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Apart from slightly curly hair, everything else was very much to Wan Qiushan’s liking.

Wan Qiushan picked up Yan Lu’s profile, number 32, Yan Lu, 23 years old, entered the industry four years ago, with almost no acting experience.

“Yan Lu,” Wan Qiushan asked her a few detailed questions, including about enduring hardship and using stunt doubles, before finally saying, “Go back and wait for the news.”

He had Yan Lu step out without calling the next person in.

Instead, he gazed at Yan Lu’s profile while asking the assistant director and producer, “What do you say?”

The assistant director looked at Yan Lu’s profile without saying a word.

“For the role, Yan Lu is closer…” the producer hesitated, “But Yan Lu has no fan base.”

Yan Lu was pretty much a newcomer, also carrying some scandals with her.

Man Xi, a popular top-tier actress.

The producer was pragmatic – who would watch the film without star power?

“Star power?” The director glanced at the producer, “But it is ‘Great Yong’.”

The producer was taken aback.

It was ‘Great Yong’, where each character, Chen Ye, Emperor Jiang Wu, Bai Xiangjun, Liang Zewen…

Each and every one of them brought their own fan base!

Outside.

Yan Lu had been inside for twenty minutes before she came out, and after she did, the director did not call the next person in.

As soon as she emerged, the remaining people in the room cast vague glances her way.

Aside from Man Xi, Yan Lu was the second person to have auditioned for such a long duration.

“How did it go?” Xinjie hurriedly approached to ask.

Yan Lu didn’t speak, only looking towards Bai Lian.

Bai Lian leaned against the wall, lazily working on her phone, and only when she heard Yan Lu had come out did she calmly turn her head, her face mask hugging her contour perfectly, leaving only her dark almond-shaped eyes visible.

She didn’t speak, merely tilting her eyebrows at Yan Lu in a casual and carefree manner.

“It was standard,” Yan Lu removed the sunglasses hanging from her shirt collar, answering both of them, “Results will be out in two days.”

Bai Lian stood up, put away her phone, “Let’s head out first.”

Too many eyes around.

Once outside, Xinjie reflected, “The director kept you so long, Yan Lu, we might not be completely out of luck…”

The audition site was somewhat secluded.

Not far away, Xiangcheng Building was off-limits to tourists and was being rapidly transformed into a major film and television base.

Beneath their feet was a newly renovated asphalt road.

Walking on the pavement, Xinjie belatedly realized – from her first visit to Xiangcheng to now –

the dilapidated roads of Xiangcheng seemed to have been all refurbished.

Not far away, a lazy horn sounded.

Xinjie and Yan Lu instinctively looked up to see a sapphire blue car stop on the opposite side, with the passenger window slowly lowering to reveal the man inside.

His left hand rested on the steering wheel, his right fingertip still on the horn, his slightly long tousled hair hanging down, the sunlight striking him at just the right angle, refracting a cool essence.

An air of indifferent, casual languor engulfed him.

Clearly, he was visibly in a bad mood.

Indeed.

Someone had mentioned that good things come in threes within half an hour.

Nearing two hours had now passed.

Despite the distance of a road, Xinjie’s half-finished sentence was stifled before it could come out.

She sharply withdrew her gaze.

“Are you coming back with me?” Bai Lian, clenching her phone, turned her head to ask Yan Lu.

She needed to return to school for classes, while Yan Lu would return to the Zhang Family to continue practicing shooting and wait for the news.

Yan Lu answered crisply, her radiant face betraying nothing, “I’ll go home with Xinjie’s car, we need to discuss the upcoming schedule.”

Bai Lian didn’t know even the outwardly cool and glamorous Yan Lu was capable of fear, “Okay.”

She removed her mask while crossing the street.

Her demeanor utterly casual.

Only when the car had driven away did Yan Lu and Xinjie breathe a sigh of relief.

In the car.

Bai Lian seriously explained to Jiang Fulai, “Line cutting, she cut in line, otherwise I wouldn’t possibly be so late.”

“You could have taken her out,” Jiang Fulai took a turn, frowning.

“That would be kind of impolite,” Miss Bai quipped, raising an eyebrow.

She leisurely opened her English vocabulary app, beginning to memorize words.

Jiang Fulai glanced at her, recalling a certain surveillance feed, the corner of his lips lifting slightly, “Well, that would indeed be quite impolite.”

However, regarding Bai Lian’s mention of line cutting, he took note, planning to ask someone about it later.

Bai Lian was serious about the issue with Yan Lu.

Right now, her concern wasn’t just because Zhang Shize was temporarily absent, but also because of the role Yan Lu was set to play; therefore, skipping lunch, she had rushed here, and seeing Yan Lu’s satisfactory performance, she was reassured.