At first, his voice was low, as if it was a dark night hanging in the sky. Even if the heroic posture of Aragon was described, it was a little tragic. Then, the voice became louder and louder, with a hint of excitement, as if passing through the sky. Then, the passionate mood became higher and higher. When the sentence "The ancient warriors are resurrected and will assist King Hierudon to win the battle", it became even more wild, giving people the feeling of really seeing the knights in the novel reunite towards the orcs.

At the end, his tone was already quite excited. When he shouted "Cars, rush" as King Hieuson, he was like he was making the last roar, and the whole office was echoing.

So, when Sean finally finished reciting, with a snap, Jackson picked up an unputted cup from the beginning and landed it on the coffee table. After shaking it for a few times, it almost fell down, and the water inside didn't move at all.

"God..." After a moment, Jackson who was staring at Sean was stunned and finally exclaimed, "This is really the best recitation I have heard."

"Thank you, it's just that I need to remember this part clearly, and I have acted in some stage plays before." Sean said in a modest tone.

"By the way, which plot do you like the most? Which character?" Jackson asked in thought.

"Well... let's say that, Mr. Jackson..."

"Call me Peter."

"Okay, Peter, let me put it this way, I don't have a fixed plot or character I like. In fact, I don't think Mr. Tolkien's level of character creation is high, nor do I think his writing is beautiful. Strictly speaking, Mr. Tolkien's description is very dry and plain, so what I like is his amazing idea."

"Can you...be more careful?"

"Simple, what attracted me the most about the entire series was Mr. Tolkien's construction of the entire Middle-earth world. From myths and legends to the continental layout to the customs and customs, he designed them in great detail, and even made up language for the elves. Every race in Middle-earth has a unique place. When people read it carefully, they would unconsciously outline the pictures of Charles, Gondor, Aisinger, Rivendell and other places, as well as the images of various heroes.

But the text is limited after all, and it is impossible to fully express the grandeur of Middle-earth. People's imagination is also limited by knowledge. Moreover, there are 1,000 Hamlets in a thousand people, so only movies can do it if everyone wants to feel the charm of Middle-earth. This is why when I heard that the Lord of the Rings trilogy would be made into a movie, the person in charge was also a passionate book fan, who wanted to play one of the characters in it anyway."

Sean finally stopped when he said this, looking at Peter Jackson, and spread his hands sincerely.

"You touched me, Sean." After a while, Jackson stood up and said.

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"Very good, Sean, you performed very well, but... just a little younger." Jackson said, grabbing his head after stopping the shooting.

"I can put on old makeup if you want." Sean shrugged, wearing prop armor and long wigs, which was somewhat like a medieval knight.

"Don't worry, let's try the others." Jackson patted his shoulder, then called the makeup artist to come over and prepare to try out the elf's outfit.

Seeing Shawn leave, Jackson breathed a sigh of relief, and then knocked his head with some headache. He was excited before, but when he was in actual work, he realized that there was really no suitable role. The reason why he rejected his agent before was not entirely because of the other party's attitude.

Jackson and Sean have tried several roles, including Meri and Pipin, Rohan's commander Iomo, and Faramir, the son of the Gondor Regent, and Sean all performed remarkably. The most rare thing is that he does not look particularly strong, but after wearing armor, his temperament is quite consistent with the role, a little firm and decisive, and completely inconsistent with his age.

But the problem is that these roles have basically been decided and it is difficult to replace. For example, playing Faramir David Wenhan, who is well-known in Australia and has a good relationship with Jackson himself, has agreed to play this role. It is even more impossible for Iomo. Carl Urban is one of the few New Zealand actors in the crew. Jackson chose New Zealand as an outdoor scene. On the one hand, although the scenery is very consistent with the Middle-earth world he imagined, and on the other hand, it is also to promote his hometown, so there is almost no need to consider this.

And Sean is indeed too young - this time he did not claim his age, so even if Jackson wants to use a young man who is just 19 years old to play this role, he will be opposed by others for various reasons. What's more, he has been upset about the role of Aragon, and always feels that Stewart Townsend is a little young and it is difficult to show the calmness and kingly style of the Human Emperor.

Merry and Pipin can consider it, but both actors have signed a contract, and it is difficult to replace people without a certain appropriate reason. Otherwise, Jackson might have replaced Thoundson, not to mention that several actors have met and will soon receive the necessary training to become a hobbit together.

"Damn it, it would be great if he had come a month earlier." The fat man couldn't help but complain.

At this moment, Sean, who had already put on makeup, walked out from inside, his long golden hair was combed behind his head, his ears were slightly pointed, and he was carrying a bow and arrow, his expression was grim. He looked handsome and handsome. When he raised his chin, he had a faint arrogant temperament like an elf, which made Jackson stunned for a few seconds.

"Ha, when you look at your appearance, you will know which role you are most suitable for?" The fat man quipped.

"Really." Sean raised his eyebrows.

"Of course, let's have a show." Jackson called his assistant to get the script.

The result is that the fat man started to have a headache again. Compared with his previous images, the elf character is most suitable for Sean in terms of temperament and foreign trade. But the problem is that the candidate for Legras has also been decided, Orlando Bloom from the UK, and the contract was also signed.

"How is it, Peter? Are you still satisfied?" After Sean took off his makeup, he walked over and asked in a tone of hope.

"Very perfect, Sean, especially the image of the elf." Jackson, who had already sorted out his ideas roughly once, answered this way. Even so, he still had some ill-feeling periods.

"We have to discuss it first, Sean," he said, and then after a long time, he continued to speak hesitantly. "Frankly speaking, from a personal point of view, I really hope you can try the role of Legras in the movie, but the problem is... someone has chosen this role and has been decided."

Sean was slightly disappointed, but he didn't care too much. Then he continued his words and asked, "So what is your opinion?"

"The other characters are similar, and although there are still some uncertainties, those are obviously not suitable for you," Jackson sighed, "except for one character, Haldir."

"Hardir of Roslorian?" Sean quickly reacted.

"That's right, Haldir of Rollin, the captain of the tournament who was deeply trusted by Queen Kellandriel, died in the Holy Helmet Valley." Jackson was very satisfied with his familiarity with the novel, and then looked at him nervously.

Unexpectedly, after thinking for a while, Sean nodded: "No problem, then Haldir."

Jackson opened his eyes wide and made a few meaningless gestures, which seemed a little unbelievable.

"Remember what I said?" Sean laughed. "As long as you can leave a character that impresses the audience in this movie, it will be enough for me. I believe you can shoot the tragic Haldier."

"I really love you, Sean." After the initial surprise passed, the fat man laughed and hugged him.

So, the thing that made Jackson's headache ended, and then the thing that made Sean depressed began.

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"How many?" Sean looked at his agent in surprise, completely unable to believe the numbers he had just reported.

"You heard it right, 100,000." Frederick shrugged, his smile on his face a little bad, as if he was saying: Let's see what's not worth the loss.

"I remember...I remember... Xinyi invested 300 million to produce these trilogies." Sean stuttered.

"To be precise, it's a little over 270 million yuan. The total amount of funds for a movie is no more than 100 million yuan," Frederick continued to shrugged, "so every penny must be spent in the places where it should be spent, real scenes, special effects, and later, these are the big deals, so he had to sacrifice the actor's pay, which was what the guy who negotiated with me said."

"But... I received a 300,000 yuan salary in "The Genius Ripley", and "The God of Death" has increased to 800,000 yuan." Sean grabbed his head and said depressedly. He was not too calculating, but it felt a bit outrageous.

"That's because you are the protagonist, and the protagonist naturally needs to be treated as the protagonist. I asked, your friend, Eliya Wood, the salary is about 200,000 yuan per episode." The agent's tone became faster and faster. "Of course, I'm not sure, I just asked a little, and you, now this role is just a supporting role, and a small supporting role. The other party also said that it was the care of the fat man in New Zealand who gave him a 100,000 yuan."

"It means that if I hadn't had a good relationship with Peter, the treatment would have been lower?" Sean frowned.

"Yes, they have always calculated their salary by hour." Frederick shrugged for the third time.

Sean couldn't help but moan, and reached out to cover his forehead: "If it's just a 100,000 yuan salary, it's better not to accept it."

"I've said a long time ago that you're wasting your time," Frederick spread his hands.

"Wait!" Sean suddenly thought of something, looked up at the agent, then waved to him, and after he came over, he said a few words in his ear.

"What?" Frederick then opened his eyes wide, his mouth twitched, and obviously heard some whimsical idea again.

"This is impossible. Don't forget that you can only be considered a second-tier actor now, or even a second-tier actor. Unless "Genius Ripley" sells well and you get an Oscar nomination, you don't even want to talk to them about this issue." The agent shook his head.

"Why don't we give it a try?" Sean changed his relaxed tone. "How can we know if we can succeed if we don't give it a try? Haven't we always been like this?"
Chapter completed!