Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Ye Xian Can Speak French!
Ye Xian had committed many misdeeds and embarrassing acts in the past, so many that they seemed to appear in front of his eyes like a basketful, as if he had convinced himself, and Huihui began to concentrate on shooting.
At the ball, the male lead, the female lead, Ning Xiner, and all the staff on set were watching Ye Xian intently, waiting for him to say ‘1234’
But Ye Xian just smiled and reached out his hand to the French businessman and said, “en Chine pour le bal organisé par shine.” (Hello Mr. Dupont, I am Gu Chen, welcome to China to attend the ball hosted by shine.)
When the young man blurted out in fluent French, everyone was astonished.
The Frenchman playing the businessman was taken aback, as he hadn’t expected there to be a Chinese actor in the crew who could speak French, and speak it so well. After a momentary daze, he quickly continued with his lines, “Bonjour, Monsieur Gu Chen, it is an honor for me to be invited by shine.”
“Ne dites pas cela, le fait que vous venez de France en Chine est une preuve suffisante de l’importance que vous attachez à shine…”
The two began to follow the script, while Li Jiahua behind the camera watched, dumbfounded.
What was going on? How could Ye Xian speak French?
Wasn’t it said on Baidu that he had only a high school education and hadn’t even passed Level 4 English?
Could he actually speak French? How did he not know?
Jiang Wanze stared at the eloquently speaking Ye Xian, furrowing his brows. Could it be that he had practiced specially for this scene? But his fluency was too good, it didn’t seem like something that could be achieved overnight.
The young man’s French was pure, steady, and smooth, like a babbling brook, melodiously pleasant to hear.
French is recognized as the most beautiful language in the world because of its smooth and steady flow, just like a chanson, each word displaying a gentlemanly grace.
Huihui, who had intended to secretly shoot ‘1234’, was dumbfounded, staring constantly as Ye Xian and the Frenchman conversed effortlessly.
The young man was composed and graceful, as if his whole being was coated in a shimmering gloss, captivating her gaze more and more.
But the most shocked was Cheng Jingshu, who almost felt her eyeballs popping out when she heard Ye Xian start speaking in a familiar and pleasant French.
“Click, click, click!”
In the middle of the French conversation, Li Jiahua suddenly shouted, dissatisfied, “Cut!”
Ye Xian puzzled, “Director, what’s the questio…”
“Jingshu, what’s going on with you? Your expression should be one of surprise mixed with admiration and respect, not shock and anger!”
Cheng Jingshu, scolded, realized she had lost control of her expression and quickly apologized, “Sorry Director, I got distracted.”
“Ye Xian finally memorized the French perfectly, and this segment was filmed so well, don’t drop the ball now!”
Li Jiahua guessed that Ye Xian must be exceptionally gifted, having memorized the French lines during that brief moment. But Ye Xian, who already knew French, smiled nonchalantly, “No problem, Director, I’ll do it again.”
This segment was shot again, and surprisingly, Ye Xian’s performance was even better than the first time. He spoke even more clearly and fluidly, it seemed that even those who didn’t understand French could grasp the meaning from his demeanor and tone.
As Cheng Jingshu watched, she couldn’t help but feel the flames of envy burn fiercely within her again.
What was going on? How had this previously worthless guy suddenly changed so much, becoming more articulate and cunning, significantly improving his acting, and now even speaking French? What else could he do?