Chapter 512: Sister Run is Dumbfounded

While at the hotel, Wang Rong looked at the script and practiced several scenes in front of the mirror.

Often, when a director has an actor audition, they will test several different scenes.

Just like in *Dying to Survive*, the protagonist is initially destitute, later strikes it rich, then stops selling Medicine for fear of risk, and then starts selling it again... it is divided into several stages.

In each stage, the actor must express a different state, because the character is changing.

The character's identity will change, their social status will change, and their mindset and personality will also change.

Therefore, auditioning for just one stage of the Drama is useless.

Of course, a film with this kind of content is not something an ordinary Actor can perform.

For many people, being able to grasp one state is already quite good.

But Wang Rong is different; although he started as a Comedy actor and his representative works are mostly Comedy, he is, after all, a man who has won Best Actor once.

Luo Mo did not have him audition for the first stage, because he had seen several films Wang Rong acted in before, many of which featured him playing people at the bottom of society.

He started directly with the second stage, which is the part after the protagonist sells Medicine and strikes it rich.

This scene is when Cheng Yong, after making money, takes everyone to a bar for a team-building event to spend money.

It can be said that he was in a state of sudden, explosive wealth at that time.

His clothes were tacky, his hairstyle was sloppy, and his words and actions were actually similar to before; the only difference was that his wallet had become fatter, and his speech was more unbridled and had more confidence.

In many cases, it is indeed the thickness of a man's wallet that determines his attitude toward speaking and doing things.

Now, the scene to be auditioned is when everyone is drinking at the bar, and the bar manager comes over to have Xiaohui, who is sitting in a booth, go on stage to dance.

Although she has been helping Cheng Yong sell Medicine, she is herself a dancer at the bar, dancing... Pole Dancing.

Presumably, for many viewers who have seen the film, that dance scene is still incredibly profound.

On Earth, the Actor Tan Zhuo practiced Pole Dancing for a very long time to perform this scene well.

She grasped that air of allure extremely well.

However, Cheng Yong is certainly not happy about it; he feels that everyone is here to spend money today, and Xiaohui is not here to work.

Luo Mo looked at Wang Rong and said, "Shall I feed you the lines?"

"Sure," said Wang Rong.

Luo Mo did not intend to help act, nor did he intend to feed Wang Rong the scene. He was just sitting there reading the lines.

Wang Rong knew that this was increasing the difficulty for himself.

But he did not mind.

Luo Mo held the script and began, "Huihui, stop drinking, it's time for you to dance."

His tone was calm; he did not immerse himself in the role of the bar manager, and that kind of frivolous tone toward an employee was not presented either.

At the same time, this was a private dining booth, which was also very quiet; there was no boisterous atmosphere of a bar, and no dance music that makes people lose their heads.

The silence would make this scene harder to perform.

Wang Rong sat there playing Cheng Yong sitting in the booth; he rested one arm on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and made a gesture as if holding a cigarette.

At the same time, his eyes scanned the clothes rack to the side, as if sizing up the standing bar manager, slightly frowning, also carrying a sense of inquiry.

His face seemed to say: "Who is this brat?"

Luo Mo continued reading the lines, this time reading Xiaohui's: "Yong Ge, you guys go ahead and drink, I'll be back in a moment."

His own voice had a magnetic quality, and reading the lines of a female character affected Wang Rong's sense of immersion even more.

But good actors have their own conviction to support them when they act.

A sense of conviction is especially important.

Wang Rong was not affected in the slightest: "Where are you going?"

"He's calling me to dance."

"Dance what dance, sit down," Wang Rong ordered.

From beginning to end, he kept his legs crossed, his hand on the back of the chair, in the gesture of holding a cigarette.

The only things that changed were his eyes and expression.

"What are you doing, Huihui? I'm talking to you! Time to dance, let's go!" Luo Mo started reading the bar manager's lines again.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Wang Rong called out with his legs crossed.

Although the booth was very quiet, the scene to be immersed in was an incredibly boisterous bar, so his volume was certainly not loud enough, and others would not hear it.

"HEY!!!" Wang Rong increased his volume, stopping the bar manager and Xiaohui.

"Let go of her hand," Wang Rong said.

In this part, the bar manager directly puts his hands on Xiaohui, pulling her wrist; clearly, this level of groping was something he did often in his daily life.

"Don't you know she's a guest today? Come back and sit down," Wang Rong said again with a frown.

"I said come back and sit down, did you hear me?"

Seeing that Wang Rong was acting well, and because he was interested in the following scene himself, Luo Mo's interest was piqued; he no longer just recited the lines dryly, but stood up and started acting.

Luo Mo stood up, straightened his collar, put on that high-end wage-earner tone, and then sat down in front of Wang Rong.

In the Drama, this group of people was dressed tackily, looking like they had no money and hadn't been to a bar much, so the bar manager mistook them for Xiaohui's friends, bringing these poor wretches to his workplace to mess around.

Ning Dan watched with great interest from the side, looking at Wang Rong for a moment, then at Luo Mo.

She hadn't seen many film directors auditioning, nor had she seen many actors auditioning.

As a variety show director, she had only auditioned people participating in variety shows, especially when preparing for *Creating Idols*; that batch of young trainees had all sorts of monsters and demons, and she wanted to laugh just thinking about it now.

"Brother, look, how about this: let her go dance first, and after she's done, she'll come back to drink and hang out with you, okay?" Luo Mo said.

He maintained the basic politeness of someone in the service industry toward guests, but his attitude was the same as before: he was going to pull her on stage to do Pole Dancing.

There are actually many such people in reality; some staff members in luxury goods stores or high-consumption venues have an inexplicable arrogance of their own.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Wang Rong never uncrossed his legs; he raised a finger and pointed casually to the side, saying: "She's a guest today, what the hell is she supposed to dance for?"

Luo Mo pursed his lips, looked down at the tabletop, then looked at Wang Rong and said, "You tell me... if she doesn't do the Dancing, who will?"

Wang Rong immediately pointed at him and said, "You do it."

During this process, his delivery of the lines was very tight, and he replied with "You do it" at the fastest possible speed.

This grasp of rhythm is what can manifest many details.

That kind of "having money means doing whatever you want," without a second thought!

After speaking, he finally withdrew the hand that had been resting on the back of the chair, turned his head to take a drag of his cigarette, and then smiled at his side, as if he were laughing and joking with the others accompanying him.

"Are you joking with me?" Luo Mo said.

"Who's joking with you?" Wang Rong replied in a split second: "I'm fucking watching you dance today!"

"What kind of sense does it make for me to dance?" Luo Mo leaned forward: "The customer spends money to watch her dance."

"Short on money, are you?" Wang Rong made a gesture of casually throwing away his cigarette.

In a nightclub, not many people would honestly throw their cigarette butts into an ashtray.

He opened his wallet; he had actually come prepared, bringing a large amount of cash.

Wang Rong pulled out a stack directly, not counting it, not caring how much he had pulled out, and threw it directly onto the tabletop; he threw it very casually, and several bills even scattered onto the floor.

"Are you dancing or not?" he asked.

Luo Mo looked down at the stack of bills, then looked up at him in surprise.

Seeing that he didn't speak and didn't answer his question, Wang Rong didn't say much more, just took another stack of money from his wallet, threw it onto the table casually, raised his volume a bit, and said:

"Can you dance or not!?"

Luo Mo still didn't reply; he grinned, looked at the money, and then bit his upper lip with his lower teeth.

A stack of bills, thicker than the previous two times combined, was flung directly onto the table: "Are you dancing or not!?"

This time the tone was heavier, the volume higher, and that attitude of using money to bully people was revealed completely.

After speaking, Wang Rong leaned his whole body back and just stared at him like that.

Luo Mo stretched his head forward and said viciously: "You just wait for me!"

After this sentence was finished, Wang Rong burst out laughing.

It wasn't that his acting had collapsed, but that he had read the script and knew that Luo Mo was feeding him lines, and it would only go this far.

As for the shameful content that followed, how could Luo Mo perform it himself in the private room? If he did that, it would be... too fucking high, too fucking stimulating!

Seeing him laugh, Luo Mo laughed along too.

This actually left Ning Dan, who had been watching the acting intently from the side, confused.

"What's wrong?"

"What's supposed to happen next?"

"Are they going to fight? Are they causing trouble in the bar?"

Luo Mo and Wang Rong looked at each other and smiled, saying in unison: "Haha, guess!"

Inside the private room, Luo Mo let Wang Rong rest for three minutes to adjust his state, and then they tried the next stage of the scene.

He needed to detach himself from that nouveau riche feeling.

In the script, after Cheng Yong stopped selling Medicine, he settled down to do business and actually made a fortune.

Because he was earning money in a down-to-earth way, and with the passage of time, he had also become much more steady.

Luo Mo looked at Wang Rong and said: "No need to try the content in the script anymore, how about this..."

"Brother Rong, you act out... the scene where you see Lv Shouyi again."

On Earth, Lv Shouyi was played by Wang Chuanjun; his wife found Cheng Yong when they were at a dead end. At this time, because Lv Shouyi didn't want to drag his family down anymore and didn't want to treat his illness, he committed suicide once, but was rescued, leaving him in a state of extreme weakness.

Wang Rong nodded, then lowered his head and prepared for about seven or eight seconds.

When he raised his head again, his entire gaze and expression had changed completely from before.

His gaze was too complex, containing too many emotions, so much so that even though Ning Dan hadn't read the script, she could feel that this reunion scene had a unique significance in the movie!

Luo Mo looked at Wang Rong, and he smiled.

He extended a hand and said: "Happy to work with you."

Wang Rong smiled and shook his hand, saying: "Happy to work with you."

After their hands gripped, Luo Mo then said: "Brother Rong, but I have a Requirement."

"Hmm? You still have a Requirement? I haven't even discussed the pay, and I agreed to act unconditionally, and you still have a Requirement?" Wang Rong looked down at their gripped hands and jokingly tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't.

This sentence was actually also hinting to Luo Mo that he wouldn't demand an exorbitant price, and the pay was easy to talk about.

This was his sincerity.

"You come be the Producer for me," Luo Mo said.

After speaking, he also joked: "Don't worry, there's money!"

Wang Rong didn't answer directly, but instead asked a question: "This movie... are you going to play a role in it yourself?"

He had already witnessed the tension of Luo Mo's live performance on stage; Luo Mo's acting skills were definitely among the best of the younger generation.

Wang Rong felt that when he was at his stage, he definitely didn't act as well as him.

"This person can calm his heart down and knows how to plan; even when he's at his most popular, he's willing to set aside time to settle himself, to act in stage plays, to pursue further studies—it's remarkable." This was his inner thought.

He had read the script for *I Am Not a Medicine God*, and he felt that for Luo Mo's age, there were several extremely brilliant characters in it that he could play.

Listening to Wang Rong's question, Luo Mo said without a second thought: "I am."

Hearing this, Wang Rong's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed up: "Who are you playing?"

(ps: Second update, asking for monthly tickets.)

(End of chapter)