C33 Interview 1

On Monday morning, Qiao Lin got up early, dressed himself and left.

When he was waiting for the bus, he bought breakfast at a breakfast shop near the platform, a scallion pancake and a cup of soy milk.

Not only were the houses near Qin Lang's house expensive, but even the prices were ridiculously expensive. In the cinema city, a breakfast like this only cost around ten yuan. Even he did not eat it often, but this place actually cost more than thirty yuan.

But for the sake of the Golden Year interview today, forget it.

However, Qiao Lin had been used to walking to the set when he woke up in the morning in the past few years, so he did not know how busy the workday morning rush hour was. After he finished his breakfast at the bus stop, the bus finally came slowly. Looking at the dark crowd on the bus and then at the time, he could only force himself to squeeze in with the people waiting at the bus stop.

"There's a lot of space in there, move in," the driver kept yelling at the passengers from the cab.

Empty space? Qiao Lin could only see that the car was filled with people when he got out of the car. After getting into the car, he felt that there was not even a place for him to step on. The girl behind him kept rubbing her big breasts on his back. If he continued to squeeze, he was afraid that he would have a physiological reaction.

Fortunately, it was only three stops away from the Golden Year, but after such a squeeze, his new clothes, which he had changed into that morning, were wrinkled and his new hair was a little messy.

If he had known earlier, he would have taken a taxi. However, looking at the congested traffic, he would probably be late if he waited for the taxi to arrive.

Qiao Lin tidied his clothes and hair and looked up at the building in front of him. Could he enter this place easily? He only filled out the form that Qin Lang had sent him, and then he was notified to report to the company at nine o'clock this morning. He only knew that Qin Lang had asked him to find someone called Zeng Yiwen.

On Friday, during dinner, he and Qin Lang only talked about filming in the cinema city. After that, Qin Lang took him to the mall to buy a few sets of clothes. However, he was the one who gave him the money. After all, he had been living frugally for the past few years and had some savings. Since Qin Lang had already helped him a lot, how could he have the face to spend his money?

After leaving the mall that day, the two of them packed some cooked food and went home for dinner. After that, Qiao Lin went back to his bedroom to sleep. When he came out to use the toilet that night, he saw Qin Lang reading a script in the living room. There was a table full of papers on the table, and he was very serious about making notes.

Over the years, he had met Qin Lang on the set more than once. When it came to acting, Qin Lang did more than just satisfy the director. He also strived to be perfect in every scene and every line. He even put in so much effort to read a script. Therefore, it was reasonable for some people to become famous because of a movie. It was not only because of their looks, but also because of their strength and serious attitude.

Just as Qiao Lin was thinking about how to ask around when he went in later, a girl in a black and white business suit, with long curly black hair and delicate makeup, walked towards him. The girl looked to be in her early twenties, but she looked very capable.

"Excuse me, are you Qiao Lin, Mr. Qiao?" The girl had a kind smile on her face.

"Yes, I am." Qiao Lin nodded with a hint of surprise as he did not expect the other party to call out his name.

"Hello, Mr. Qiao. My name is Su Bing. Mr. Xu asked me to wait for you here. I'll take you to Teacher Zeng's place now."

Mr. Xu? Qiao Lin thought for a while before nodding his head. This Mr. Xu should be Qin Lang's manager, Xu Zhou, and Teacher Zeng should be Zeng Yiwen, "Then I'll have to trouble you."

Su Bing brought Qiao Lin to the rehearsal room on the seventh floor of Building 3, behind the Golden Year office building. When she knocked on the door, there were two rows of young and beautiful men and women sitting cross-legged on the floor in the rehearsal room, listening to a lecture by a young man dressed in a black T-shirt with a loose collar and white jeans. The young man had fair skin and wore a pair of black-framed glasses, but his facial features were hard to hide. His slightly thin lips opened and closed, revealing a few white teeth from time to time.

Was he Zeng Yiwen? Previously, when Qiao Lin heard that he was the main mentor of the Golden Year's entertainment students, he thought that this person was at least a middle-aged man in his forties.

However, this person looked to be around the same age as him.