Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?-Chapter 618 - 424: Zhang Fuqiang
"Oh, sorry about that!"
With a laugh that carried a hint of nonchalance and a touch of flamboyance, the frosted glass door of the conference room was abruptly pushed open.
A middle-aged man in his forties strode in, wearing a floral shirt under an ill-fitting black suit, a thumb-thick gold chain making a dazzling appearance with each step.
His face was bloated with flesh, cheeks stained with an abnormal shade of wine red, his aura emanating a mix of cologne and smoke, a typical nouveau riche crashing a formal occasion.
The judges who had been sitting upright changed their expressions slightly, and stood up in unison, chairs scratching against the floor with a harsh sound.
"Teacher Zhang."
"President Zhang."
In the greetings from everyone, there was a deliberate obsequiousness.
Zhang Fuqiang glanced around with satisfaction, a smile playing on his thick lips, his gaze accurately landing on the real leather chair in the main seat: "I hope I'm not late?"
The assistant director squeezed out a smile: "Not late, not late. The timing is just right, we're about to begin."
Zhang Fuqiang nodded from above, his leather shoes stepping heavily on the floor, causing a dull noise from the leather as he settled in the main seat.
He casually grabbed the actor's information on the table, the paper seeming quite fragile between his thick fingers, yet his gaze already settled on the female actors lining up at the door:
"In that case, let's start and not waste everyone's time."
The first female actor walked in wearing high heels.
The assistant director cleared his throat: "The role here requires strong body expressiveness. Show us a dance if you can."
The girl bowed hastily, perhaps too nervous and flustered, her phone slipped from her palm.
Just as she picked up the phone and was about to play the music, Zhang Fuqiang frowned, impatiently tapping the table: "What? You didn't prepare the music in advance?"
His thick fingers tapped the table, the gold watch creating a crisp sound, "There are more than twenty others waiting behind! This lack of care, better leave early."
"Teacher Zhang, I..." The girl's face turned pale instantly, but was interrupted before she could finish.
"Next!" Zhang Fuqiang waved impatiently, the gold chain dizzying to the eyes.
The staff glanced at the assistant director, who adjusted his glasses and nodded, immediately shouting for the next person.
As the girl stumbled out, her high heels slipped on the tiled floor, almost causing her to fall.
When the second female actor started her display, Zhang Fuqiang directly tossed the materials aside.
He was half-limbo in his chair, his thick eyelids barely open, gaze scanning the girl's waist and hip curves like a scanner.
"Turn around again."
He suddenly spoke, a greasy smile crawling to the corners of his eyes, "That last move, slow it down."
For those who looked good, he'd require additional talents and body displays, his smile warming.
While he completely ignored the assistant director's silent protests for those who failed to catch Zhang Fuqiang's eye, frequently checking his watch, his urging words firing out like a cannon.
The oppressive atmosphere filled the conference room, throughout the brief hour-and-a-half interview, Zhang Fuqiang rhythmically tapped the floor with the tip of his shoe.
Despite the discontent everyone felt about his tyranny, they could only swallow it, knowing full well that in this room, the power of speech rested firmly in the hands of the man wearing the gold chain.
When the last interviewee exited the room on shaky steps, the assistant director wiped the sweat from his forehead, mustering enough energy to signal the staff to temporarily settle the waiting actresses in the next room for a rest. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
In front of the circular conference table, several committees sat in a circle, materials spread before them, with the photo of Interviewee No. 4 circled in red, her radiant eyes and precise micro-expressions during the audition convinced the assistant director and other judges she was the "dancer" they were looking for.
"Teacher Zhang, what do you think of this actress?"
The assistant director squeezed out a reluctant smile, pushing the material towards Zhang Fuqiang.
At this moment, Zhang Fuqiang was partially reclining on his seat, his thick fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest.
The office was quietly enough to hear the sizzle of a pen tip scratching across the paper, the silence weighing everyone down like a concrete mass.
The assistant director exchanged a glance with the other judges, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty, swallowing his nerves to continue:
"Teacher Zhang, if you have differing opinions, feel free to speak out. We can reconsider comprehensively; the role selection is not finalized yet, and your thoughts are crucial."
Upon these words, Zhang Fuqiang's once tense face broke into a smile, revealing a set of white teeth.
He leaned forward suddenly, his thick palm heavily clapping on the assistant director's shoulder, the strength nearly causing the glasses to slip to his nose:
"I knew it! Number 4 has good acting talent, but lacks in looks. We're searching for a dancer who stands on stage and captivates the audience with a glance!"
He pulled the materials, flipping through a few pages carelessly, "Look at these dance scenes, they all drive the plot forward. A dull choice won't draw the audience!"
The edge of the assistant director's mouth twitched uncontrollably, exchanging a look with the judge beside him, he finally asked: "So Teacher Zhang, who do you think is more suitable?"
Zhang Fuqiang triumphantly jabbed his finger at the photo of Interviewee No. 2, the girl in the picture adorned in a formfitting cheongsam, her S-shaped curve fully displayed:
"This one! Her figure, her looks, dressed in costume dancing on stage, she'll mesmerize the audience, guaranteed to make them dizzy!"
A subtle stir arose in the conference room, as several judges glanced at each other in silence.
