Chapter 402 Assumptions

Author: I'm Red

Chapter 402 Assumptions

Xu Rong did not start writing immediately, and he was actually not sure whether his guess was correct or not.

As far as he knows, every actor who reaches a certain level of experience or mainly experience has doubted the correctness of the Sri Lanka system, theories, methods, and even doubts everything he has learned at a certain period of time.

Some of the peers who have developed themselves completely faded out of the industry because of their ideas and beliefs, while others have persisted silently because of their initiative or passiveness, like ships that have lost their direction in the darkness and can only sail by their feelings. As time accumulates, they gradually realize that the Shrine theory is the ever-extinguishing beacon. When they think back on this period of self-doubt, they always sigh at their ignorance and immaturity.

Just as many of the top physicists gradually transformed into the most devout theologians after entering their later years, the characteristics of the St. Theory's own system inevitably made the actors feel self-doubted.

Xu Rong knew this common phenomenon very clearly, and in order to avoid repeating the same mistakes, he always attached importance to basic skills, because his past colleagues often began with the fundamental basis of "experience". And according to him, once doubt arises, it will take at least two to three years to get out.

Occasionally, he would also envy those artists who are difficult to determine whether they can be called actors. They will never encounter similar confusions throughout their lives. What is even more abnormal is that these people can act in a row and do not need to reserve time for adjustment. If he can also achieve this, his annual salary alone can reach at least 200 million yuan.

Save time, trouble, effort and money quickly.

But Xu Rong clearly understood that doing so was just overdrawing the money for at least ten years in the next year.

Judging from the attitude towards the work, the mentality of domestic actors is roughly divided into four categories.

The first type is to cherish their reputation and pay special attention to the script. Even if it is a favor, you will never accept it as long as you think the script is not good enough. There are two types of people in this type of person. One is to play various types of characters, and the other is to play only one type of role.

The second category is that at least one drama will be released within one to three years. As the degree of film and television industrialization becomes higher and higher, the speed of artists' renewal is getting faster and faster. If they do not appear in the public's vision for a long time, it is easy to be forgotten by the audience, and the audience forgets and is unexpectedly ignored by the industry. Therefore, in order to maintain competitiveness, a drama must be released within three years, and the quality of such actors' works is not so stable, because although some dramas are of poor quality, they are already the best-quality scripts they receive in comparison.

The third category is that there is no requirement for scripts at all. The standard for taking on roles only depends on the investment amount, because investment means publicity and promotion, platform, screening and attention. Such films can still attract huge attention even if they are bad movies.

The fourth category is relatively simple, and you will take on any script you receive.

The four types of actors do not have the level of professionalism. Some people have extremely poor levels, but they have always been able to maintain the style of an "old artist", which makes investors curse their wives and dislikes all day long. Some are obviously outrageous in their professionalism, but they just can't get the show.

Next to her head, Song Yi lay on the side of the table, holding a calculator, pressing "dadada" while recording something on the notebook.

Opposite the two, Yuan Yu, with a thin face, was playing with the building blocks as if he was doing a chemical experiment.

Xu Xing rested earlier this year, but in fact she would rather go to the notice. Xu Rong had no parents, no brothers, and her grandfather's legs and feet were inconvenient. Therefore, when he was still in the crew, many things that the man had to do when he had to get married were almost all the things that the man had to do when he got married were doing by her and her parents.

For the first time, she discovered that getting married was not as beautiful as she thought, because she was so tired.

For example, clothes, in addition to the best man and bridesmaid's clothing, she almost broke her legs by buying clothes. Her sister-in-law alone had to prepare a veil, a main wedding dress, a light wedding dress, and three wedding dresses. In addition, toasts, two sets of welcomed dresses, wedding underwear, traceless underwear, and shoes with different wedding dresses, etc. In addition to these, she also had to worry about the dresses of her brother, grandfather, parents, and Xiao Zhang's parents.

But these things only account for a very small proportion of the entire wedding!

Fortunately, Sister Fangfang transferred more than a dozen people from the studio, otherwise she wouldn't know what to do.

Song Yi did not have a particularly obvious feeling. In the yard, Xu Rong was her teacher and leader, and in the film and television industry, Xu Rong was a senior. Moreover, her parents often told him to hold Xu Rong's thighs tightly and never let him run away.

She envies some people, who seem to be born with good speaking, and are always so "eye-sighted" and can handle various complex relationships. She also wants to be a person with "high emotional intelligence" in everyone's eyes, but as my parents said, she is naturally stupid and does some hard work honestly.

"Where are Xiao Zhang and the others?"

"Oh, Yuan Shanshan and Yang Mi's shoes are a little small, they're going to change them."

Xu Rong was not curious about Song Yi, who often spent the night at home, who appeared here, but what he didn't expect was that Yuan Yu actually came, so he said, "When did you come, Yuan Yu?"

He has great expectations for Yuan Yu. He is twenty-five years old this year. In theory, he will still work in the People's Art Theater for forty years. If he arranges one show in an average of two years, then it will be twenty shows.

There is a saying in the People's Art Theater that if 10 people in a play and 6 people can perform well, this play can be called performing arts.

But the characters are of age. A fifty-year-old actor plays a twenty-year-old character. No matter how superb his skills are, it is difficult to conceal his physiological aging.

I used to borrow Yuan Feng from Guodian and rushed Song Yi to put "Our Jing Ke" on the shelves. The deep reason is that there is no young actress in the yard who can be called a role, or an actress who can play with him.

But Yuan Yu proved that she has this qualification through the role of Mingfeng.

Yuan Yu turned her head when she heard this, showed a bright and sunny smile and said, "It's been here all the time. By the way, when did you come back, Brother Xu?"

Xu Rong smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I heard Xiao Zhang say that you have worked hard during this period. I'm going to have to worry about the Chinese New Year."

No matter what, Yuan Yu's attitude is worthy of his cultivation. In his imagination, Yuan Yu will develop the film and television drama in the future.

Otherwise, relying solely on the income Xu Xing brought to the studio, he and Xiao Zhang would not be able to withstand the income he and Xiao Zhang.

The three of them smiled politely and shyly, waiting for him to say the next sentence, because listening to his accent, the next sentence seemed to be to give them a certain reward or thanks.

But after waiting for a few seconds, they found that Xu Rong had completely lost the following. Song Yi asked subconsciously: "Brother Xu, are you finished talking?"

Xu Rong glanced at Song Yi and laughed and said, "You talk too much, don't worry, I will definitely give you a red envelope when I look back, right?"

"Haha, thank you Brother Xu."

Xu Rong smiled and was about to walk to the kitchen with a cup of water, but he heard Yuan Yu's voice coming from behind: "Wait for a moment, Brother Xu, I almost forgot something important."

When Xu Rong turned his head, Yuan Yu had already stood up, with his hands behind his back, and a little smile on his lips, and walked to the front, saying, "Please leave to help Xu Rong?"

After pausing for a few seconds, her brows stretched out, she gently lit her jaw and said, "It should be, it should be."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the place where she was sitting, took three steps, stopped again, as if she had remembered something, turned her head and said, "That little Yuan, you're here, ask Xiao Xu by the way to see if there is anything that needs help from the yard."

Song Yi, who was standing beside him, staring at the scene blankly, and didn't understand what happened to Yuan Yu at all.

Xu Xing glanced at the dazed Song Yi and the series of lists in the notebook in front of her, and asked in a low voice: "Where are you?"

"Ah, it's over, it's over."

Xu Rong looked at Yuan Yu blinking at him and said with a smile: "Okay, I understand."

Yuan Yu's personality is different from Xiao Zhang and Song Yi. She is a very smart girl and is almost instinctive about the worldly style. But on the other hand, unlike most actresses who are eager for fame and fortune, it is probably because her family is in good condition and her personality is relatively pure, which belongs to the kind of people that Song Yi envies.

Xu Rong went into the kitchen and poured out the water from the water cup. He first burned the cup with boiling water, and then burned it with boiling water. After that, he was a little worried. He burned it with boiling water again, and then took a cup of boiling water. He passed the living room again and noticed that Yuan Yu was still fiddling with the building blocks. He smiled and said, "How old are you, you still play with things that children play with."

Yuan Yu didn't look back and said, "Brother Xu, be careful. We had it at home when we came, so it must be played by Sister Xiao Zhang."

"Then you guessed it wrong."

Xu Xing said weakly: "This was the one that Teacher Xu Qing fell when she brought the child to see her grandfather."

"oh."

Xu Rong did not find it strange. As he and Feng Yuanzheng officially became the head teacher of the team, he almost confirmed that the core of the next generation of the People's Art Theater's management team was that some older elders would come to sit, mostly in the name of visiting the elderly.

Before Xu Rong went upstairs, Yuan Yu asked suddenly: "Brother Xu, did you look good just now?"

Xu Rong stopped, half turned around, looked at Yuan Yu in confusion, looked at her understandable gaze, and said, "What?"

"Is it good to disturb you to rest?"

Xu Rong looked at the smile on Yuan Yu's lips, frowned slowly, and his eyes froze back and forth several times on the three of them: "There is a female host with a relatively popular topic. She is named Liu Heyan. Do you know her?"

"What?"

"Know."

"Don't listen!"

The answers of the three are very different.

"What?" is Yuan Yu's doubt, "know." is Song Yi's answer, "Don't listen!" is Xu Xing's caution.

Xu Rong looked at the three of them with a smile, turned around and said with a smile: "Li Du's article is here, and the light is long."

Xu Xing looked at Song Yi and Yi in confusion and asked, "What does it mean?"

Song Yi had already taken out his cell phone. After a while, he slapped his pen on his laptop, and pouted with great dissatisfaction: "Brother Xu is so hateful!"

Yuan Yu also came over and poked her head curiously: "What the hell is going on?"

"Look, the next sentence of this poem is 'The slightest storm of a big tree, ridiculous and unscrupulous!', doesn't it mean that we are overestimating our abilities?!"

Xu Xing was stunned for a moment, and a carp got up and raised his chest suspiciously: "I am shaking a tree? Overestimating my ability?"

Song Yi glanced at her and quickly found the "Liu Ye Yan" in Xu Rong's mouth, and then waved in front of the two of them with his cell phone.

Xu Xing and Yuan Yu looked at the photos carefully, lowered their heads, and after a while, they raised their heads almost indiscriminately, and said in unison: "It must be fake!"

Sitting at the desk again, Xu Rong took a light breath, and a sentence from Mr. Hu Shi a hundred years ago flashed through his mind:

Bold assumptions, carefully prove them.
Chapter completed!