Qin Guan's raised lips and wild expression made him seem like an evil spirit, but he was actually just a playboy. Director Xu now realized why Jiang Wen had recommended him for the part.
The man's polished acting skills were like uncut jade. He was the best choice for portraying noblemen and scholars now that occidental and oriental culture had clashed in China.
Jiang Wen was a skilled, refined actor, but he wouldn't have been able to achieve that subtle effect. The role was not his cup of tea, but it fit Qin Guan perfectly.
It seemed like the Austrian author had given Qin Guan his entire soul and essence. After nearly one century, his classic work had finally found a genuine hero.
The moving camera pulled Xu back from her thoughts. Qin Guan got off his motorcycle elegantly, his long windcoat flying in the air, and waved at the girls in apology for the intrusion. His wide smile shocked the girls, who felt the first awakening of love in their hearts.
