Hitting Up The Big Leagues with a Green Tea Personality

  Chapter 270 The director all wanted to drink tea, amazing!

  The three monks have no water to drink.

  Xia Mint didn't even think about it. These three people were about to quarrel again in a scene.

   Finally, she brought Tao Shuyi to her, and the chief director asked a new question.

"Ok……"

  How did she think of acting like this, naturally, she had carefully thought and made choices.

  Since she heard Xu Rongwei’s agent say, interviews for this role have actually started a wave, just thinking about how she can stand out, and in the case of so many people auditioning, let the director recognize her alone.

  So she just died standing up, wanting to be different from other people's deaths!

  Others play the piano, but she just doesn’t.

  Does the director want to watch her play? Well, then hire her as the second female.

  Xia Mint thought for a while, smiled and replied, “I read the following female biography at home, pondered their mentality, and thought about whom they were fighting with, and what would I do if I were them.”

  She pursed her lips, “I didn’t think about it a lot just now. I just substituted a little scene, and then the feeling came.”

  "Is it coming?" Director Liu Kai was ticked by her answer, "You are quick to enter the play."

  Xia Mint smiled embarrassedly, and added in a low voice, "If the director is not satisfied, I can also perform in another way."

"Ok?"

  The entire director's desk was shocked.

  "Can you change the way?" Zhang Qimeng asked instead of others.

Xia Mint touched her throat embarrassedly, "I haven't swallowed gold, but I thought about it. There are probably two ways to die. One is choking on the trachea and unable to breathe; the other is heavy metal poisoning and chronic death. Oh, another kind of death may be caused by intestinal infarction, unable to digest heavy metals, which belongs to stomach pain."

   "What I just interpreted was a little more aesthetic, which belongs to the artistic treatment of the second method of death."

   "I think I can try the first one. I can't breathe halfway through playing the piano, and I die in extreme pain."

   "…………"

  The expressions of the chief director, casting director, and chief producer ranged from shock to surprise to breathing difficulties.

  This little actor has a lot of research!

  The performance method is quite scientific?

   "Oh, then you can officially shoot and try again." The chief director Kai Liu waved his hand and completely applauded.

  No matter whether it is Zhang Qimeng or Tao Shuyi this time, there is no opinion.

  Although this newcomer has little experience, he is quite serious.

  A way of death, she has studied so thoroughly that she can come up with one, two, three, four ways of acting.

  Yes!

  Tao Shuyi nodded, not feeling pain in his face, but still coldly said, “It’s still two months before shooting. You can register for a Guzheng class. You can’t be unfamiliar with your fingering, so that the savvy audience will know that you are a Xibei goods.”

   "Teacher Tao, I know Guzheng."

  "?"

  Xia Mint sat down, closed her eyes and adjusted, wearing finger cots with both hands.

  Lightly close, slowly twist and pick again...

  A "Fishing Boat Sings Evening", shaking fingers and plucking strings, there is love before it becomes a tune.

  In the small room, it seems that a fishing boat suddenly appeared, returning with the waves, singing on the water, and the orange sunset, like a fire, reflecting on the sparkling waves of the Wanqingbi River.

  The three-person director group stared wide, and dared not speak for a long time.

  Even, they involuntarily stretched their right hands over the table one after another, wanting to pick up a cup of fragrant tea, accompanied by the beauty of this person, and squinted their eyes comfortably.

  Until a sound was raised and stopped in a disharmonious manner, the three men suddenly looked away from the slender and white green fingers.

  What fishing boat sunset is all broken!

  Tao Shuyi struck the table grimly, "Why did you make a mistake? Forgot? Search for a score and continue!"

   "Um... swallowing gold... stomachache... dead."

  This is the death method of intestinal infarction.

   Pottery Calligraphy: "!"

  (End of this chapter)