What he said was that he could get out, not that he could get out.

There are sluts in any school, but the acting skills that can make a name for themselves in the Shanghai Theater are indeed not bad, especially the lines are hard to say.

Wang Luodan and Lei Jiayin went to college for about the same time, except that one was Beijing Film Academy and the other was in theaters, but the acting skills were very different.

"I heard that it is true that you all take the Modu Drama Art Center after graduation?"

The three major halls of the Magic City Drama Art Center, Yanjing People's Art Theater, and the performance industry are all national and dreams of countless people.

After being stunned for two seconds, Lei Jiayin realized what Yuan Hua meant: "It's true. Those who came out after graduation all had poor grades."

As graduation approaches, good grades may not necessarily be taken as the Modu Drama Art Center, but those who can enter the theater will have good grades.

"Brother Jiayin, why don't you take the exam?" Li Yifeng asked.

Yang Mi smiled and said, "Which pot is this you don't open to pick up the pot."

"It's one aspect that doesn't pass the exam, and it's also the other aspect that doesn't want to. Drama is too poor, and it costs several thousand yuan a month and can't support the family."

"My good friend is Guo Jingfei, and he is also my senior brother. After graduation, he went to Magic Talk. He played a supporting role in one year and a leading role in two years. He won almost all the drama awards. He gave him nicknamed the drama Little Prince. Now he can't make a profit of 10,000 yuan a month."

Everyone was silent. The drama was really miserable. An ordinary supporting role costs one or two hundred yuan per play. The protagonist is a bit expensive, but not much. Chen Daoming's level is only more than one thousand yuan.

It takes a long time to make a scene, and ten days and half a month are considered fast.

After the show, it is still a time when business is good.

Lei Jiayin said that it was modest to not pass the exam. After all, he was a person who had won the Best Actor. He probably didn't want to take the exam and couldn't stand the poverty.

Especially the master's previous lessons are presented.

"So miserable?" Li Yifeng smacked his tongue.

He felt that he had been miserable in the past, and he was playing supporting roles everywhere, and he was 18,000 yuan apiece.

Unexpectedly, when a top student in the theater went to a national theater, he only spent ten thousand yuan to play the leading role.

With this comparison, I admire them even more. There are not many people who can tolerate poverty and are lonely, especially in the entertainment industry, which is a world of fame and fortune.

You know, even a well-known actor can earn hundreds of thousands a year.

Top artists, like Yuan Hua, can easily earn tens of millions.

"That's not right." Lei Jiayin smiled bitterly: "The worst thing is not the low income, but the fear of comparison. Among the classmates who are not as good as you, the one who is a year that is millions, and you have a good grade to support your family is a problem, and the psychological gap is too big."

Zhang Yi smashed his mouth: "Before entering the industry, I was also a military drama troupe. I can understand it so much, but even if I come out, it's not easy to become famous. I haven't been able to buy a house until today."

When he was young, a director told him that if a male artist could not come out at the age of 28, then his acting career would have ended.

That year, he was twenty-seven, silent and nameless.

When he was twenty-eight years old, he impressed the soldier assault director with a letter of 3,000 words and got a supporting role, squad leader Shi Jin, and the 4811th soldier of the Seventh Steel Company.

In the play, Shi Jin was discharged from the army on the day he was discharged from the army.

Later, the soldiers' assault was broadcast, and Wang Baoqiang became popular, but he was not popular.

Two years later, it was the same director, my leader, my group broadcast, Duan Yihong became popular, Zhang Guoqiang became popular, he was not popular.

In recent years, I have been playing supporting roles, with a play worth tens of thousands or tens of thousands of yuan, and I have never made it through the circle.

"Who said it was not?" Yang Mi expressed her feelings: "I was young before and had no reputation. I was scolded by the director when I was beaten. When I was beaten..."

After listening to their experience, Li Yifeng was not embarrassed to say that he had suffered. He has been working hard for ten years. How many years has he been?

Yuan Hua praised him one by one.

Compared to Lei Jiayin, Zhang Yi is definitely a lucky person.

The next day, there was another fight scene.

But this time it was a group fight, Zhang Yi, Lei Jiayin, Yuan Hua and Jing Tian all participated.

This kind of fighting scene tests the director's skills. Who to shoot first, who to shoot later, how many shots each person can be dispersed without being confused, the actors move, etc.

There is no martial arts show, only the literary drama Yang Mi sat by her chin and watched Jing Tian kill the enemy with her long sword, and she was so handsome.

She felt like she had been cheated.

The character Ding Baiying is better than Hokage, even if Hokage is the number one female lead.

I feel like a plot NPC. Every time I appear, I provide clues to the protagonist, bringing a motivation to kill the enemy, and the emotional scenes are not rich.

Unlike Jing Tian, ​​there are both literary and martial arts dramas, the character setting is a love-in-law woman with a high-quality martial arts skills. Although she is going to be offline in the end, she dies so well that the audience likes her and can't even hate her at all.

"Oh, I'm careless!"

Yang Mi sighed.

"Cha! Go!" Lu Yang looked up at the sun. It was right at noon, and the sun was strong, so it was no longer suitable for shooting.

"Oh, I'll help me." Zhang Yi covered his back and couldn't stand straight.

Lei Jiayin stepped forward and laughed: "I'm sorry, I'm a little heavy."

In this scene just now, there was a scene where he used a black gold stick to attack Lu Wenzhao from behind and stabbed him in the opposite direction.

"It's not heavy, but you don't poke it on my waist."

On the other side, Jing Tian and Yuan Hua sat side by side, one rubbed the legs and the other massaged the arms.

The two of them had the most intense fighting scene. They slashed each other with long swords. Yuan Hua didn't know how many times he was killed by Jing Tian. There were knife marks on his neck, head, face, and arms.

If it were a real sword, he would have died hundreds of times.

"I'm sorry." Jing Tian stuck out her tongue: "Go back to the hotel to apply some safflower oil to you."

"Buy more, there are too many injured areas, so I'm afraid I have to apply all over my body."
Chapter completed!