Now—
There's only one role that's hard to cast.
Inside the Film and Television Base.
Zhang Yiren sat frowning in place, surrounded by a group of people with the same worried expressions, all pondering one thing: who should play "Master Mang"?
This is a fucking big deal!
Find Master Mang?
What a joke, is Master Mang going to make time to act for you?
Find someone to play Master Mang?
What kind of joke is this?
Once this film is released, wouldn't it turn into a show of true and false Master Mang?
"How about..."
The dwarf man sitting beside whispered, "I have a suggestion, how about we shoot from Master Mang's first-person perspective? That way, we won't need to have someone playing Master Mang come forward, just have to apply for Master Mang's voice from President Ai."
"Eh?"
Zhang Yiren was slightly taken aback, a spark of light flashed in his eyes, he looked up at the dwarf man's trembling lips: "Wait, wait... let me think."
In film history.
