Chapter 523 519. Failed to pursue the dream, returned home to inherit the family property, then?

Xiao Zhao shook his finger again, "NONONO, prying into the lives of rich people is very attractive, and the appeal is very great."

"Besides, you are the second generation of a factory owner, so you are more approachable than people in finance or real estate. The factory is not that big, and netizens are not so disgusted with people who work in the real economy now."

"Just be more sincere."

"But..." Xiao Zhao drew out a long tone, as if thinking, "We need to make some changes."

"What changes?" Zheng Xinxin asked curiously.

Xiao Zhao did not answer, but asked: "Does your family have any grudges with the rich, or uncles who want to seize power?"

Zheng Xinxin shook his head: "My family has only one son for three generations."

"Boring." Xiao Zhao sighed, "Then are you socially anxious?"

Zheng Xinxin shook his head again: "I am an E person."

"So you start your own business, and your father is a creditor, and you have to run around every day to pay back the debt?"

This time it was Zheng Xinxin's turn to sigh, and she put on that crying face again: "My dad doesn't give me any money!"

Xiao Zhao spread his hands.

"You don't have any grudges among the rich, you're not a socially anxious young master, you're not a rich man who owes a lot of money and is forced to pay it back, and you can't even use the most interesting second-generation rich man who is unlucky and tragic."

Only then did Zheng Xinxin understand why Xiao Zhao asked those questions.

He immediately replied, “I can act.”

Xiao Zhao shook his head: "The character setting must have some truth. Pure acting won't work. It will be exposed after a long time."

Then he added: "Of course, you can't not act at all, you have to find a balance."

Anyway, she was allowed to speak on both sides.

Zheng Xinxin was silent, leaning back on the sofa, trying to digest what Xiao Zhao had said.

The longer you sit, the more you slide down.

The more he slipped, the brighter the smile on Xiao Zhao's face became.

Luo Yihang and Zheng Huan were both good at observing people's expressions and they keenly noticed what Xiao Zhao was thinking of.

Zheng Huan glanced at his son and coughed.

Zheng Xinxin did not respond.

Alas, this silly son, what is he thinking about? Why don’t he look up?

My son didn't remind me when I coughed.

But it reminded Xiao Zhao.

Xiao Zhao put the light that flashed in his mind into words and said, "Then the only one left is the useless young master. He just wants to eat and wait for death, and is forced to do this and that. Resistance is useless. A pitiful character, a funny man."

Zheng Xinxin heard this.

"what?"

At this time, he was almost like Ge You, a typical useless young master.

This was what gave her inspiration.

Fortunately, he added: "Some highlights are necessary occasionally."

Zheng Xinxin finally reacted and quickly sat up straight, "How do I look like a waste?"

"It's a character setting, it's acting." Xiao Zhao waved his hand casually, as if swatting away a fly. "By the way, can you act? If not, learn from him. He played the role of the unlucky guy very successfully."

Xiao Zhao pointed at Luo Shaoan and said this.

Luo Shaoan immediately retorted, "How can I be unlucky?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you have to have this kind of awareness. Not only do you have to deceive others, you also have to deceive yourself. This is called getting into the role. Do you understand?"

Zheng Xinxin curled her lips and said, "I studied drama."

He said it quite proudly.

Luo Yihang finally understood why Zheng Xinxin always had a crying face and knelt on one knee and turned around, but it was so natural.

It turns out that he is a British student studying drama. After hearing this, Xiao Zhao was surprised and applauded, "Wow, you are born to be a good-for-nothing. Change it up. You are now a poor rich second generation who failed to pursue your dream and was pulled back by your biological father to take over. Otherwise, your pocket money will be frozen."

"There are origin stories, too. You know, the kind that always say, when something fails, you go home to inherit the family fortune. This is you, you fail to pursue your dream, you go home to inherit the family fortune, and then the story follows."

"Isn't the attraction full at once?"

"It feels so good."

Xiao Zhao was very proud of himself. He looked around and showed off to everyone.

Zheng Xinxin was so angry.

He stood up and pointed at Xiao Zhao, "No one has ever said that to me!"

Xiao Zhao nodded and praised: "Yeah, yeah, that's it. One more thing, woman, you are playing with fire."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and asked Luo Yihang, "Look, he looks so funny when he plays a domineering CEO. I'm thinking about how to shoot the first part."

I lose my temper, but others think it's a joke and say it's funny...

Zheng Xinxin's shoulders slumped, he could no longer maintain his angry attitude, and collapsed back onto the sofa.

It turned into a crying face again.

Xiao Zhao burst out laughing, and then he realized that the guy’s father was there.

Then he quickly tried to make amends, "Boss Zheng, I don't mean anything else. I just think Mr. Zheng acted really well. He is worthy of having studied drama and graduated from a professional school."

Zheng Huan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhao, don't say that. I think the character you set is very good. I am interested in it after listening to it."

Xiao Zhao was very embarrassed and raised his hands and waved, "Mr. Zheng, you are too polite. You can just call me Xiao Zhao."

"Okay, okay, then Miss Zhao, how should we shoot the first part you mentioned?"

What a great question! Xiao Zhao was just looking to show off.

He immediately started showing off by talking and gesturing.

"How about this... you rent or borrow a villa, and decorate it luxuriously. It will be used as the filming location. Let Mr. Zheng wake up from the big bed, dress elegantly, eat breakfast, read the newspaper, and wear a suit and tie. It should be as classy as possible."

"At the same time, I did the voice-over and the inner monologue. I went abroad at a young age to study drama and train hard. My dream was to perform Shakespeare on an international stage."

"This narration ends with the door opening."

"Then the camera switches to the second scene. Mr. Zheng is sweating all over. He is pulling goods in the warehouse, or packing on the assembly line, or sealing boxes with tape. He works very hard."

"At the same time, the second voiceover begins, with the special effects of a thunderbolt from the blue. Failure, failure, continuous failure! I can't even play a minor role. I failed in my dream and had to go home to inherit the family property. At the end, I roared, no one told me that I had to move bricks before I could inherit the family property!"

"The direction is still short videos. This segment should be kept within one minute. What do you think?"

After saying that.

Clap, clap, clap, the applause rang out.

Zheng Huan was particularly considerate and kept applauding.

"This is great. I'll put it on the assembly line tomorrow."

Zheng Xinxin had already seen the scene in his mind and shuddered.

I quickly said, "That's not necessary. I can act well."

Xiao Zhao shook his head: "You have to act the first part, and strive to be realistic in the second part. If you are really thrown into the workshop to pack for a day or two, and really move goods, then it will be fine."

"The audience may not understand the life of rich people, but they know very well what it's like to move bricks."

click!
Zheng Xinxin's heart sank and she looked at Xiao Zhao with anger in her eyes.

But there's nothing I can do, my dad agreed.

He took the initiative to discuss with Xiao Zhao how to shoot, who would shoot, and what kind of work would be appropriate for his son to do.

Even the venue has been decided.

"I have a few villas left that have been renovated but never lived in. I'll just pick one to take a picture of."

How generous...

(End of this chapter)