Volume 1 Chapter 88 Bald Head

  "What's wrong with Wenwen?" "Is it her? No wonder she dares to speak at this time." "Director Zhou actually didn't get angry?"

  A head of black curly hair, Mo Wen said with a light makeup, wearing a windbreaker, walked out of the exclusive dressing room of a big brand, didn't even glance at Zhou Xingchi, and said to the makeup artist "Xiao He, come here."

  What's even more surprising is that after the makeup artist arrived, she didn't say a word and completely ignored Zhou Xingchi, not even greeting Ge You, and instead directly took the makeup artist back to the dressing room.

  Ge You's eyes twitched again.

  No one dares to speak out in this situation, whoever speaks more will definitely become a target.

  Lin Xiao clearly saw Zhou Xingchi's chest heaving up and down, his fists clenched tightly, staring fixedly at the dressing room.

  "I didn't expect Mo Wenwei to be such a big shot." Huang Bo said in a low voice "I used to think she was the gentle type of woman."

  "It's not necessarily a big brand." Lin Xiao chuckled and suddenly remembered a rumor from his previous life.

  Zhou Xingchi and Yu Wenyong had been married for thirteen years, but at the end of 1997, they secretly developed an underground relationship with Mo Wenwei. More importantly, this secret was later confirmed by Mo Wenwei himself.

  Three years later, by the end of 2000, it was already the end of their underground love affair.

  No wonder Mo Wenwei had this attitude. Lin Xiao felt relieved in her heart, but soon she felt puzzled again. Since they were already going to the end, why would Mo Wenwei agree to take on this play?

  "Alright, let's continue talking." The room fell silent for about ten seconds before Zhou Xingchi spoke up in a tone similar to his previous one.

  Then he turned around and said to Ge You, "Mr. Ge, sorry about that."

  "It's nothing," Ge You said "I'll go sit down first, we can talk again when you're free."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the rest room.

  Everyone let out a sigh of relief, no one wanted to stay in a discordant crew, especially the discord between the director and the big-name stars, which would affect the innocent people below, possibly causing many newcomers to die before they even had a chance to succeed, without even knowing what was going on.

  The makeup artists gathered around Zhou Xingchi again, this time their attitude was more serious.

  It wasn't until more than ten minutes had passed that they dispersed, and immediately, a makeup artist with a small mustache and braids, about thirty years old, walked up to Lin Xiao.

  "Lin Xiao?" he asked tentatively.

  "Do you know me?" Lin Xiao also felt curious.

  "The cover boy of Chinese fashion magazines, how could I not know you?" The makeup artist smiled and stretched out one hand "It's an honor to do your makeup."

  After a few words, Lin Xiao followed Wang Ze Kuan into the dressing room.

  Their dressing room, far inferior to Mo Wenyu's large dressing room. But what should be there is still complete, a mirror, the dresser is full of cosmetics.

  "Does Mr. Lin have any favorite brands?" Little Whiskers lovingly picked up box after box of cosmetics, and Lin Xiao discovered that there were actually quite a few high-end brands.

  "Shiseido is better." He said with a smile "Designers are all male designers, and Shiseido has better skin care properties."

  "Good stuff." Little Hu's thumb went up.

  Makeup isn't difficult, and after more than 10 minutes, the makeup was completed. Little Hu pointed to a stack of clothes next to him and said, "Mr. Lin, try them on first. There are several types of clothes to choose from. One is the mainland's jersey, one is Hong Kong's jersey, one is Shaolin Temple's clothing, and another is a foreign jersey. According to Director Zhou's requirements, the first time was to try on the Hong Kong jersey."

  Lin Xiao glanced at him lightly, the four words "your mainland" from his opponent earlier made him feel very uncomfortable, but he also didn't say anything.

  After changing his clothes, he and Xiaohuzi returned to the hall again, only to find that many people had already finished drawing.

  Zhou Xingchi was chatting and laughing with Ge You on the sofa, if he hadn't seen Ge You's subtle change in expression earlier, he would have never noticed his discontent.

  And next to them were over ten thirty-year-old men and women who were in charge of styling for the Shaolin Soccer team.

  "When speaking, laugh exaggeratedly, like close contact with people..." Lin Xiao looked at everything in front of him and suddenly heard a murmuring voice beside him.

  He couldn't help but burst out laughing when he turned his head, and Hou Wen Hui, aka "Jiang Bao", was staring intently at Zhou Xing Chi's every move, talking non-stop.

  Feeling Lin Xiao's gaze, He Wenhui withdrew his own gaze and curled up the corner of his mouth, which was equivalent to a smile.

  "What are you doing?" Lin Xiao asked with a smile.

  "Research." He Wen Hui and the sauce explosion in his memory are different, not a few words, nor a bit dull "My interest is research. In fact, I don't like acting at all."

  "Don't you like playing Shaolin soccer anymore?" Lin Xiao asked curiously.

  "It was actually me who signed up myself." He Wenhui said "I really don't like acting, but I like studying."

  "Especially researchers, Zhou Xingchi is my next research subject."

  Lin Xiao chuckled and nodded, stroking his chin. It seemed that he had misunderstood something - He Xunhui's neurosis and the play did have some commonalities after all.

  It wasn't long before all the makeup was completed. Fifteen key characters, lined up in a row, like products waiting to be inspected, awaited Zhou Xingchi and the art director's judgment.

  A thin middle-aged man stood up and walked in front of everyone, carefully looking at each person one by one. Finally, he sighed and shook his head.

  "Zhou Dao, what do you think?" He still asked formally.

  "This is your job."

  A middle-aged man nodded and turned around, "Forget it, let me talk about Mo Mei Lin first. He's not a good-looking guy to begin with, why do you have to lean towards that aspect? Also, the shading in your painting is too heavy. Have you thought about it, the shot of him appearing on stage is the last scene, and he'll be exposed under the sun for such a long time, the deliberately painted shadows will easily be noticed by people."

  The makeup artists nodded in agreement and some even started taking out their notebooks to take notes.

  Just as the middle-aged man was about to finish speaking, Zhou Xingchi suddenly spoke up, "This uniform, I don't think it's good. Let's change into another one. Also, we are the Shaolin soccer team, in order to fit this theme, I suggest everyone shave their heads."

  "Director Zhou, are you saying that every single one of us has to shave our heads?" Before the actors could even nod in agreement, the middle-aged man spoke up, his face filled with shock. Clearly, this was a sudden idea that had just popped into Zhou Xingchi's head.

  "Of course." Zhou Xingchi nodded "I'm no exception either."

  The actors didn't say anything, and Lin Xiao didn't say much either. Anyway, it was not long since he had shaved his head in the Kangxi dynasty, so it didn't matter.

  "Are we included?" Just then, a woman's voice sounded again.

  Don't be ridiculous! Everyone's mind flashed with the owner of this voice, and suddenly, the hall fell into an awkward silence again.

  Zhou Xingchi's face changed again and quickly returned to normal "Right, all football players."

  "Zhou Dao, this is probably not quite right?" Zhang Bai Zhi was the first to stand up, all three of them were wearing football uniforms, and they even stuck on two obviously fake small mustaches.

  However, this is exactly the style Zhou Xingchi wants, sharp and unconventional.

  "Star Brother." Mo Wenhui's address was quite stiff, and anyone could tell that her relationship with Zhou Xingchi was not as harmonious as the outside world had said. "The appearance of a female artist is ranked first, and there is no mention in the contract that we need to shave our heads. You suddenly bring it up, and I'm afraid we can't explain it to our fans."

  Lin Xiao, who had long known that the two were in cahoots, watched Zhou Xingchi's facial expression with great interest. Sure enough, when he called him "Star Grandfather", his mouth corners twitched slightly.

  "For the sake of the film, I'm willing to compensate for your losses." Zhou Xingchi finally said indifferently after a long consideration.

  "It's not like that. This kind of thing should have been considered from the start, it will damage our reputation, which can't be measured by money." Mo Wen said with a hum "If I have to shave my head, before the contract comes out again, I'm sorry but I won't be able to attend the fitting."

  After she finished speaking, she actually turned around and went back to the dressing room without looking back.

  Showing off! Almost everyone's mind simultaneously popped up with these three words.

  However, no one dared to speak out, after all, the other party was a well-known amphibious artist and also Zhou Xingchi's old partner. Since Zhou Xingchi didn't make any statement, what were they going to do by joining in?

  Only Lin Xiao knew that between these two, it had probably reached the point where they couldn't help but split up. On the surface, they were pretending to be on good terms, but in reality, it wasn't that simple. Just like Zhou Xingchi and Wu Mengda, even when Ding Zongwu, Wu Mengda, and Xie Xian hadn't arrived yet, Zhou Xingchi didn't say anything.

  "This crew is really a headache." He sighed secretly, minding his own business was what he should do, and not bother with anything else. Otherwise, being drawn into this kind of superstar-level dispute, especially this kind of scandalous emotional dispute, would be disastrous for a newcomer like him.

  Mo Wenzhao's sudden departure only brought Zhao Wei and Zhang Bozhi's speechlessness, they were one more clever than the other, completely keeping their mouths shut.

  Ge You wore an air of nonchalance, leisurely sipping his tea.

  "Miss Zhao, Miss Zhang." Zhou Xingchi's forehead throbbed with a few visible veins for half a day before he managed to suppress them, forcing a smile as he asked Zhao Wei and Zhang Bozhi, "What do you think?"

  "I don't have much of a relationship with him, but I need to make things clear with my fans." Zhao Wei thought for a moment and said "Director Zhou, you also know that now I have record releases too. If I shave my head, then for a very long time, I won't be able to release records again, and many appointments will have to be postponed."

  "It doesn't matter to me either." Zhang Bozhi said immediately after.

  Lin Xiao smiled slightly, Zhang Bozhi was good, Zhao Wei had already begun to hint that his bald head was not cheap, and indeed, those who mixed in the circle for a long time were all sophisticated people.

  Zhou Xingchi rubbed his temples and thought for nearly ten minutes before saying expressionlessly, "Alright, I'll try my best to satisfy you. I'll have someone go modify the contract right away."

  Change contract? Lin Xiao quickly thought back in his mind, in his previous life's Shaolin football, no one was bald!