When Xize stepped onto the red carpet and appeared on the giant light screen, he brought an immense surprise to the event. From newcomers to stars, investors, directors, and even some artists present, everyone was astonished by that fresh Asian face. People inside and outside the venue were discussing the newcomer's identity, eagerly wanting to know more about him.
Thus, as Xize followed Xia Li into the venue, he naturally attracted a multitude of gazes. These gazes were filled with scrutiny, curiosity, surprise, and of course, envy and jealousy, along with some ill-intentioned stares.
Regardless, the first impression this Asian newcomer gave was like that of a white porcelain vase with an oriental charm. His black eyes were clear and pure, his expression calm and serene, with a faint smile on his lips. Frankly speaking, if not for his Asian identity, many would see Xize as just a pretty face. But this industry never lacks beautiful vases.
However, when the exclusive Silver Fox Entertainment light screens began displaying the newcomers' photos, no one expected that after the disappearance of the little foxes representing Silver Fox, a photo with a striking visual impact, dominated by black, red, and gold, would appear magnified dozens of times on the screen.
The first photo was a close-up of Xize, dressed in golden armor with a golden helmet, set against a backdrop of fiery red as if burning in the sky. His black eyes stared ahead, deep and powerful, exuding an aura of righteousness, as if he were standing on a battlefield stained with warriors' blood, facing the enemy with thousands of troops behind him. In the upper right corner, a bold black ink character was stamped:
" Charge!"
The Xize in the photo was no longer the polite newcomer with a faint smile seen on the red carpet. The bold black " Charge!" contrasted sharply with the fiery red background, yet it all served to highlight the general in the photo, whose eyes were filled with a grand aura, fighting for his homeland.
The helmet covered his temples, eyebrows, and even part of his long face, but it couldn't hide the determined gaze in his eyes, filled with an overwhelming presence and deep light. His thin lips were pressed together, his face showing the fearlessness and bravery of a general at the front lines.
When the photo, magnified dozens of times, appeared before everyone's eyes, the aura emanating from it seemed to carry a force that hit everyone's gaze directly, presenting a vivid image of a real general.
Everyone was stunned by the photo, feeling as if they were watching a movie, with a grand scene of iron-clad soldiers behind the image. They waited for the person in the photo to make the next move, perhaps a war scene, or the general drawing his sword and shouting " Charge!" to the awaiting troops.
But no, the scene quickly changed to another artist's promotional photo, then the second and third. Some people were still in a daze, holding their champagne and staring, while others came to their senses, searching for Xia Li and cursing him silently for teasing their interest and then hiding it away.
Those who knew Xia Li well understood that he liked to save the best for last. Just when they were engrossed, he switched the photo away?! They felt like challenging him to a duel after school for this tease!
In the crystal palace-like banquet hall, many large light screens were displaying newcomers' promotional photos. But after Xize's imposing photo caught everyone's attention, many turned their gaze to the exclusive Silver Fox screen, igniting the atmosphere in the hall.
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Even Jane Anning felt a surge of heat in her eyes, despite not seeing the photo for the first time. Xize seemed to have a natural ability to evoke emotions, and the righteous general's photo made her heart leap with excitement.
As for those seeing Xize's photo for the first time, they were even more astonished. Xize perfectly demonstrated what it meant to have "drama in his eyes" with just one photo.
The hall buzzed with excitement, even seasoned stars discussed it, as did many managers and newcomers.
Some young women couldn't contain their excitement and screamed like the host Helen, "Ahhhh, is there a backup image of that photo?! I'm willing to pay a high price for it!!!"
The excited "Ahhhh" crowd quickly found their companions and gathered together, including some recently popular young divas.
Several newcomers, while "Ahhh"-ing and sharing their excitement with like-minded people, inwardly knelt in gratitude to Xize—what a great opportunity to mingle with top-tier stars! Without him, how could they be bonding with A-list actresses now?!
Discussions rose and fell in the hall. Veteran artists, holding their champagne, discussed calmly. Having been in the industry for years, they were pleased to see an Asian newcomer with such potential. They disliked those who rose through connections without talent, but welcomed a good-looking Asian face with acting potential.
For some renowned directors and resourceful media and film professionals, they remained the calmest. Holding the most concentrated resources, they understood the industry deeply and preferred to observe quietly, knowing that true talent would always shine.
Meanwhile, newcomers, second-tier artists, and a few jealous ones had mixed opinions about Xize.
After entering the venue, Xining stayed with his team. Seeing Xize's imposing photo, he felt a surge of jealousy and resentment but couldn't show it, standing coldly and clenching his fists.
His three teammates, however, couldn't stop discussing.
"Wow, looking like that is already envy-inducing, and he's so photogenic too. Comparing with him is frustrating."
"He's different from us, not in the same league. Just his face would attract many directors. But his camera presence is amazing."
"Let's find a chance to talk to him afterward. He doesn't seem hard to approach. I've never had an Asian friend."
The other two nodded in agreement. These three twenty-year-old boys discussed with envy but had a positive attitude, knowing that innate advantages shouldn't be envied, and learned advantages should be admired, not resented. They were optimistic, making Xining's silent resentment stand out.
After their discussion, Xining turned and coldly scolded them, "Don't you have work to do?"
The three boys pouted, not understanding Xining's outburst, but stopped discussing.
On the other side, Jane Anning quickly moved to Xize. At that moment, Xize was politely talking to a filmmaker with a glass of champagne. Jane Anning greeted the filmmaker and pulled Xize aside.
Xize glanced at the light screen ahead, frowning, "What's going on? Why only one photo?"
Jane Anning inwardly cursed Xia Li repeatedly, looking around and saying, "That old fox Xia Li! He did it on purpose. I just found out he moved your photos to the back to tease people."
Xize asked, puzzled, "To the end?"
Jane Anning looked at the light screen, now showing photos of Jia En's artists, "Not sure yet. Supposedly..." Her eyes suddenly widened, "It's here!"
The photo on the light screen faded, and the screen turned black, displaying the name "Xize." When these two characters appeared, there was no special reaction, just assuming it was another newcomer's name.
But when "Xize" disappeared and the Asian face reappeared, the whole hall buzzed. So, that Asian newcomer was named Xize?!
This time, the hall fell into an inexplicable silence. The noise gradually subsided until it was completely quiet, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. On the screen, Xize appeared again in a different image.
This was a celestial being, untouched by the mortal world, dressed in a plain white robe standing on still water, with a background of elegant light green. He stood sideways to the camera, long hair flowing behind him, eyes drifting into the distance.
His face bore an aloof and ethereal expression, his black eyes exuding a sense of transcendence from the mortal world, his gaze as gentle as moonlight.
Unlike the fierce general, this celestial being was emotionless and fearless. Although his gaze was distant, it felt like he would turn and leave at any moment, stepping on clouds, leaving no trace.
The photos transitioned, with Xize making subtle continuous movements. The first photo showed him sideways, the second retracting his gaze, the third looking into the distance, and the fourth showing his back as he walked away gracefully.
With a few seconds between each photo, the sequence felt like encountering a celestial being by a tranquil bamboo grove, only to watch him leave silently.
Viewers were left with a sense of loss, serenity, and a distant, tranquil mood.
But before they could fully digest their feelings, the third, fourth, up to the seventh set of photos appeared—
There was a swordsman with sharp eyebrows and a heroic spirit, a playful nobleman in blue, an elderly man in a gray robe with a wise yet aged demeanor, a simple-clothed book boy with a naive but mischievous look...
Even a demon in a bright red robe with an evil charm.
When Arnold, accompanied by Sam, entered the venue low-key through the staff entrance, they immediately saw the defiant and arrogant gaze on the screen.
Sam muttered a curse under his breath, glancing around the banquet hall in astonishment, "Why is it so quiet?!"