The streets in Gulang County were empty at night only after nine o'clock. It took a while for a car to pass by, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving behind the lonely starry sky again. ({[[[[[[[[[?]]]]

Duane stopped and stood by the street, staring at the front with his eyes blankly. Behind him was a yellow wall and a white street light above his head. The lights were sprinkled from above, paving the floor with Duane as the center of the circle. The more he reached the edge, the dimmer it became. At the very edge, it became entangled with other street lights.

This is a sidewalk. At this moment, except for Duane standing alone, there is no second person on this sidewalk. Only a pedestrian could be seen vaguely from more than a hundred meters away from the sidewalk across the street.

“This place is really deserted.”

Duane murmured like this, his eyes refocused.

After saying this to himself, he lowered his head and took the soft bag in his hand to his eyes and took it apart. He clenched his fingers for a long time, and finally squeezed the bottom of the cigarette case with his fingers before finally taking out a cigarette.

He put the cigarette butt in his mouth very unskilledly, took out a disposable lighter in his pocket with his left hand, and took out a disposable lighter, came to the cigarette roll, lit it, took a deep breath, and saw the flame at the end of the cigarette roll, burning.

Duan quickly stretched out his right hand to remove the cigarette in his mouth. The flames at the end of the cigarette burned for a second and immediately disappeared, and he himself coughed violently.

"Ahem!..."

Du An coughed in pain with his eyes closed, guessing in his heart that his current face might be twisted into a ball, extremely ugly.

The more he coughed, the more violent he became, Du An was so coughed that he bent down against the wall behind him. The tears almost cried, and finally calmed down slowly.

"call!"

Du An let out a long sigh, stood up straight, took the cigarette in his hand and looked at it, grabbed it into his mouth, and took another sip.

My throat was a little spicy and my head was a little dizzy for a moment, but it was much better than before, at least I didn't cough anymore.

Duane took off the smoke and slowly exhaled the smoke.

The temperature difference between day and night is a bit large. In the afternoon, the sun is so sunny that it even shows signs of sweating. It is already cold at night, and the wind is still strong. The cold evening breeze blows towards you, as if someone is shave your face with a comb.

But Duane likes this feeling very much, which makes his head clear.

Du An still remembers that the last time he smoked, it seemed that he had just graduated and couldn't find a job, and because of his depression, he used cigarettes to numb himself. But now he suddenly smoked again, also because of his depression.

The difference is that in the past he used to draw soft Honghe with three or five yuan, but now he draws soft Zhonghua with sixty-five yuan.

"grandson!"

Duan suddenly cursed in a low voice, then frowned and took a sip.

He scolded Xie Jin.

It is said that Duane is now popular, rich, happy, and has a harmonious family. He has no need to worry about anything and will not be depressed, but this is not the case.

He also has troubles, but he usually doesn't realize it or is deliberately avoiding this problem, that is, what if he has finished his life?

Looking at Duane's current industry, Industrial Light and Magic is a completely lost money, and it depends on him throwing money into it. The profit is far away. Xuanji Technology is also in the investment stage and is still producing "The Lion King". Even if the production is successful, it is still a matter of whether it can make a profit. It can be said that neither of his two industries is reliable. The ones that can really make money are based on the movies he made.

It can be said that Duane’s current wonderful life is based on his magical movies. If he has finished his talents and is no longer a magical movie, he will make one movie and lose another movie, then the beautiful skyscraper he now has is foreseeable to collapse.

He didn't even dare to think about the scene that day. It was at this moment that he finally understood why many rich people chose to commit suicide rather than make a comeback after going bankrupt.

This gap is indeed not something that ordinary people can withstand.

"call……"

Duan spit out a long smoke, threw the cigarette roll that was almost burning to the butt of the cigarette on his hand to the ground, stretched out his feet, stepped on the toes and turned them away twice, then slapped out one from the cigarette box, ignited it, and took a deep breath and spit out a long smoke.

Need to do something.

He knew that when he thought about it, he understood Jin's intention. He seriously suspected that his grandson deliberately proposed to scare him and then let him do something. But this was an open conspiracy, not a conspiracy. Even if he saw through it, he would have to be hit, because he was really afraid that one day would make him feel too insecure, and he had to do something to build up this sense of security.

But, what to do?...

"Good evening."

A woman's voice suddenly sounded, awakening Duane, who was trapped in contemplation.

He looked up and then he realized that there was one more person around him.

It should be a coincidence.

In order to meet the needs of the show, Du An came to Gansu to shoot this time and brought several students he accepted in the "Good Chinese Actors" program with him. He also found several photographers to follow him and filmed some contents of them and the group, which could be used as subsequent materials. Ying Qiao, as one of his students, naturally followed him.

"Just come back?"

Du An asked, glanced at him habitually, floating over the plastic bag in Ying Qiao's hand, you can clearly see the product name of Kang Shuaifu inside.

Ying Qiao raised the plastic bag in her hand and said, "Well, I went to buy some food."

"Aren't you full?"

Du An exchanged casually, "Why do you still have to run out? Isn't there usually a room?"

Ying Qiao said: "No, there is one on the first floor, but it is too expensive, so I ran out and bought it."

Duan said "Oh" and didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to look at Ying Qiao.

Because she needed to shoot and set up materials, Ying Qiao put on makeup today. She has not been uninstalled yet. The street lights are lit from her head, making her look clear and charming, and she looks three or four more minutes better than usual. She is wearing a little bit of a beating: dark green coats and jeans that are washed until they are a little white, all of which are her own private clothes.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Duan's thoughts couldn't help but float away again: Xie Jin would finally agree to come to "The Good Chinese Actor". In addition to the 20 million yuan remuneration, there is another condition that Duan wants to bring Ying Qiao into this project and make Ying Qiao the champion. Duan agreed to this condition. Anyway, he doesn't care who the champion is. All he wants is the publicity effect. He can save some money when looking for Ying Qiao.

After that, he successfully convinced the silly girl in front of him that this was a fair and just program, so he was willing to sign up for it. Therefore, Xie Jin joined the program. However, he did not know all of this. She was also studying hard to win the championship, but she didn't know that the ending was already destined.

He was in a storm, but he was speaking on the other side.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

He looked at it, smiled, threw the cigarette butt in his hand, and stomped it out, saying, "Except for the initial need of your identity as a vegetable vendor, being able to get to where you are today is actually all your own efforts. Moreover, your teammates are so strong, maybe I will eliminate you in the next round, so you don't need to thank me, so I won't be embarrassed when I get embarrassed."

Ying Qiao shook her head, "It's good to be able to get here. I believe if I go out again this time, I should be able to find a small role to play. This is much better than in the past."

The bitterness in these words made Duane sigh: "Oh..."

In addition to Du An, the strange thing about people outside the circle want to engage in this industry, there are only a few channels for entry: either graduate from several major film and television schools, or someone. The thresholds for these two are too high. Most people can only see them, but there are also low thresholds. That is, starting from joining actors and performing extras, but this is the most unreliable way. There are only a few who have been running for extras over the years, and they can count them in one palm.

This is the current situation in the entertainment industry. It is difficult for people outside to come in, so the traffic flow is so terrifying during the admissions examinations of Central Academy of Drama and Beijing Film Academy.

The channels are not smooth...

When Du An thought of this, he suddenly shook his head and was interrupted by Ying Qiao. He didn't know where he went.

Perhaps he realized the relatively speechless embarrassment between the two, or perhaps he was too hungry to bear it, Ying Qiao raised the plastic bag in his hand and said, "Then... Director Du, I'll go back first?"

Duane nodded, "Well, you go back first, I'll blow the wind for a while."

Ying Qiao nodded again and left.

Du An watched her figure disappear at the hotel door, and then took out a cigarette from the cigarette box to light it. After taking a few sips, he put the cigarette into his mouth with his right fingers, but stopped when the cigarette butt was about to touch his lips.

He leaned against the yellow wall behind him, half bent down, staring at the empty street in front of him, with no focus on his eyes, and he put his left hand in his pocket and his right hand in his cigarette, keeping this posture motionless, like a wooden sculpture.
Chapter completed!