The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Song Yuan raised her hand to cover her mouth and whispered: "So it's her."

They are all people in the circle, and any disturbance will be heard immediately. The entertainment industry is a place that changes very quickly. As soon as a new person emerges, many people will be alert immediately.

Song Yuan also knew about this. When her agent was watching the TV series, Song Yuan happened to see the scene and praised her for her heroic spirit.

"Ouch..." Director Chen held his stomach, "I suddenly want to go to the bathroom, you go first,"

Producer Zhou had an expression on his face that said, "I knew it would be like this."

In fact, as soon as he opened his mouth, Director Chen probably started thinking about it.

It's just that Nan Jiaojiao is hard to convince, and he doesn't dare to provoke her.

Song Yuan really thought that the director was having a stomachache, so she said, "How about I go talk to Jiaojiao, and she will dance for me, also wearing a mask, so she won't be recognized."

Producer Zhou pursed his lips and said, "I'll go with you."

Nan Jiaojiao had just filled in the last number when footsteps came towards her. She looked up, and when she saw Producer Zhou smiling gently and flatteringly at her, she turned and left.

"Jiaojiao," Song Yuan stopped in front of her, "You have acted as a martial artist in a scene before, right? Can you please help me with it? Just a few figures from behind, I won't let you leave the country with your face." Yes, my movements are too soft and I still don’t have that sassiness, just help me, quickly.”

Nan Jiaojiao: "I can't dance."

"I can't do it either. I just learned a few moves. Let me teach you. Please help me. Please, otherwise the whole crew will have to wait for me to finish the work. I feel really bad about it."

"Jiaojiao..."

As soon as Producer Zhou started to speak, Nan Jiaojiao raised her hand to stop her and asked, "How much more?"

Asked for money. There's drama!

"As a special guest, I'll give you a double portion."

Nan Jiaojiao was too lazy to use her own brain, "How much is that?"

"It's more than two thousand, I'll get it all for you. How about three thousand?" Producer Zhou added: "Just a few figures from behind, still wearing masks and mumbling."

Actually, if they wanted to have a friendship with Nan Jiaojiao, she might not be able to help. It would be much more affordable if they talked about money. She didn't even have much convincing before she started pretending.

Song Yuan was waiting for her outside. When she saw Nan Jiaojiao coming out, her eyes lit up, "Jiaojiao, you look so good dressed like this and you have such a good figure."

Nan Jiaojiao twitched the corners of her lips: "Thank you."

When they returned to the set, Director Chen had already gone back and was sitting behind the machine with a smile on his face. Usually he would get angry and curse when the actors made mistakes, but he was as loving as the grandpa next door.

"Jiaojiao, let me tell you a few camera positions. You have memorized the movements, right? You have to be a little more forceful. The character Song Yuan is a warlord. She grew up on a horse because of her father. She stood in the wrong team, and then her family fell into ruin, and then she fell into the world of prostitution. She has always had the temperament of a military lady in her heart. Even if she commits suicide, she will die heroically in a fire, do you understand?"

Nan Jiaojiao made an "OK" gesture.

Director Chen immediately called the left and right cameras to start filming.

In fact, Director Chen didn't need to tell her about the scene at all. She just came to dance. How to control the emotions of the characters was Song Yuan's business.

Nan Jiaojiao can dance, but not many people know about it.

Jiang Yu is the president of classical dance. He loved to dance when he was young. He also taught Nan Jiaojiao. He thought she had talent and wanted to focus on cultivating her. However, before she could take action, she was taken away by her son Nan Jue. There was no news for several years after that.