"Who is this upstart with no acting skills? Are the idiots at Miaofeng Films stuffing any trash my way? Do they think I'm a garbage bin? Get out, get out, get out, and stop disgusting me!"
Jiang Ling's heart sank upon hearing this.
My goodness, what a temper!
However, Dong Haisheng certainly had the right to throw a tantrum.
He was a big shot in the directing world, his fame and the classics he created surpassing even Guan Suying.
If Guan Suying was a top-tier director, he was the pinnacle of that tier.
Talented individuals often had strong personalities.
The assistant director said with some embarrassment, "Miss Jiang... well, Director Dong has been dealing with a lot of troubles lately, and his temper is a bit short. Please be understanding."
Jiang Ling said calmly, "I understand!"
With that, she slowly walked over.
The young idol, thoroughly berated by Dong Haisheng, dared not retort, his lips clenched tightly.
He had no standing, being only a second-tier star.
A regular director scolding him might elicit a few words in return, but daring to talk back to a director as prominent as Dong Haisheng was tantamount to courting death!
"Scram!"
Dong Haisheng waved his hand in disgust, as if shooing away a large fly.
The young idol, his face etched with humiliation, slunk away.
Dong Haisheng turned his gaze to Jiang Ling, sizing her up. His eyes finally settled on her clear, autumn-water-like eyes, and his expression softened slightly.
"Good eyes,"
Dong Haisheng nodded, then asked, "Have you read the script?"
Jiang Ling nodded. "Yes, it's a good script, but its theme is too profound. If it's filmed, audiences might not grasp its intricacies."
A flicker of pleasant surprise flashed in Dong Haisheng's eyes. "You can even see the theme? You seem to be a cultured person. How many times did you read the script before coming?"
"Seven or eight times!" Jiang Ling replied frankly.
"To grasp its essence with only seven or eight readings, you're a talent!" Dong Haisheng couldn't help but give her a thumbs-up.
"You flatter me!"
"Since you can appreciate the script's brilliance, you must also realize how challenging the role of Hailong is, right? Do you have confidence?"
Jiang Ling smiled slyly and asked in return, "What do you think?"
"Hahaha..."
Dong Haisheng burst into laughter and pointed to the dressing room on the left. "Go change!"
Jiang Ling turned and headed for the dressing room.
Inside, over a dozen qipaos hung on display.
Each qipao was meticulously handcrafted by seasoned artisans, made from the finest silk, exuding a lustrous sheen.
The qipao was the divine attire that best showcased the beauty of Eastern women, a favorite among Republic-era socialites and ladies, practically a synonym for elegance and fashion.
After a moment's thought, Jiang Ling chose a pale purple qipao with a subtle diamond pattern.
Sister Sa looked at it and frowned, "Lingzi, there are so many beautiful qipaos, why did you choose this one?"
Jiang Ling didn't answer and glanced at Jian Zhou.
Jian Zhou smiled, "Fine jade needs no carving!"
"Fine jade needs no carving" meant, as the name suggested, that excellent jade required no elaborate carving; its natural beauty was enough.
This explained why jade pieces that fetched astronomical prices were often bangles, pendants, or other items devoid of any carving.
Jiang Ling's natural foundation was already excellent, her looks and figure surpassing many actresses her age.
Her role this time was a talented and beautiful Republic-era goddess, whose demeanor was more important than her looks.
If she wore something too flashy, it would fail to convey Hailong's inner grace and intellectual beauty that stemmed from her erudition.