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Black-Humor-Episode-1-Professionalism第一章 专业素养 陆青北说"潜规则"的时候,表情严肃得像在讨论项目进度。 姚之之默默地把这句话记入了"娱乐圈迷惑行为大赏"的第一页。 采访结束后,她追上他,保持着一种"虽然我很崇拜你但我不傻"的距离。 "陆导,"她字正腔圆,"您刚才那句话,如果被媒体听到,明天头版标题就是《知名导演暗示潜规则,业内人士集体沉默》。" 陆青北转头看她,目光中带着一种"你认真的?"的困惑。 "我只是在开玩笑。" "陆导,"姚之之认真地说,"在娱乐圈,玩笑和新闻之间,只隔着一个标题党。" 陆青北:"……" 他盯着她看了三秒,突然笑了。 不是礼貌的微笑,是那种发自内心的、被逗乐的笑。 "你很有趣。" "谢谢,这是我经纪人说的。她说我有趣所以好忽悠。" 陆青北笑出声来。 然后他递给她一张名片。 "明天来片场。" "陆导,您不觉得直接给人名片不太合适吗?" "你刚才不是在提醒我吗?"...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 0 Views 0 ΠροεπισκόπησηΠαρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
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The Ghost Pulse: The Resonance of the RuinThe DuBois estate did not just sit upon the Louisiana soil; it haunted it. It was a structure composed of more than just wood and stone; it was built from the accumulated psychic residue of a century of grief. To the casual observer, it was a rotting plantation house, a victim of the humidity and the neglect of time. But to those who dwelt within, it was a living organism, a vast, decaying lung...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 1 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Observer''s DeathFrank Delaney has been coaching boxing for thirty-six years. He knows talent when he sees it. Talent is in the hands -- not the size, but the shape. The way the fingers curl when the hand is relaxed. Talent is in the hips -- the rotation, the quickness, the way a kid can turn his waist before he has even decided to throw a punch. Talent is in the feet -- the lightness, the balance, the way a...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 2 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Darkness Between UsThe rain had been falling since morning, a thin grey drizzle that turned London's streets into mirrors of itself. Elara Whitmore stood at her bedroom window on the third floor of Blackwood House and watched the carriages splash through Waterloo Bridge, their lanterns bleeding into the puddles below. Six years. She had spent six years in this house, ever since her father's bank failed and took...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 0 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Center That Would Not HoldDale noticed it first. He was the one who worked next to Harper every day, the one whose station was three feet from hers, the one who had watched her hands sort parts for six years. He was the hub that connected Harper to the rest of the factory, the node through which information about her flowed to everyone else. When Dale stopped talking about Harper, the network began to fail. It started...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 2 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Rust Belt DiamondThe factory closed on a Tuesday in November. Tommy Briggs was at his station on the assembly line when the foreman came around with a clipboard and a look that said he had delivered this same look to the same kind of men in the same kind of factories in the same kind of towns for thirty years and would continue to do so until there were no factories left and no towns left and nothing left but...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 6 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Theater of DustThe Theater of Dust Act I Dixie Lanier left Holly Springs on a Thursday in the rain, carrying a trunk that contained seven lace dresses, a photograph of her mother (who had died when Dixie was nine), and a letter from her dying grandfather to a man named Malcolm Cross. The Laniers had once been the most prominent family in northern Mississippi. They had land and slaves and a plantation that...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 6 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Clockwork LabyrinthThe city of Aethelgard was a masterpiece of brass and hubris, a vertical metropolis where the nobility lived in the sun-drenched spires and the 'Oil-Sinks' labored in the perpetual twilight of the Gear-Works. The city was governed by the Great Chronos, a monolithic clockwork engine that synchronized every breath, every transaction, and every heartbeat of its citizens. To be 'out of sync' was...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 2 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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Three Sinkings, or the Geometry of CollapseThe first sinking was a room. I was seventeen years old, and my bedroom was on the east side of Beaumont Manor, the side that faced the bayou and the dying cypress and the abandoned cane fields where the ground had begun to open in sinkholes the size of kitchen tables. My room had been my mother's room when she was a girl, and her mother's before that, going back in a line of Beaumont daughters...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 7 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Last RomanticThe rain in fin-de-siècle Paris tasted of ozone and old regrets. Julian had woken up in a small attic room in Montmartre with a mind like a bleached bone. He knew how to kill a man in twelve different ways, and he knew how to vanish into a crowd, but he didn't know the sound of his own mother's voice. He was a ghost in the city of light, a man with the skills of a predator and the soul of an...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 7 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Stardust WaltzThe Stardust Waltz The snow in New York does not fall. It arrives, like a verdict, all at once, covering the city in a blanket of quiet white that makes the skyscrapers look like they are growing from a winter landscape painted by someone who had never actually seen snow. It was December, 1926, and I was twenty-six years old, standing on the balcony of my family's mansion on Fifth Avenue,...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 5 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Patient from BelowACT I: THE LISTENING The sanatorium sat on the edge of Whitechapel, where the fog never fully lifted and the gas lamps cast yellow circles on cobblestones that were perpetually damp. Julian Ashworth had been sent here by his physician after his "episode" at twenty-five—a nervous breakdown, the doctor called it, though Julian suspected the word "nervous" was a euphemism for something the doctor...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 7 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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