom when you see them, and cars get flat tires when they see you..."
"Stop, the fan is too strong and I'm afraid you'll bite your tongue."
Yang Xiaoli snorted and continued to fan the room hard.
The car soon stopped in front of a hotel. Although Yan Mofei was just an 18th-tier celebrity, he had plenty of money.
But he has always been low-key and would not stay in a five-star hotel. This three-star hotel is okay.
[Oh, we meet again. This is fate. Looks like he just came to me.]
Beside me, that disgusting voice sounded.
Yan Mofei turned around and saw Ji Rufeng's obscene gaze, which he had not yet retracted.
vomit!
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