"If you just don't want to be famous, I have an idea!" Qin Xue proposed with a twinkle in her eyes: "Isn't it okay for a soul singer to do that?"

"Please, as long as your soul singer listens to the voice, of course he is not afraid. He's going to perform, how can he do it without showing his face?" Alan rolled his eyes.

"What do you know!" Qin Xue smiled proudly: "The elf prince is going to wear makeup and wigs. At that time, as long as he doesn't name him, who knows what Zhuo Ran's true face is? And he will return to China with me to work in the future. At most, some people will think that he is a bit like a movie actor, and how many people will really affirm that he is the deity?"

"That seems right!" Alan finally understood, and looked at Zhuo Ran with a look of hope: "How about it?

In fact, he is determined to let Zhuo Ran play, not really thinking that he has to be, mainly because he is the candidate Qin Xue wants. Since it is the request of the partner, in order to cooperate better in the future, what if it is to let a person who has no actor temperament at all? With the help of high-tech and perfect makeup technology, cats and dogs can quarrel, let alone just let a person who can't act go up.

After they said this, Zhuo Ran was really stumped. As a personal secretary, of course he knew how entangled Qin Xue was with the elf prince, although he didn't understand why, but if he could really not reveal his identity, he might be able to persuade himself to accept the job.

"Can you really let people not know who I am?"

Seeing that he was relieved, Alan nodded again and again: "Of course! Even if it is a member of the crew, you can hide your identity, and when the time comes, you can write a name in the list of actors at the end." ”

Zhuo Ran glanced at his boss's extremely expectant look, and finally nodded: "Okay." He wondered who else could harden his heart and refuse her request under the gaze of those eyes.

So in Qin Xue's cheers, Zhuo Ran fell.

The next day, he was taken to the set of Moore's house in Hollywood.

"He should be able to do it, right?" Finally choosing the person in mind, Qin Xue hesitated. Thinking of Zhuo Ran's ****** unchanged coffin face, she suddenly felt that it seemed too difficult for him to let him play the elf prince.

On the contrary, Alan was more affirmative: "Don't worry, it will work if it doesn't work." "He's pretty confident in Hollywood's technology.

Qin Xue knew that letting Zhuo Ran star was completely in her own selfishness. Not only do I want to create a perfect elf prince who can leave a name in the history of cinema, but I also want to let Feng Xue enter real Hollywood movies in a field other than music.

Whether it's ambition or simple desire, since Zhuo Ran has been pushed out, there is already an opportunity to intervene. Even if she knew that it might not be suitable, Qin Xue could only bite the bullet.

However, as soon as Zhuo Ran, who finished putting on makeup and wearing props and costumes, came out, not only Qin Xue was stunned, but everyone else on the set was also stunned.

The elven prince, who was too handsome to express in words, just stood. The long silver shawl hair was intoxicatingly shiny, and the appearance of mixed Chinese and Western blood added a touch of mystery to his already beautiful face. A figure that seemed to come out of a church mural, even if a pair of wings suddenly appeared behind him, no one would be surprised by this.

"Tsk, I really want to admire you. Alan shook his head and sighed: "It seems that you are better at choosing people." Now he has to admit that the candidates he gave together can't compare to the effect of this one. It can be said that this character is simply made for him.

Qin Xue nodded approvingly: "It seems that our Lord of the Rings, if you don't get the Oscar, you are sorry for God's favor." ”