I am a Big Player
Chapter 532 - 526, Master Level Acting Reenactment (Second Update)_1

Chapter 532: 526, Master Level Acting Reenactment (Second Update)_1

Zhang Ming glanced at Chen Da, who was still deep in thought, and remembered how innocent and young Chen Da had been when he first joined the troupe. In the blink of an eye, 20 years had passed, and Chen Da had left the entertainment industry due to its current state to teach at the Central Academy of Drama.

The man refrained from discussing films, TV dramas, or anything related to the entertainment industry, focusing solely on theater. The play Chen Da had put together this time actually had great potential for film and television adaptation, given that the script was quite interesting in its own right.

However, no one was willing to invest in Chen Da now. He had offended a number of people in the entertainment industry in the past, and even Zhang Ming couldn’t help him much more now, as they were all part of the same circle.

But Zhang Ming couldn’t bear to see such good material go to waste. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "If you still want to get back into filmmaking, then this student could very well be your chance."

As for what kind of opportunity it was, Zhang Ming did not say. He wouldn’t forget the things Zhou had entrusted to him with a thousand warnings; it was a promise between friends.

Meanwhile, Chen Da pondered what sort of opportunity it could be. Just what kind of person was this young man for Zhang Ming to believe he could help him return to the film industry?

Truthfully, he really wanted to go back.

Without the chance for further thought, as they conversed, an hour flew by. Backstage preparations were complete, and the audience had gradually filled their seats.

The Black Box Theater is actually a synonym for a specific concept: in a black box theater, there is no distinct separation between the seats of the audience and the actors.

Everyone sits on tiered, classroom-style seating, while the stage is not elevated but rather a level floor.

The Black Box Theater is very small, so small that it can only accommodate a little over 400 people. Its history within the Central Academy of Drama is long, hence the fixed theater seats on the ground are a bit worn, but that doesn’t detract from its sacred status in the hearts of many.

Any troupe that can perform there is considered top-notch nationwide, and a tour would certainly attract a large audience of theater enthusiasts.

Here, social status doesn’t matter. You simply sit wherever you find a seat, without any deference to who has more clout or reserved seating, even Zhang Ming had come early to snag a spot.

Here, they are merely audience members, at least that’s how the Central Academy of Drama defines them, showing no favoritism.

But strangely, the less these big names receive special treatment, the more sacred the place feels to them.

It must be said that humans are indeed curious creatures.

Chen Da composed himself and, dressed in a formal suit, stepped onto the stage to deliver the opening speech. His words were simple and aligned with his usual style.

After he finished speaking, the performance officially began.

The lights went out, plunging the Black Box Theater into pitch darkness, rendering it impossible to see one’s own hand. When the lights came on again, the stage had been transformed with movable backdrops that could be quickly switched out and a beggar sprawled on the ground.

The appearance of the beggar was jarring; performers should enter the stage once the lights were on as the script dictates, but this beggar was suddenly there, as if part of the set design...

But the issue was... this beggar looked so wretched, almost like a real beggar, lacking any theatrical effect. For some reason, many in the audience felt a twinge of compassion, almost wanting to throw some money his way...

Sitting in the back row, Yang Xi couldn’t help but find Ren He’s unique entrance amusing; it was downright hilarious. This was the first time she had seen Ren He appear before her like this!

The young man was like a star in the sky, dazzling and bright, yet here he was, willingly playing a beggar to experience theater life...

Yang Xi found Ren He’s portrayal of the beggar so convincing that she involuntarily incorporated this image into her view of Ren He, thinking this was what he would look like begging on the streets, so pitiful...

While other audience members felt pity, Yang Xi felt heartache. In the blink of an eye, she decided that if Ren He ever became disabled, she would take care of him for the rest of his life, never letting him end up on the streets...

Thinking about it made her happy first, I guess even if Ren He became disabled, he wouldn’t end up on the streets, isn’t making money what he’s best at?

What am I thinking about? Yang Xi chuckled to herself alone.

Sitting next to her were Li Shuaizhen, Yang Runrun, and Zhang Jinglin...

The three brothers from room 313 were feeling extremely nervous, the international superstar was sitting right next to them, and Yang Xi’s formidable presence when playing Dota was an image still fresh in their minds.

Just a few days ago, Li Shuaizhen couldn’t help but ask Ren He privately, "That... is your wife’s temper not so good?"

Ren He was also helpless; Yang Xi was only like this when playing Dota...

Today, when Yang Xi first met them, she casually said, "Are you three the roommates who keep dragging Ren He down?"

Instantly, Li Shuaizhen felt as though Yang Xi’s figure loomed immensely large, while he and the others were like ants struggling to survive under her shadow, her aura was too powerful! Indeed, it’s all about the aura!

"If someone at school pursues Ren He, you must tell me immediately, understand?" Yang Xi sideways glanced at the three of them as she spoke.

The three men quickly nodded; when it came to a display of aura, they were brought to their knees at first encounter, what’s the point of resisting?

They thought Ren He was a liar, hadn’t he said Yang Xi was very approachable and easy to get along with? And this was the outcome?

However, they thought to themselves, Yang Xi seemed to really care about Ren He...

At this moment, the plot progressed, gradually unfolding the essence of the entire drama to the audience: a satire of materialism.

Some directors with a sense of mission prefer to address certain social phenomena in their work, and Chen Da considered himself to be a very talented and passionate drama director.

This absurd and humorous play elicited continuous laughter from the audience, yet behind the laughter, as they watched the hotel owner, the beautiful girl, the officials, peasants, and workers each being attracted by money and fame, they also felt a moment of reflection.

At this point, Ren He was nothing more than a complete stage background, unnoticed by anyone.

However, as the drama reached its climax, Chen Da clenched his fists from below the stage, the success of this play hinged on the final eight minutes. No matter what Ren He’s status was, no matter how glorious Ren He’s past had been, he only hoped that Ren He would not let him down tonight.

The experts in attendance knew their stuff; at this moment, the entire stage went dark, surrounded by endless darkness, with just a beam of light shining on Ren He, as if the world had fallen silent.

The person standing beside Ren He scattered money on the ground, which Ren He crawled over to pick up and hold in his arms, then tore up.

This was a performance Chen Da had seen before, and today with the help of the lighting, Ren He’s acting was even more vividly displayed.

At this moment, countless connoisseurs below the stage got goosebumps, feeling as if the performer had reached straight into their hearts.

Such a sensation was so rare, only occasionally seen in those veteran actors, perfect in detail handling, perfect in tone, perfect in their gaze!

"When did Central Academy of Drama produce such a character?" someone whispered: "After the show, I’ll ask Chen Da, my side is missing a role. Later, I’ll book a private room at the hotel, I’ll invite Chen Da and this student for a meal."

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Leaving for Wuhan, my hometown, tomorrow morning, the second wedding is on the 13th, very helpless, I never imagined that the wedding matters wouldn’t end with getting married, we’re also having a formal ceremony in Wuhan... I’ll be in Wuhan from tomorrow until the 13th, I was thinking of inviting the Wuhan readers to dine, but there probably won’t be time...