This actor is punished

Chapter 106 Can I really play this role?

"Martial arts movie?" Wu Zui was taken aback when he received the call.

"Yeah." Zhou Ming responded on the phone: "The boss who invested in Bullet Fly last time felt very satisfied after watching it. This time, he plans to vote in another film, and they specified that you should play the leading role. He It’s not about you, so I’m here to ask if you have any schedule recently, so we two brothers can have a good chat.”

"Maybe it's not going well recently." Wu Zui said with some embarrassment: "Our new crew has just been prepared, and the schedule should not be squeezed out."

In fact, if it was Zhou Ming, he would not want to push away Wu Zui's play date. After all, he was able to enter this circle, and he can go so far. Most of the credit must be attributed to Zhou Ming.

But it was a coincidence that the crew of the new play had just finished preparations.

"Is that so? There is really no other way." Zhou Ming thought for a while: "Well, let's wait until your drama is finished. Anyway, I don't have any good ideas right now."

"Okay, it's a deal." Wu Zui nodded.

Then, hung up the phone.

Now he has one more important thing to do.

That is... a haircut!

Manager Jiang Hemo entered the lounge: "I have already made an appointment with John, a stylist who is popular with many artists in Shanghai. I think he can make a style that satisfies you."

"Top stylist?"

Wu Zui shook his head: "Actually, I don't need it too much. I can find a barber shop at random. I don't want to have a grand hairstyle."

Yes, that's right, Wu Zui is about to enter the stage of changing his image for the role again.

This time, there is no need to gain or lose weight, because his current weight and body shape are just right for playing the role of An Jiahe.

What needs to be changed most now is his hairstyle.

Although Liu Huaqiang has just finished playing, his hair is still very short.

But the biggest difference between An Jiahe and Liu Huaqiang is that although Liu Huaqiang's hairstyle is short, even though he is in prison, it is simply short.

But An Jia is different from this character. This is a character with a very refined image, that is to say, his hairstyle also belongs to the type of hairstyle that is refined.

Wu Zui's current hairline should not appear on An Jiahe's body, Wu Zui is not that strong yet.

So he was going to get a haircut, to get the hairstyle that a strong man should have.

This kind of hairstyle, the effect made by those old barbers on the street is more interesting than those made by top stylists.

Because they have a service called contouring, which is to scrape the face of the customer with a large blade.

The best results can only be achieved with a strong hairstyle that has been trimmed.

"Do you have to do that kind of look?" Jiang Hemo's mouth twitched: "It's very damaging to the image."

"When I played Liu Huaqiang chopping watermelons with a knife, did I still have an image?" Wu Zui said these words calmly.

"As an actor, if you care about your image, you can't perform a good work. If you want to fit the role, then your personality and appearance must be integrated."

In the end, under Wu Zui's insistence, Jiang Hemo turned down the appointment of the top stylist.

She was led by Wu Zui, and went to an old barbershop located in the old town with all kinds of twists and turns.

Even the signboards are faded, and the customers who usually go in for a haircut are the uncles and aunts nearby.

No, the guest just in front of Wu Zui was an old man with a loudspeaker hanging around his waist, while he was cutting his hair, there was a loud opera playing inside.

The voice was so loud that the uncle didn't even notice it, he hummed along leisurely, enjoying the grooming service of another old man's hairdresser with his eyes closed.

"There's something inside!" Wu Zui was delighted, and immediately knew that he had found the right place.

After about half an hour.

Wearing a new hairstyle, Wu Zui sat up again from the creaking wooden barber chair.

Jiang Hemo looked at Wu Zui at this moment, and sighed faintly.

Speaking of the original Wu Zui, his eyes are a bit fierce, but he is actually quite good-looking.

But now Wu Zui.
The forehead was shaved so smooth that the roots of the hair could not be seen at all, and it was almost reflective, and the hair at the back was also absurdly short.

"Young man, how energetic is this hairstyle!" The old man who cut his hair seemed to be very satisfied with his work.

"Thank you." Wu Zui stared at the old man.

Then, the old man looked directly into Wu Zui's eyes, his cloudy eyes suddenly cleared up, and he shuddered all over: "You don't have to thank me."

Wu Zui frowned, as if he had realized something, and was about to turn his eyes away.

However, this frowning look, in the eyes of others, is more or less a bit of a big brother's displeasure.

"Okay, don't talk about it!" However, Jiang Hemo noticed the scene where the old man secretly took out his mobile phone and secretly dialed, and directly took out a hundred-yuan bill and put it on the table: "Master, don't look for it."

Then, he pulled Wu Zui and left.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, Sister Mo, why are you walking so fast?"

"Didn't you see that everyone is going to call the police?" Jiang Hemo looked at Wu Zui in front of him helplessly, and sighed.

Well, I shaved my forehead, now without the cover of bangs, Wu Zui's magical eyes can be seen more intuitively.

Looking directly at this kind of cold eyes, it's like being stared at by a poisonous snake, as if waiting for an opportunity to pounce on you and bite you at any time.

Even Jiang Hemo was a little afraid to look directly.

"But at this time, it is even more necessary to explain, otherwise it will easily lead to big problems." Wu Zui said helplessly.

"Really?" Jiang Hemo didn't realize it, mainly because she hadn't had much contact with such a wicked person like Wu Zui before: "But we gave money."

"It's not a question of whether to give money or not, just watch it, we don't have to leave, let's find a place to sit down." Wu Zui said quietly.

While talking, he sat down on the edge of a flower bed and played with his mobile phone.

Don't ask him why.

Because of experience, more than 20 years of experience.

So, half an hour later, when Jiang Hemo and Wu Zui came out from the gate of Pudong Public Security Bureau, everyone was stupefied.

For the first time in her life, she just handed it over like this?
Oh, don't get me wrong, this is my first time in the game.

Then, Wu Zui held a lunch box and a bottle of milk in his hand.

"Look, it's like this if you don't explain it. I have been to this place dozens of times. Today I will take you back to visit the old place."

Jiang Hemo suddenly felt a little wronged.

I don't want to revisit this old place!Soul light! !

However, Wu Zui was actually quite sad in his heart.

He took out his phone and looked at himself reflected on the blacked out screen.

Can he really play the role of An Jiahe well?

After experiencing what happened just now, he began to feel a little unsure again.

(Thank you for the reward from book friends: wait quietly.)
(End of this chapter)