The Great Showbiz Commando novel Chapter 22

Director Quentin poured a cup of tea into his mouth to put out the flames in his heart. He had planned to take a sip of the hot tea to cool himself down, but it was so hot that he shivered.

"Are you okay?" The deputy director asked anxiously.

"I'm fine." Director Quentin took a bottle of cold water and drank it slowly. He thought for a while and said, "Gather all the deputy directors, executive directors, casting directors, scriptwriters and producers to have a meeting. Let's discuss what to do next. "

"Okay, I'll contact them now."

In the meeting room of "Storm", everyone was sitting upright and grim. Some closed their eyes and smoked one cigarette after another, some constantly flipped through the script, and some quickly slid on the mobile screen with their fingertips. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were very upset and uneasy now.

"I'm sorry, Director Quentin. I'm late. There's a heavy traffic jam on the road." The scriptwriter ran into the meeting room, out of breath.

Director Quentin waved his hand and motioned the scriptwriter to come in. He sat on the main seat, looked at the people sitting on both sides and sighed, "Everyone knows why I asked you to have an emergency meeting. I didn't expect that Culbert, a playboy, was arrested for prostitution. Now let's discuss what to do."

"How is the shooting going now?" The producer asked.

"We mainly took the shots of Lindy. Yesterday, Culbert just joined the cast, so his scenes hadn't been shot much." The deputy director explained.

"Culbert is so notorious now. Can we still use him?" The scriptwriter asked in confusion.

The casting director said, "Culbert used to play a good man in TV dramas, and recently he won a best actor, so he has accumulated a lot of fans and popularity. If we give the role to another actor, won't the public think that we add insult to injury? "

"What are you talking about? Who the hell is he? Best actor? Only his agency has the nerve to publicize that meaningless award." Director Quentin scolded angrily.

The executive director also said with dissatisfaction, "I heard that he was detained for fifteen days and received education for six months. How can we wait for him for six months? We can't even wait for a month. One more day means more money. "

At the mention of the money, the producer's face darkened. He pounded on the table and said, "Change another actor. We can't wait!"

"Then who else? Who to play the role of Mr. Black? "

The executive director flipped through the address book and asked, "How about Bryan He?"

"His schedule is full recently, so he can't spare time at all."

"Then, how about Ken Xing?"

"No, he can't. His temperament is not in line with this role. He has left a deep impression of comedian on the audience. The audience wouldn't accept him as a gangster."

They listed a lot of people one by one. Either the schedule was too tight to arrange, or the character's temperament was too far from the script, or the acting skill was not satisfied.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the meeting room was extremely low. No one could think of anyone else suitable for this Mr. Black. They could only constantly check the address book or search online to see if there was any new actors suitable for this role recently.

The scriptwriter scratched his hair irritably and roared, "Who else can play the cruel and merciless old man? It's so annoying!"

Director Quentin suddenly came up with an idea. He said to the deputy director excitedly, "Hurry up and bring the shots we took yesterday. Hurry up."

"What's wrong?" The deputy director asked in confusion.