Chapter 106 Can I really play this role well?

"Martial Arts Film?" Wu Zui was stunned for the first time when he received the call.

"Yes." Zhou Ming responded on the phone: "The guy who invested in bullet flying last time I felt very satisfied after watching it. This time I planned to invest in another movie. And someone pointed out that you want to play the leading role. He said it was not yours, so I asked if you have any schedule recently. Let's have a good chat."

"It may not be very good lately." 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 were Zhou Ming, Wu Zui would not want to recommend his drama invitation. After all, he was able to enter this circle and even get to this day. Most of the credit is attributed to Zhou Ming.

But it was a coincidence that the crew of the new drama has just been prepared.

"Is this true? There is really nothing I can do about it." Zhou Ming thought for a while: "Let's do this, wait until the filming of this drama is finished. Anyway, I don't have any good ideas now."

"Okay, one word is a matter of determination." Wu Zui nodded.

Then, hung up the phone.

Now he has one important thing to do.

That's haircut!

Agent Jiang Hemo entered the lounge: "I have made an appointment with John, a stylist who many artists in Shanghai like, and I guess he can make a look that satisfies you."

"Top stylist?"

Wu Zui shook his head: "Actually, it's not necessary. I can probably find a barber shop. I don't want to do a very grand hairstyle."

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

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

The most important thing to change now is your hairstyle.

Although he had just finished playing Liu Huaqiang, his hair was still very short.

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

But An Jia is different from this character. This is originally a character who looks very literary. In other words, his hairstyle is also a kind of literary hairstyle.

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

So he had to practice it and develop the hairstyle that strong people should have.

This hairstyle is more interesting than the ones made by the old barbers on the street.

Because they have a service called contouring, which is shaving around the guests' faces with large blades.

Only a strong man's hairstyle can achieve the best results.

"Do you have to do that look?" Jiang Hemo pulled the corners of his mouth: "It's very harmful to the image."

"When I played Liu Huaqiang playing the role of chopping watermelon with a knife, do I still have the image?" Wu Zui said this with a calm expression.

"Actors, they can't act good works if they care about their image. If they 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 taken by Wu Zui and went to an old barber shop in the old city.

Even the signs are faded, and the guests who usually go in to get a haircut are all old men and aunts nearby.

Just now, the guest in front of Wu Zui was an old man with a loud speaker hanging on his waist. While cutting his hair, there was a loud opera inside.

The sound was so loud that it was broken. The old man was still unaware of it, and hummed leisurely, closing his eyes and enjoying the contouring service of another old man and barber.

"It's so interesting!" Wu Zui was happy and immediately knew that he had found the right place.

About half an hour later.

Wu Zui sat up again from the crunchy wooden barber chair with a new hairstyle.

Jiang Hemo looked at Wu Zui at this time and sighed quietly.

If you talk about Wu Zui's original eyes were a bit fierce, but it was actually quite good-looking.

But now Wu Zui.

The forehead was smooth and the roots were invisible at all, and it was almost reflective. The hair behind it was also ridiculously short.

"The young man has such a spirited hairstyle!" The old man who cut the hair seemed to be very satisfied with his work.

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

Then, the old man looked directly at Wu Zui's eyes. His eyes, which were already a little cloudy, suddenly became clear and shivered: "No, thank you."

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

However, this frowning look fell into the eyes of others, and it made my elder brother feel a little unhappy.

"Okay, stop talking!" However, Jiang Hemo noticed the scene of the old man secretly dialing his phone secretly, and took out a hundred-dollar bill and placed it on the table: "Uncle, don't look for it."

Then, he pulled Wu Zui and left.

"Hey, hey, why are you doing, Sister Mo? Why are you going so fast?"

"Didn't you see that everyone is going to call the police?" Jiang Hemo looked at Wu Zui in front of him with a helpless look on his face and sighed.

OK, after shaved his forehead, he was no longer covered by bangs, and Wu Zui's magical eyes could be seen more intuitively.

This kind of cold-glowing look, when you look directly at it, it is like being targeted by a poisonous snake, as if you are waiting for an opportunity to pounce on you at any time and bite you.

Even Jiang Hemo dared not look directly at him.

"But it should be explained even more at this time, otherwise it will be easy to have big problems." Wu Zui said helplessly.

"Is that true?" Jiang Hemo didn't react, mainly because she had never been in contact with such an evil person like Wu Zuo before: "But we gave the money."

"This is not a question of whether to give money or not. Just see, we don't have to leave, find a place to sit down." Wu Zui said quietly.

As he was talking, he sat down right next to a flower bed and started playing with his cell phone.

Don't ask him why.

Because of experience, experience over the past 20 years.

So, half an hour later, when Jiang Hemo accompanied Wu Zui out of the gate of Pudong Public Security Bureau, everyone was covered in vain.

The first time in her life, did she hand over it over like this?

Oh, don't get me wrong, it's the first time I've entered the bureau.

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

"Look, if you don't explain, that's it. I've been here dozens of times. Today I will take you to visit the old place again."

Jiang Hemo suddenly felt a little wronged.

I don’t want to revisit this old place! My soul is faint!!

However, Wu Zui was actually a little sad.

He took out his cell phone and looked at himself reflected on the blackened 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.

(Thanks to book friends for the reward: wait quietly.)
Chapter completed!