Chapter 34: Into the Wolf's Den

Of course, the first step is to change your face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Otherwise, why would people find themselves? It's just Song Zhongzhong Oba, with the photos, it is a matter of minutes to repair exactly the same.

But before that, Liu Yifeng still asked the director for his opinion, whether to make a six-seven-point portrait or a nine-point portrait, of course he would not say that he could turn himself into another Song Oba, it would kill someone, maybe any star felt that he was threatened, so he came to kill people.

The director waved his hand: "If you can do as much as you like." "It's great if it's the same stand-in.

Just when Liu Yifeng was about to start retouching, a dialog box popped up in the software:

[Naked substitution is not fun at all]

"You've been a naked substitute, huh?"

[None]

"That's it, you're a child, and you've never done this, how do you know if it's fun?" Liu Yifeng thought in his heart: Although the naked substitute can't really do it, it's still very refreshing to touch it.

[Good luck]

Ignoring the 255 IQ of this children's toy, Liu Yifeng divided himself by two in three times, and made himself almost exactly the same as Song Zhongzhong Oba. Looking in the mirror, he suddenly began to imagine the picture of himself being frantically pursued by those female Korean drama fans, and his self-confidence exploded in an instant.

Song Zhongzhong's agent stared at Liu Yifeng's face for ten minutes: "You...... How do you do it, is it magic? "Korean plastic surgery, can turn a group of ugly women into almost the same beauty, if someone spends millions to make themselves look like Song Zhongzhong, he can believe this, but the man in front of him, only ten minutes after entering, he almost changed his face, saying that he was wearing makeup, and he couldn't see any traces. If it weren't for this wrong temperament, I'm afraid Song Zhongzhong himself would have gone crazy if he knew.

"It's my family's ancestral makeup technique." Liu Yifeng is still the same rhetoric.

I thought that I had read some ancient Chinese books, saying that there are many ethnic minorities in China, and some ethnic minorities can do witchcraft, can hallucinate, and can make human skin masks, and after wearing them, they will become completely different people. I just don't know what method the person in front of me is using, in short, it's really amazing.

"Hurry, the cast and crew are in place." The director took a loudspeaker and began to shout. A group of people who don't know if it's the actors or the crew members gathered around.

Liu Yifeng began to look for the goddess who played with him in the crowd. I didn't find it after a circle, but I saw an acquaintance. It is said that he is an acquaintance, but he is not very familiar, but it is a day's fate, but he has a deep memory, so profound that he suddenly saw that Tang Seng's mantra sounded again.

How is she?!

But obviously, Sun Yinuo did not find Liu Yifeng, and it is impossible to find out. Although she happened to meet that surprised gaze at the moment.

This person is for Song Zhongzhong, if you just look at the face, how can there be people in the world who look so similar? The figure also has a seven-point resemblance. But it's not the same at all in terms of temperament and feeling. There's a little ruffian, and there's a little warmth.

Sun Yinuo suddenly thought of the boy who drove a luxury car for millions but wore a pair of Qior glasses, who was also a bit ruffian and a little warm. If it weren't for him, she might have been sold into a ravine, so she didn't regret it.

That day without saying goodbye, Sun Yinuo had his own thoughts. She doesn't worship money, and she's not afraid of hardship, but she's not impulsive. Two people who only have love, but have difficulty even taking care of themselves, where is the bread? Where is the milk? When passion is swallowed up by the triviality of firewood, rice, oil and salt, how much love will exist? Instead of getting along with each other, it is better to forget about each other. It's cruel, but it's realistic.

Ten days ago.

"Are you looking for a graphic model here?" With a crumpled flyer, Sun Yinuo knocked on the door of a suite in an apartment building built in the '90s.

A middle-aged man with an honest face opened the door: "Yes, you are applying for a graphic model?" ā€

"What kind of company are you? Is there a registration? Sun Yinuo looked at the large-scale, national, world tour, etc., which was written on the advertisement, at least it was completely inconsistent with the scene in front of him, and there was no obvious company logo at the door, it was an ordinary commercial house.

"We are serving Canxing Entertainment, a subsidiary of Jincan Group, this is just a reception point, there are models and actors who come to apply, we will first take some photos or videos and send them to the head office, if they think it is suitable, they will notify the model or actor to go to the head office for further interviews." The middle-aged man spoke very plainly, and even glanced up at Sun Yinuo when he spoke, and he was busy with all kinds of bill-like things in his hand.

In this way, it is possible. Jincan Group, what a big company, his Canxing Entertainment, produces large-scale film and television dramas, and it is about to cooperate with Haihua Real Estate again. They need actors, models, and are likely to be screened through other intermediary organizations.

"If you're going to apply, fill out this form first, and then go in and take a photo." The middle-aged man took out a form from the drawer, and barely looked up.

When I entered the back room, it was a relatively simple studio, and there were some stains on the white background cloth, which seemed to have been used for a long time. An old-fashioned DSLR camera is mounted in front. A man in his mid-thirties was lying on a bamboo chair with his shirt open.

Seeing Sun Yinuo come in, the man didn't get up, he picked up a piece of clothing from a large frame next to him and threw it over: "Change into this." ā€

Staring at the light fabric in his hand, Sun Yinuo hesitated, but only hesitated for a moment, and still put it on.

"Okay, raise your hands, turn around, good, legs a little more apart, yes, keep ......"

The flash flashed all the time and the videographer seemed to be very dedicated. When Sun Yinuo turned around, he found that there was not only one cameraman in the room, but also a lighting artist, sitting on a low stool holding a reflector, which was relatively dark, and he only knew that it was a man. In addition, there are people who pull the background cloth in the back.

"Let's have a male model to match, change the background, and change the model's clothes." The videographer shouted.

The clothes that I put on this extra change are actually just a bath towel, and they are very short, from the chest to the buttocks.

"Take your underwear off." The cameraman said, holding the camera, staring at the screen.

"This ......," Sun Yinuo hesitated.

"Is anyone still wearing underwear wrapped in a bath towel? Are you a professional? Unprofessional walking. "The videographer was a little impatient.

Indeed, when I was studying, my teacher said that as an actor, dedication is a very important quality. That's why there is a saying of dedication to art. Like those top-notch body art, there is no eroticism, only aesthetics. However, in this environment, it seems that it does not have a good relationship with aesthetic body art.

Sun Yinuo became vigilant, it is not uncommon for little girls to stray into the den of thieves in order to be a star, so she grabbed her clothes and left: "I still won't shoot." ā€