After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows
Chapter 397 - 388: The Man Who Broke the Rules

Chapter 397: Chapter 388: The Man Who Broke the Rules

Lu Zhengzheng was a tiny bit calmer than the others.

After all, she had been seeing Sister Xixi’s increasingly unparalleled beauty up close every day, along with Mr. Shen’s deep but calm demeanor, so she had cultivated a bit of self-control.

So, after being stunned for a few seconds, her gaze reluctantly moved away from that face that seemed to constantly draw attention, and she finally noticed Xu Qingmei standing next to the man, her heart skipping a beat.

She quietly fished out her phone, opened the camera function, and prepared to seize the chance to secretly take a photo to send to Sister Xixi.

"Lead the way."

"Yes, Da..." An indifferent glance flicked over, and Xu Qingmei quickly swallowed the word ’ren’ at the end, "Mr. Chong."

Although she was to lead the way, Xu Qingmei didn’t dare walk boldly at the forefront.

She subtly fell half a step behind and only cautiously gestured when they needed to make a turn.

"Click!"

Lu Zhengzheng ducked her head, instinctively covering her mouth, and then quickly covered her phone after a second of realization.

Her heart was pounding, surely they couldn’t have heard from this far away, right?

The young man, who was adjusting his cufflinks, paused, "Shall I make her delete the photo?"

"No need," the man slightly turned his head, casting an unnoticeable glance in the direction of the shutter sound, "No need to bother with it."

"Yes."

After hearing the two men’s conversation, Xu Qingmei belatedly realized that someone had been sneaking a photo.

The key point was that she hadn’t heard anything or noticed a thing just moments before.

Thinking about this, she couldn’t help but glance at her newly hired assistant in her studio.

Even though she was the boss of the studio, she only knew that this young man’s name was Luan Feng, who appeared to be in his early twenties, but in reality, was already twenty-seven.

Although Luan Feng’s looks appealed to her, she truly dared not think of him in any other way.

This time, she again keenly felt the gap between them, and her apprehension deepened.

Are the people inside the door really this formidable?

*

Wei Xiao checked his watch for the Nth time.

The associate director and the crew coordinator exchanged a glance and tacitly made themselves less conspicuous.

Only when the worker at the door announced, "They’re here," did the tense atmosphere in the quiet office finally ease.

Wei Xiao took a deep breath, got up, and strode to the door, brushing aside the mosquito netting, and saw three figures walking towards him in a triangular formation.

And as the trio passed by, his crew seemed as though they were rooted in place, some even displayed a dazed expression.

But as the group drew nearer and he got a clear look at the leading figure’s face, Wei Xiao understood why his staff had such reactions.

Xu Qingmei’s confidence over the phone yesterday, really was... incredibly justified!

The associate director and the crew coordinator followed closely behind Wei Xiao; although accustomed to sifting through countless actors, even they couldn’t help but gasp at the sight.

"This guy’s height has to be over 190 cm, right?"

"Judging by the lack of any lifts or inserts, it’s all genuine height."

"With just this appearance, I’d say he’s a lock."

"Absolutely, you know, I’m beginning to suspect they specially tailored him to fit the character of Prince Beiman."

"I never expected such a face, a mixture of noble coolness and savagery, existed outside of descriptions in books."

"Seems like we really were narrow-minded; just because we haven’t seen it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist."

"With such a presence, it seems almost beneath him to be an actor. Could he be some aristocratic young master playing in the entertainment industry?"

"Quite likely."

Luan Feng’s face flashed with a hint of killing intent.

Inside the door, who would dare to stare so blatantly at the lord’s face?

These people, especially those two making comments on the lord’s face, despicable!

If it were inside the door, those eyes would have been gouged out and fed to the dogs by now.

"Luan Feng."

As soon as the words fell, Luan Feng hurriedly concealed his killing intent, "Luan Feng acknowledges his mistake."

He silently warned himself that having been chosen to come out from inside the door with Big Sister and follow the lord, this was a chance not to commit any taboos and be sent back.

Xu Qingmei rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and stepped forward, "Director Wei, this is the new talent my studio has signed."

"I didn’t expect Teacher Xu to personally bring him." Wei Xiao said politely, then changed his tone, his courteous query sounded, "However, regardless of how I look at this gentleman, he doesn’t seem like someone just trying out the entertainment industry! And is this the assistant? With such looks and presence, being an assistant seems too much a pity. Teacher Xu, surely you’re not kidding?"

Before Xu Qingmei could respond, Luan Feng frowned, "It is my honor to serve as the assistant to the lord."

Wei Xiao couldn’t help the twitch at the corner of his eye, more convinced that this ’newcomer’s’ origin was likely to be even more extraordinary than he had imagined.

He truly meant what he asked Xu Qingmei earlier!

"Chong Yin, Director Wei, a pleasure to meet you."

Wei Xiao looked at the hand extended towards him; it was a hand that reeked of privilege. As he shook it, a chill swept over him, "Then I will address you as Mr. Chong."

The handshake was fleeting, almost as if neither wanted to linger, and Luan Feng held a handkerchief in the pocket of his suit, refraining from handing it over for the lord to wipe his hand.

"I have always admired Prince Yelü Hongyin of Beiman in history. Knowing there’s a chance to portray him is quite exciting."

Wei Xiao: "..."

I can’t quite tell from your expression.

However, those words couldn’t be said out loud.

"Just admiring isn’t enough. While Mr. Chong’s image matches very well with my conception of Yelü Hongyin, what I truly need is someone capable of perfectly embodying Prince Beiman."

Even if this person matched the role impeccably, surpassing the originally cast actor in both appearance and presence, lacking in acting skills, or being unable to endure hardship, would still make them unsuitable.

During on-location filming, especially action scenes, there is bound to be falling, fighting, rolling on the ground, plenty of horseback archery and combat; even he couldn’t guarantee going unscathed throughout.

"How would we know without trying?"

"Very well," Wei Xiao gave him a profound look, his gaze finally settling on the confidence in the eyes of the person in front of him, handing over a pre-prepared sheet, "Prince Beiman was reputedly both literate and martial; I assume Mr. Chong is aware. I’ve prepared one scene acting and one action scene. The acting scene is without any props, while the action scene has our crew’s martial arts director assisting. I offer Mr. Chong a quarter-hour of..."

"No need," Chong Yin glanced at the text before interrupting Wei Xiao, "No need for a quarter-hour, let’s proceed immediately."

This caused not only Wei Xiao but everyone nearby who heard the remark to momentarily pause in silence.

It was unexpected for someone, appearing low-key and luxurious, to act so boldly and ostentatiously.

Word quickly spread, and soon the small square arranged for the fight scene audition was surrounded by quite a number of people eager to witness, or to be precise, to appreciate the spectacle.

"Later, there will be horseback archery. Would Mr. Chong prefer to change into riding attire?"

"No need," Chong Yin unhurriedly undid the obsidian buttons of his outer garment, removing it and casually handing it to Luan Feng waiting at the side. Luan Feng promptly caught it with both hands, folded it, and hung it on his arm.

Wei Xiao glanced at Mr. Chong’s inner wear, and his eyelids couldn’t help but twitch.

Underneath, he was wearing an outfit that looked both like riding wear and daily wear.

The issue was, it wasn’t even September yet and the weather was still hot, with it being one or two o’clock in the afternoon when the sun was most scorching. Was it not sweltering to wear so many layers?

Reflecting on this, he couldn’t help but recall the slight coolness when he shook hands with him.

Maybe he really wasn’t afraid of the heat!

Lu Zhengzheng blended into the crowd watching the scene, quickly sending the photo she had secretly taken along with a large chunk of text she had just edited, scarcely distracted before hearing a chorus of gasps from the people around her.

Instinctively, she looked up and saw that in the blinding sunlight, that tall figure, without using stirrups, leaped effortlessly onto the horse’s back.

When the figure cast a downward glance in this direction, even knowing the possibility of his close relation with Xu Qingmei, her heart couldn’t help skipping a beat.

This, this, was all just too unfair!