I'm just an actor

Chapter 7 Signing
The cause of the incident was the chatting in the spare time of filming.

Xu Qing: "Don't you have to go to class?"

Xu Rong: "No, I'm taking a break from school, and I'm going to go back to prepare for the exam after I save enough tuition."

Xu Qing: "Suspension?"

Xu Rong: "Well, come out to earn tuition fees."

Xu Qing: "Then have you earned enough?"

Xu Rong: "It's probably not close. Brother Li said that if I plan to take the art school, I have to apply for a training class. I guess I can take two more plays."

Xu Qing: "Do you know a lot of directors and producers?"

Xu Rong: "No, I don't know any of them, it's all just luck."

Xu Qing: "Shall I introduce you to a brokerage company?"

Although Xu Rong has been out for less than a year, he feels that the growth in the past six months is more profound than the previous 17 years.

He didn't take Xu Qing's words seriously. He and Xu Qing just met by accident. Just like Zhang Fengyi, they met by chance, but in essence they were people from two worlds.

Xu Qing just said it so casually, and he just listened to it so casually, rushing to the point where he said it, not taking it seriously.

But when Xu Qing gave him a phone number, he suddenly felt that although this Aunt Xu was not young, she was really kind-hearted and really warm-hearted.

"Thank you, Miss Xu." Xu Rong sincerely thanked her. She was the first person who gave him practical help in the past year.

Xu Qing smiled, her eyes slightly narrowed into a crescent shape, revealing two shallow dimples, and said: "No, just a friend asked, so I recommended you."

Xu Rong nodded, and at the same time vaguely understood a truth, he flattered Zhang Fengyi, it was quite utilitarian, the purpose was to ask him to guide him in acting, he also tried to get in touch with Jiang Wen, but he put a cold ass on his hot face.

Holding the note, he suddenly realized that doing things can be utilitarian, but being a human being can't be utilitarian.

For Zhang Fengyi, he asked for something, but what he got was just a few words of advice. For Xu Qing, he never asked for anything, but received unexpected help.

He didn't know the importance of this helping hand, but at least it was a hope for him at this moment.

Just like the crew of "Migrant Workers of Survival" last time, there was no farewell, and they left quietly.

After packing her luggage, Xu Rong boarded the train going north early in the morning.

When he arrived in the capital, he first found a place to live, and then spent huge sums of money to buy himself a big item, a PHS mobile phone.

I fiddled with the phone for a while, both out of curiosity and at the same time to cheer myself up.

When there is no expectation, I don't feel that there is anything to worry about, but once I have expectations, I start to worry about gains and losses.

After nearly ten minutes, he dialed the phone.

A waxy voice came from the phone: "Hello, this is Hairun, may I ask who you are?"

Xu Rong hurriedly said: "Hi, I'm Xu Rong, introduced by Teacher Xu Qing."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The phone fell into a brief silence, and after a while, Nuo Nuo's voice said again: "Hi, are you there?"

"Here I am."

"Come here at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. The address is."

Xu Rong responded, and the other person hung up the phone with a "click", followed by a busy tone of "beep beep".

After hanging up the phone, he immediately searched for news about "Hairun" on the Internet. The more he looked at it, the more uncertain he felt, especially the various "biggest in the country" names, which made him feel even more stressed about tomorrow's trip.

Aunt Xu's casual mention is a bit powerful.

But when he arrived at Hairun's gate the next day, he was calm again. The crew of "The Wind and Cloud of the Great Qing Dynasty" is not just full of big names, but what does it have to do with him?
No matter how big Hairun's signboard is, it's not your own, is it?
Because Xu Rong's hair hadn't grown out yet, she was wearing a black peaked cap, and before she entered the door, she was stopped by two burly security guards.

"I'm looking for Guo Si, I made an appointment yesterday."

"Wait here."

In Xu Rong's imagination, the one with such a waxy voice must be an extremely cute girl, but when he saw a round, short-haired girl wearing black-rimmed glasses getting out of the elevator and waving at him, he froze. up.

"Xu Rong." Guo Si ran a few steps, came to the front, took a breath, and said sweetly, "You are Xu Rong, right? Come on, follow me.

Listening to the same waxy voice, Xu Rong looked at the figure walking in front that was nearly twice as wide as her own, and forcibly suppressed the surprised expression that shouldn't appear on this occasion.

In the elevator, Guo Si was not tall, looked up at him slightly, and said: "I will take you to see Mr. Chang Jihong first, she is a well-known manager and the general manager of the company, by the way , what is your relationship with Teacher Xu Qing?"

"The same crew has filmed a movie before." Xu Rong didn't make any nonsense, and said bluntly.

Guo Si nodded clearly and said, "Oh."

On the sixth floor, Guo Si led him to the frosted glass office in the innermost room, and knocked twice with his hand.

"Come in."

The voice from the room was very gentle. It sounded quite old. Xu Rong reckoned that he must be over 40 years old.

Chang Jihong is not tall, has short hair, is fat, has small eyes, also wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and looks quite kind.

"Hello, Teacher Chang."

"sit down."

Chang Jihong observed him for a while, and when Xu Rong felt a little embarrassed, she suddenly shook her head and said with a smile: "You have a good image, but you are not suitable for being an actor. Are you interested in changing careers and becoming a manager?"

This is not the first time Xu Rong heard this kind of words, and she was mentally prepared, without even thinking about it, she shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chang, I still want to be an actor."

Chang Jihong wasn't angry, but instead showed an inexplicable smile on his face and said, "Why, do you love acting?"

"No." Xu Rong shook his head again and said, "Quick money."

The gentleness on Chang Jihong's face froze, and it took a while before he said: "It's the first time I've met someone as honest as you, and I don't need to talk nonsense like you love acting."

"So be it."

Chang Jihong pondered for a moment, then turned to Guo Si who was standing aside and said, "Xiao Guo, take him to go through the formalities. Didn't the upstairs ask for someone two days ago? You can choose one."

"Okay, leader."

At noon, Xu Rong walked out of the building with a script and a contract.

He could see that the reason why Chang Jihong signed him was probably because of Aunt Xu's favor.

Maybe he feels that he has no future. The contract period is only three years, which is incomparable to the current long-term contract of seven or ten years.

In Guo Si's free time with the contract stamped, he had already read the outline of the script.

Under the current general trend that emotional dramas account for a considerable proportion of any drama, this is a drama that is destined to be impossible to become popular, and he took one of the less important roles, no matter how you look at it, it seems a bit like dismissing beggars.

But he didn't care too much. After filming this movie, in a short time, at least he didn't have to worry about money.

He has about [-] episodes of more than five scenes, [-] episodes, and a total salary of [-].

The brokerage company took [-]% of the money, but because the film itself was invested by Hairun Film and Television, it was equivalent to left-handed and right-handed.

The remaining [-]% brokers will have to take another [-]% and then pay the tax, which will be in the early [-].

enough.

Before stepping onto the bus, he glanced at the title of the script.

"Bright Sword".

The production crew is scheduled to start production in mid-to-late December, and there are still three months to go, but Xu Rong has no plans to go home.

Guo Si had already told him clearly that the company would give him three to five roles to test the waters. If there is improvement, it will increase resource investment in the future. If not, the contract almost does not exist.

In a short period of time, he doesn't have to worry about finances, but reporting to work must be on the agenda.

It is now September, and in half a year, he will take the art test. About three months after the art test, the college entrance examination will be held.

He was not too worried about the unified examination, but he was quite uncertain about the art examination.

Considering that he would stay in the capital for a while, he wandered around for a long time before renting a house near Nortel.

After tidying up, I took a look around Zhongxi and Nortel, and looked at the price of the training class.

Since the training fee was a bit expensive, he first bought [-] sets of cultural test papers, and locked himself in a rented house for a week.

He was going to try Li Mingjie's method, and he didn't know if it would work, but it would be fine if he tried.

After completing the test papers, he spent another 50 yuan to apply for a certificate. After several investigations, he finally came to a medium-sized training institution.

"Star Arts."

He glanced at the recruitment banner standing by the door, went through Jiang Wen's performance status in his mind, pushed the door and walked in.

Inside the door, a girl with an oval face in professional attire was sitting at the front desk. Seeing him coming in, she raised her eyes and smiled a little, and asked, "Hi, are you going to report for work?"

Xu Rong shook his head and said, "No, I'm here to apply for a teacher."

The little smile on the girl's face immediately faded away, and seeing that he was young, she asked, "Then what education do you have?"

Xu Rong didn't answer immediately, but confidently took out his student ID card from his pocket, patted it in front of the girl, and said, "It's just an ordinary school, Peking University, but it hasn't graduated yet."

"Is it not possible?" Seeing that the girl was still silent for a long time, Xu Rong asked with a frown.

The girl took a closer look at the card and said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask our supervisor to come over."

After a while, an oval-faced woman with big eyes in her twenties came out, who should be the supervisor she mentioned earlier.

"Hi, my name is Jin Fangfang."

After shaking hands with Xu Rong, Jin Fangfang asked uncertainly, "Are you here to apply for a teacher?"

Jin Fangfang is not tall, Xu Rong estimates that it is about 1.5 meters five to five six meters, definitely less than 1.6 meters, her skin is very fair, her face is round, her eyes are very big, making her other four senses extremely small.

"Yes, cultural class." Seeing that the other party's big eyes were full of doubts, Xu Rong smiled confidently, and said calmly, "You can take out a set of papers to try, science, it doesn't matter what subject you are. "

Seeing his confident appearance, Jin Fangfang was more than half convinced. She turned her big eyes and said to the oval-faced girl, "Bring me a math paper."

"it is good."

When Xu Rong listened, he was also secretly relieved, as long as he was not in English, he was right at all.

About an hour and a half later, Xu Rong finished the paper, pushed it to Jin Fangfang, and said, "Let's have a look."

Every move he made was imitating Jiang Wen, and he was extremely imposing.

After Jin Fangfang checked it carefully, she was not too surprised when she saw the score.

It would be strange if the students of Peking University could not score more than 140 in the test. Xu Rong's score was not high, only 140 three points.

She didn't think about it for too long, so she took a stack of information and handed it to Xu Rong, saying: "This is the basic information form, you can fill it out."

"We will be colleagues from now on."

Jin Fangfang's attitude changed very quickly. When Xu Rong was filling in the information, she sat aside and looked at Xu Rong's face. Although he was bald, but he looked handsome, she asked: " You look pretty good, why didn't you take the Nortel or Chinese Opera exam?"

Xu Rong didn't look up, and wrote while writing: "The college entrance examination was too high, the admissions office of Peking University blocked the door of the family, and the family took money from others, so I can't do it if I don't report it."

Jin Fangfang looked slightly suffocated, but she knew that what the other party said might be true, so she couldn't refute it.

After a pause, Jin Fangfang said again: "There are two kinds of cultural classes here, one is the class teacher, and the other is the tutor. You are still in school, so you can be the tutor?"

"how much is it?"

"One hundred a day, the specific class time needs to be negotiated with the other party, but they are generally students at school, and their work and rest hours are similar to yours."

For the first time, Xu Rong clearly realized that knowledge is wealth, and at the same time initially realized that vision determines altitude.

In the village, he never thought of being a tutor, nor did he think that knowledge could be exchanged for money. The environment he was in only made him believe that only strength and diplomas could be exchanged for remuneration.

"Row."

Xu Rong nodded, and didn't care too much about it. He didn't really come to be a teacher. The application was just a cover. His real purpose was to participate in the training for free.

(End of this chapter)