Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Mark and Yolanda were persuaded.
Although they understood that Si Huang had used reverse psychology, they couldn’t deny that what she said made sense, and they even admired her courage. So, they exchanged a tacit glance and acquiesced to Si Huang’s statement.
The audition continued, and Mark immediately posed a challenge to Si Huang, “As an actor, you should know how to express yourself. Now show us your talent.”
He and Yolanda didn’t even sit down, implying that Si Huang would leave immediately if she didn’t perform well, however they didn’t even give him an audition question or a reminder.
This time, Louis walked over.
He seemed quite familiar with the place, so he walked to a computer in the room, turned it on, and took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and plugged it into the USB port.
Soon, a projection screen was placed on the wall in front of them, and a photo was projected onto it.
Everyone present was stunned when they saw the projected photo, even Si Huang herself.
The photo was actually of the demon Lucifer that she had played a few days ago.
However, it was obviously a photo that had been post-processed.
Against the backdrop of an ancient, solemn palace, the bright sunset dyed the entire world crimson, casting a chilling glow upon the blood, making it appear even more intense, fiery, and dark.
Lifeless corpses lay in the blood, a scene of utter tragedy and desolation. The closest face revealed a pale, bloodless pallor, its pupils hollow and swollen.
But these were not the most striking features. The most shocking sight was a long-haired man standing amidst the corpses, clad in black armor and a scarlet cloak, sword in hand. Behind him, the shadows of twelve black wings flickered, spreading out as if to blot out the sun, sharding the sunlight into countless patches of fading light. His flawless, divinely perfect face was hidden in the shadows, half-lit, half-shadowed.
While images could be enhanced with post-production, a person’s gaze, expression, and most importantly, their aura, could not be recreated. The person in the projected image possessed an aura that sent shivers down one’s spine.
Anyone with eyes could see that the person in the projected photo looked exactly like Si Huang.
However, their auras were completely different!
Mark and Yolanda could hardly believe it; the young man they had just thought was arrogant and cocky could now exude such a terrifying presence.
“This is one of the photos Si Huang took a couple of days ago as Ace’s partner,” Louis explained. “This isn’t the final product.”
“Ace’s partner?” Mark realized something. “No wonder you personally accompanied him here.”
Yolanda couldn’t help but scrutinize the photo and Si Huang herself. “He looks really good.” Then, she added, “But one photo doesn’t mean anything. We need an actor.”
An actor needed more than just camera presence; they didn’t need perfectly captured still photos.
Louis didn’t say anything more. He had done what he needed to do, giving Mark and Yolanda their first shock. Now it was up to Si Huang to perform.
Si Huang nodded to him, expressing her gratitude with her eyes. She understood why Louis had waited two days to accompany her to Fox Film Corporation— it was to finish this photo as quickly as possible.
“Perhaps you could showcase some of your achievements?” Yolanda suggested to Si Huang.
Unfortunately, her well-intentioned suggestion had no effect, as she had become interested in Si Huang because of the photo.
The so-called achievements were nothing more than awards she had received, such as Best Newcomer, Best Supporting Actor, or roles she had played in award-winning films, even a nomination would suffice.
However, Si Huang had only debuted a year ago. Even if everyone was confident she would win an award, it wasn’t her time yet. So far, she had only acted in one TV series and one short film. Even if these two shows were currently incredibly popular in Z country, they certainly wouldn’t be known in M country, and it was unlikely anyone would believe it.
Si Huang wasn’t nervous about this and nodded to Yu Xi.
Yu Xi understood and walked towards Louis, handing him the disc. “Please play it.”
Louis looked at him and then at Si Huang, smiling: it seemed she was prepared.
He inserted the disc into the computer’s CD drive, and then skillfully operated it; the previous photo screen was replaced by several playback clips.
These clips were from Si Huang’s performances as Young Master Qianji in “The Emperor’s Path” and Yue in “Red Moon.”
From a peerless, noble ancient gentleman to a modern, alluring fox spirit, the contrast was striking, yet both performances were breathtaking.
True connoisseurs could immediately discern acting talent, especially in silent films.
Without dialogue or background music to distract the audience, they could focus solely on observing the subtle changes in the characters’ expressions and body language.
Undoubtedly, the charm of Young Master Qianji and Yue, who had captivated countless fans, was undeniable. Art transcended borders and so did acting.
The clips weren’t long, and Mark and Yolanda watched them all without realizing it. Yu Xi then said in English, “Si Huang debuted at sixteen, and it’s only been a little over a year. These are the two roles he’s played so far, receiving high praise in China. He was ranked number one in the annual newcomer popularity poll, and he never uses a stunt double. He can handle both emotional scenes and action scenes. In addition, he’s a top student at Jinghua University in Z country, skipping grades at seventeen and entering Z country’s top university with the highest score.”
Mark and Yolanda were initially surprised by Si Huang’s age, and then a little disappointed to hear that he had only debuted a year ago. Just the time frame alone meant that Si Huang couldn’t possibly have any ‘awards’ or similar achievements. But after listening to Yu Xi’s introduction and watching the replayed clips on the screen, they had to admit that Si Huang was truly talented, not only in acting but also in his real-life achievements.
“That reminds me of someone,” Mark said, raising his thick eyebrows.
“Arthur Stoker,” Yolanda sighed, “currently the highest-earning count in the entertainment industry.”
“Count?” Si Huang asked.
Yolanda: “That’s the nickname fans have given Arthur Stoker.”
“Oh, looks like I beat him in that respect,” Si Huang smiled. “My fans call me ‘King.'”
“…” Mark and Yolanda were speechless again.
Yu Xi walked over and handed them a folder containing pre-prepared information.
He had prepared two things: a CD and this information, which included the ratings of the TV dramas Si Huang starred in, as well as detailed information about her influence and popularity in various aspects of the country.
Mark and Yolanda weren’t in a hurry to leave this time. Instead, they took the information from Yu Xi and looked at it carefully.
The more they looked, the more they realized that Si Huang was truly a gem. Even though she had only debuted a year ago, they could already foresee her future achievements— if nothing unexpected happened, she might even be comparable to Arthur— at least in Z country.
“Mark, I think he’d be perfect for that…” Yolanda put down the documents and whispered something in Mark’s ear.
Mark listened for a moment, his eyes brightening. He then looked Si Huang up and down, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes when he saw her face and figure, but it quickly disappeared.
The two were secretly discussing something, their voices barely audible to others.
However, Si Huang’s senses were far beyond those of ordinary people, and she managed to glean some keywords from their quiet conversation.
For example, “mysterious kingdom,” “elf,” “Siren,” “newcomer,” and so on.
After clearly hearing the name “mysterious kingdom” appear several times, a hint of interest appeared on Si Huang’s lips.
She remembered hearing this name from Si Hua a few days ago, and if she wasn’t mistaken, this was also the other party’s purpose.
“Ahem.” Mark cleared his throat and looked up, clearly indicating that his secret conversation with Yolanda was over.
“You do have excellent acting skills, and we can forgive your lateness,” Mark said. “However, to get the role, you still need to pass a test.”
“Please speak,” Si Huang replied concisely.
“Follow me.” Mark led the way.
….
The place Mark led them to was clearly a training room, filled with men and women dressed in form-fitting training clothes or dance costumes.
“North,” Mark called out a name as soon as he arrived, “Come out.”
A tall Western man walked out, looking almost 1.9 meters tall, wearing a white tank top and casual trousers, revealing his muscular build.
He had a sunny face, and his high brow bones made his eyes look deep. As he stepped out of the crowd, he asked Mark, “What do you want?”
“Have a match with him,” Mark pointed at Si Huang, “Don’t hold back.”
North only then noticed Si Huang and exclaimed in surprise, “He’s still a child!”
“Seventeen years old, not young anymore!” Mark reminded him.
Yolanda said, “Be careful, don’t hurt anyone.”
North’s eyes darted around, seemingly guessing their plan. “I understand.”
Si Huang and the others had heard their conversation clearly. She glanced at the large North, then asked Mark, “Is the final test defeating him?”
“Huh? Hahaha!” Mark laughed several times as if he’d heard a joke, then said, “No, no, no, you just need to last one minute.”
“Pfft!” Simon, who had been silent, couldn’t help but laugh.
His laughter attracted the attention of Mark and the others, but they only glanced at him before looking away. A thought flashed through Yolanda’s mind: Why does this young man look so familiar? Where have I seen him before?
Before she could figure it out, Si Huang’s voice interrupted her thoughts, “I understand.”
Knowing she had accepted the test, they gave up the space, standing or sitting in a circle to watch the show.
“Little boy, you go first.” North’s expression wasn’t smug, but his tone revealed absolute confidence. “This is Mark’s request; I can’t go easy on you.”
“Be careful.” Si Huang smiled. “I’m very strong.”
“Hahaha.” North seemed to have heard a joke, deliberately showing off his muscles, then glancing at Si Huang’s entire body, his eyes seeming to say silently: With your small frame, what strength can you possibly have? Do you even know what strong strength means?
Simon found it even funnier. He had personally experienced Si Huang’s skills and believed that after more than half a year, Si Huang’s skills would definitely be even better than before.
He knew that following Si Huang would definitely lead to a good show.
The two stood facing each other about three meters apart, and with Mark’s shout of “Start!”
“Bang—”
A figure fell to the ground.
The entire room fell silent instantly. Before Mark could even finish his “Start!”, a large group of Fox Film Corporation personnel froze on their faces.
They watched helplessly as Si Huang stood where North had been standing. As for where North had gone?
Two meters away, kneeling on the ground, clutching his stomach, he was vomiting in a pathetic state.
“…” What happened to the promised satisfying beating of the East Asian kid?
Si Huang asked, “Want to go again?”
North, two meters away, shuddered. He wasn’t stupid; just from Si Huang’s reaction, he knew this seemingly harmless kid was a monster!
North refused, so Si Huang turned to Mark and Yolanda.
The two seemed still dazed.
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