Sports Advertising (Update 2)

  Zheng Qiu's hands flew across the keyboard again, and a moment later, the screen was filled with screenshots of Mei Yu's portrayal of Palace Maid Xiaoqian. Each screenshot showed her in a different pose and expression, but there was one thing that remained constant - her eyes were all fixed on something outside the screen, staring directly at Zheng Qiu and Wan Ruan.

  Wan Rong couldn't help but whistle and praised: "This girl's eyes are really beautiful."

  Zheng Qiuxia glanced at him mockingly and explained indifferently, "Didn't you notice? Her eyes have been fixed on the camera all along."

  After finishing, Zheng Qiu played the entire set of clips from start to finish again, while pointing at the screen with his hand and saying: "Here, here, and here, did you see? She only showed her face three times, but each time she was able to accurately capture the camera's position. This is a very strong ability to control the lens."

  Wan Rong's brow furrowed as he listened to Zheng Qiu's words, and he forcefully stretched out his hand to select the repeat playback option. He watched the scene again with rapt attention, taking in the girl's exquisite acting skills at the beginning, as well as Xu Wei'ai's reluctant attempts to steal the spotlight.

  He nodded and admitted, "Not bad, this girl can indeed bring out Xiaoi's acting skills, but Xiaoi is not her match at all. Later on, the supporting actor might even be more impressive than the lead."

  Zheng Qiu nodded seriously and responded affirmatively, "Not bad, and Xiao Ai's mental quality... to put it bluntly, if she finishes filming this movie with this girl, she will never want to act again."

  Wan Rong nodded, put his hands on his shoulders, stood up straight, and cast a long shadow on Zheng Qiu's body, enveloping him tightly. He looked at the screen again, where the sweet-looking girl was still smiling, shook his head, and said regretfully: "What a pity..."

  Zheng Qiu lifted his head in the shadows, his handsome chin outlining a beautiful arc, his face unable to conceal his excitement. His hands were busy again, and on the screen appeared a close-up shot of a girl. Mei Yu tilted her head back and drank half a bottle of mineral water, her long robe slipping off her shoulders, a stream of clear water sliding down her collarbone and into her clothes, lazy yet with an unusual allure.

  Wan Rou's eyes lit up as she looked at Zheng Qiu and asked, "You mean...?"

  Zheng Qiulian nodded repeatedly, her eyes shining with excitement, as if a shopping enthusiast had discovered a long-coveted garment. She got straight to the point and said: "Aren't you just about to launch a new production line for sports drinks? What do you think of this girl?"

  Wan Rong gazed at the beauty on the screen for a while, her mouth open, revealing a row of neat and shiny white teeth, and said with great interest: "Then let's see if she has this skill. You know, in order to expand our influence, I adopted a city-wide selection model for this beverage advertisement. Even Xia Ai was rejected by me. Let's see if she can stand out."

  Zheng Qiubian leaned over and looked at the screen, where Mei Yu's skin was shining brightly. Her face was full of admiration: "Don't worry, she will definitely make a name for herself."

  Mei Yu received Zheng Qiu's phone call before leaving the house, and she left behind the phone number of the rented room. The phone could only receive calls but not make them, because it was inconvenient to split the phone bill.

  The new director's voice was better than she had imagined, with a lazy tone as if he had just woken up, rich and magnetic, "Hello, is this Miss Mei?"

  The other party couldn't see it, but Mei Yu still smiled and reminded him: "You'd better call me Mei Yu, Miss Mei doesn't seem to be a good omen."

  The phone on the other end was silent, and the other party seemed a bit embarrassed. Mei Yu's smile slowly fell, and she had an ominous feeling in her heart. Sure enough, Zheng Qiu's sincere voice with a hint of regret came from the other end of the line: "I'm very sorry, we all agree that you're not suitable for the role of Xiao Qian."

  Mei Yu couldn't describe the feeling in her heart, she was originally very confident in herself and thought that playing this supporting role was a sure thing, but unexpectedly she was rejected.

  For a moment, she felt a great sense of loss in her heart, so much so that she didn't hear what Zheng Qiuhou said next: "In a few days, the Jingli Beverage Company will be recruiting advertising models throughout the city. If Miss Mei Yu has time, why not give it a try?"

  Mei Yu put down the receiver, and she began to think repeatedly, wondering if she had done something not good enough, so that the audition for the role of Long Tao, which she wouldn't even look at before, actually failed.

  She walked out of the room absent-mindedly and all the way onto the subway, still thinking about whether it was her gaze or expression that wasn't quite right.

  Mei Yu's thinking has always been limited to her own acting inadequacies, without considering whether her outstanding performance might have affected the lead actor's performance. Who would have thought that a supporting actress could threaten the existence of the lead?

  In the midst of her introspection during the rainy season, the subway arrived at her destination, the location of the cemetery, Baoshan. Baoshan is not a high mountain, but it's entirely surrounded by lush, artificially planted cypress and pine trees. From the stone steps at the foot of the mountain, layer upon layer of marble tombstones can be seen standing upright on the mountain.

  The sun is very big, so it doesn't feel particularly gloomy, but instead makes the whole Treasure Mountain shrouded in a solemn and majestic atmosphere.

  There aren't many people on the mountain trail, everyone tacitly remains silent, not even glancing sideways. Who among them isn't a heartbroken person? No one wants others to see their own distress, and similarly, intruding upon someone else's sorrow is also extremely awkward.

  Plum rain, under this atmosphere, step by step climbing up, the land price here is almost comparable to the most expensive buildings in the city, every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, and it's getting more expensive as you go higher. By the time you reach the top of the mountain, just having money is not enough anymore.

  She stopped at the waist of the mountain and according to the information inquired from the cemetery management office at the foot of the mountain, the tomb of former movie star Yu Mei was here.

  The plum rain moves along the steps, horizontally towards the mountain belly, and all the branches that have grown horizontally have been pruned by the administrator. The road is unobstructed, along a row of tombstones, far away, I saw a man in black standing in front of a tombstone, probably mourning his relatives.

  Plum rain inadvertently walked past him, took two steps, her foot suddenly stopped, looked back suspiciously, no mistake, the black-clad man standing at the numbered location should be Yu Mei's resting place.

  Mei Yu carefully poured it back, the man was very tall, his broad shoulders completely blocked the three-foot-high tombstone, Mei Yu had to tiptoe and look over his shoulder, on which was clearly written: "Yu Mei's Tomb".

  Mei Yu couldn't help but admit that thinking about it was one thing, but seeing his own tombstone with his own eyes was another matter altogether.