"Thank you." Xu Qiao felt a little dizzy, so he didn't refuse. He leaned over and yawned, with his eyelashes wet.
Are these two people on such a good relationship? Everyone in the box looked over and felt a little puzzled.
Even the few old director friends invited by Hu Zhenghua looked at each other with puzzled expressions.
But seeing that his expression was very frank and he wasn't embarrassed at all, I couldn't help but feel that I was overthinking.
Hu Zhenghua was different. He saw with his own eyes how the two kissed passionately, and was struggling over whether to remind them, when a few old friends beside him started discussing after watching Xu Qiao's footage.
"This acting is good."
“The sense of rhythm and camera is really good, and the image is also good.”
After hearing the compliments from several people, Hu Zhenghua retracted his gaze and said, "If there is a suitable script, you should consider Xu Qiao."
He really admired Xu Qiao and wanted to help him.
"If there's someone suitable, I'll definitely invite you to audition."
"That's for sure."
As they discussed, several people turned their eyes to Xu Qiao.
He drank a lot of wine, and his face and neck were all light red. He leaned on Xu Siyi's shoulder with heavy eyelids, and his hair hung down, brushing against the edge of his delicate brow bone.
A good image means a really good one.
Xu Siyi turned his wine glass and tilted his head slightly to look at Xu Qiao on his shoulder. He had such a poor alcohol tolerance that the noisy drinking games beside him did not wake him up.
When the meal in the hall outside was almost finished, everyone came in to toast Hu Zhenghua. Xu Qiao opened his eyes dazedly when he heard the noise and left Xu Siyi's shoulder.
"Are you feeling better?" Xu Siyi asked, moving his sore shoulders.
Xu Qiao nodded and covered his throat with some discomfort.
Xu Siyi poured him a glass of water: "Want to vomit?"
Taking a deep breath, Xu Qiao took the water and drank a sip, then suppressed his pressure: "It's okay, it will be fine after a while."
I drank a few sips of water to calm down, and the nausea feeling finally went away.
The dinner in the private room was about to end, and Hu Zhenghua asked the waiter to remove the dishes and serve some desserts and fruits.
Everyone sat together and chatted. Someone saw a few board games in the box and suggested playing two rounds of Werewolf.
Xu Qiao had never played this game before, and his mind was still a little fuzzy after drinking a lot of wine, so he didn't think about participating in it.
As a result, Hu Zhenghua pulled him over and told him that he would learn it after watching one game.
After Xu Qiao almost understood the rules of the game, Hu Zhenghua pulled him to join the game.
In the first round, Xu Qiao drew the priest hunter.
At dawn on the first day, God announced who had died the previous night.
"The player who died last night was... Xu Qiao. Please leave your last words."
Xu Qiao: “…”
He revealed his identity as a hunter, and the person next to him reminded him that hunters can retaliate immediately after being killed by shooting a designated player to death.
Excluding the prophet who jumped out and the good people identified by the prophet, Xu Qiao glanced around and his eyes fell on Xu Siyi. He blinked and simply shot him away.
Xu Siyi: “…”
"Why kill me?"
"I have a feeling that you are not a good person." Xu Qiao said without hesitation.
Xu Siyi frowned and said in a low voice: "How could I kill you?"
The person next to him reminded him, "Hey, hey! No whispering about the dead!"
So Xu Qiao and Xu Siyi, the two dead guys, watched the others continue playing games.
Soon, God announced that the good camp that Xu Qiao belonged to had won.
Xu Qiao raised his eyebrows and turned over the ID card in front of Xu Siyi. There were two big words on it: Werewolf.
Xu Qiao: Haha.
"Xu Qiao, your gun is really accurate, hahahaha. It just happened to take away the wolf Si Yi."
"My intuition is so accurate. I love it."
The second game started soon. This time, Xu Qiao drew the clergy card again, and he was the prophet who played a very important role.
On the first night, Xu Qiao checked Hu Zhenghua and confirmed that he was a good person.
After dawn, the judge announced that the person who died last night was Hu Zhenghua.
Xu Qiao: "I'm a prophet. I checked Director Hu last night. Director Hu is a good person."
However, Hu Zhenghua had already been stabbed by the werewolf, so his identity as a prophet seemed slightly questionable.
Xu Siyi pulled the corner of his mouth in pleasure and jumped out directly: "There is a real prophet here. I tested Xu Qiao last night. He is a good person."
Xu Qiao: “?”
Xu Siyi looked at Xu Qiao with a look of relief: "You even know how to use the prophet to block the knife for me. You learn really fast. It's okay, I will help you win. If the werewolf attacks me at night, remember to save me, witch."
Xu Qiao: “???”
You wolf, why are you talking nonsense again
Xu Qiao frowned: "... I really am a prophet."
He was still drunk and his speech was not very coherent.
On the contrary, Xu Siyi was calm and logically coherent. He played the role of a prophet in the later position and gave golden water to Xu Qiao in the earlier position, thus elevating his own status through anti-logic.
Everyone looked at each other and gradually came to believe that Xu Siyi was a prophet.
The next night, Xu Qiao was killed by a werewolf, and Xu Siyi looked quite regretful.
Xu Qiao, who died without being able to leave a last word, looked at the man and gritted his teeth with a calm expression.
Keep acting.
As all the good guys believed Xu Siyi's identity as a prophet, the werewolf camp won the game without a doubt.
Xu Qiao: “…”
After playing a few games, everyone started drinking again.
As the male lead, Xu Qiao received special care and his eyes were a little dazed.
On the way back, Xu Siyi held his arm and walked back.
The road was dark and the surroundings were very quiet. There were few pedestrians on the streets of the small town at night.
Xu Siyi held up one of his arms and walked towards his residence. On the way, Xu Qiao was already talking drunkenly: "I am the Iron Prophet. I checked you last night..."
Xu Siyi couldn't help laughing, and asked in a low voice: "So am I a good person or a werewolf?"
Xu Qiao's thoughts slowed down. He turned his head to look at him, his face getting redder and his breathing becoming heavier.
"I checked you last night... you like me."
"… "
Xu Siyi looked at him silently for a while, then retracted his gaze and continued to hold him as they walked back steadily.
Okay, you are a real prophet.
Early the next morning, Xu Qiao was pulled up by Li Feifei.
"Brother, wake up now."
“It’s still early…” Xu Qiao opened his eyes, his whole body was sore and his head hurt like he was drunk.
Li Feifei picked up his coat and put it aside: "I don't want to call you so early. You have to catch a flight in the afternoon."
Sitting on the bed and rubbing his temples for a while, Xu Qiao lifted the quilt and found that he was wearing pajamas: "What clothes did you help me change last night?"
Li Feifei shook her head and looked at her brother with a complicated look: "Si Yi sent you back, and I gave you some hangover soup. Brother, you don't remember anything."
Thinking about the scene last night when Xu Siyi brought him back, wiped his brother's face and hands, and changed his pajamas, Li Feifei felt a little disillusioned for some reason.
Xu Qiao frowned and recalled. He just remembered that everyone had a meal and a drink last night, and then they played Werewolf. He couldn't remember clearly how the wrap-up party ended.
Looking at the time, it would take several hours to charter a car from the town to the airport, so time is a bit tight.
After getting dressed and washing up, the two had breakfast and headed for the airport.
When Xu Qiao returned to the capital in the evening, he was still a little dazed looking at the bustling modern city.
Mo Chenghong was waiting outside. When he saw the two men walk up, he took the backpack from Xu Qiao and unlocked the car with a beep.
After getting in the car, Mo Chenghong stepped on the accelerator: "Thank you for your hard work over the past month."
"Not bad." Xu Qiao took off his mask and hat, and fastened his seat belt sideways.
The three chatted for a while, and looking at the street scene receding outside the car window, Xu Qiao pressed his still swollen temple and asked, "What are your work arrangements for the future?"
Mo Chenghong raised his chin and pointed to the briefcase in front of the car: "Here."
Xu Qiao reached out and took it, and saw a lot of job invitations inside.
There was a bit of traffic jam on the road, so Mo Chenghong drove slowly.
He looked at the slowly moving car without any hurry, and said with an unchanged expression: "We just finished filming Water Ghost, you should take a few days off first. I plan to get you on a few variety shows later, and showing up more often will be good for your popularity."
"Director Hu's drama is sure to be a hit. Now the prime time slots of several satellite TV stations are vacant, just waiting for Director Hu to finish filming. After the drama is broadcast, your qualifications will not only be the third male lead in a web drama, so don't rush to accept the script, pick the good ones."
"It will take another one or two months to complete the filming, and then it will have to be edited and produced, so it won't be broadcast so soon." Xu Qiao added, taking out a job offer from his briefcase.
There are variety shows, interviews and invitations to magazine covers.
After reading the introduction, I found that several variety show production teams are powerful, the satellite TV stations and video platforms they cooperate with are among the best in the industry, and the interviews and magazine invitations are also from well-known media magazines.
The price offered is quite high.
"See if there's any problem and I'll pick it up for you."
"Okay." Xu Qiao put the invitation back into his briefcase.
I took out my phone and flipped through it, and saw that my mailbox had received several new emails.
I opened it and saw that it was the script sent to me by Hu Zhenghua's director friends at the wrap party yesterday. The directors were really efficient. They drank so late yesterday and sent me the script today.
After taking a quick look at the outlines of several scripts, Xu Qiao became interested in one of them and said, "Director Lu Kan sent me a script."
Mo Chenghong frowned when he heard the name Lu Kan.
This director is not very well-known in China, but he is more famous overseas, especially in countries like Japan and South Korea than in China.
Because he basically shoots art films with niche themes, most of the box office is dismal. Those who invest in his scripts are all aiming for awards, and there is basically no hope of making money back.
Glancing at Xu Qiao through the rearview mirror, Mo Chenghong asked, "What book?"
Without waiting for Xu Qiao to answer, he continued, "Weird scripts won't work. Lu Kan wanted to invite Si Yi to play the male lead in a script about a perverted murderer, but I rejected it."
Xu Qiao said with regret: "It's the script of that perverted murderer."
Mo Chenghong: “…”
His brows twitched, and he said earnestly, "No, I've read that script. It's too explicit. It's basically impossible for it to be shown in China. It may not be good for your popularity, but it has many hidden dangers. I think you should choose something else."
After looking at the screen for so long in the car, Xu Qiao felt dizzy. He turned off his phone and said, "I have received messages from several other directors. Let's discuss it together when we get to the studio."
After going back to discuss it, Mo Chenghong decided to give Xu Qiao the interview and magazine cover announcement, and also picked two variety shows, a slow-paced food variety show, and a travel variety show.
As for the script, it is still under discussion.
After resting for two days at home to recuperate, Xu Qiao was ready to officially start work. Suddenly, Mo Chenghong called him and asked him to go to the studio immediately.
After walking over, Xu Qiao saw Mo Chenghong's face full of anger.
"What's the matter? Why are you so anxious all of a sudden?"
There was a pile of notices on the desk. Xu Qiao picked one up and took a look, and found that all of them were marked with red crosses.
Mo Chenghong pushed his glasses and frowned, "These were almost negotiated and waiting to be signed, but I don't know what happened to the producers. One by one, they came to me and told me that the cooperation was cancelled."