The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 110 Who is the director?
"Oh, brother, I won the lottery, fifty thousand."

Xiaojun beside Heipi looked at Griphook with a look of surprise and joy.

"Huh? Five, fifty thousand? Where can I get this?"

"Look here." Xiaojun took the can and pointed to it, "I have to go to Peiping."

"I've never been to BJ, how can I get it?"

"Hey, then you can sell it to me, and I'll give you 5000 yuan."

Listening to the two singing together, Brother Dao sighed slightly, now it's time for him to appear on stage.

"Hey, comrade, it's fifty thousand—"

Huo Yunting leaned forward as he spoke, the words suddenly stuck in his mouth.

Good guy, the feeling of this little pile of fat squeezed together on the stomach is so real.

I patted it with my hands, and I could vaguely feel the waves of meat rolling.

Heipi and Xiaojun looked at Brother Dao who suddenly patted his belly in a daze, why did he suddenly pat his belly dance in the middle of the performance?
Deceiving people is the same as acting, it pays attention to a silky smoothness.Brother Dao is stuck, and the scene is considered useless.Even if the performance continues, people around can see the clues.

However, Huo Yunting's quality as an actor still allowed him to continue the play to the end, but after less than half of the play, everyone had already run away.

The two rows of seats were empty except for their three brothers, and the rest of the passengers were crowded far away.

Huo Yunting could vaguely hear someone complaining about himself.

"These liars are probably new to the industry, so they acted so deliberately."

"It's obvious at a glance that he is a liar..."

"Brother Dao, did you get any harvest this morning?"

"You two are terrible at acting, think about it. Write me a [-]-word review today."

After finishing speaking, Huo Yunting leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Tuliu's dazed Heipi and Xiaojun looked at each other, and didn't know what to say for a moment.But he didn't dare to go up and disturb Brother Dao.

Huo Yunting closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. In the past, when he dreamed and put himself into various worlds, he had watched the film and television works, and he had a general impression in his mind.

But this time, just by reading the script, I can simulate a complete set of scenes in my mind...

This is because I have listened to the script from Xiaojun in the past few days, and I have a deeper understanding of camera shots. Can I outline the scenes described in this script in my mind?
Or is it more serious?
Huo Yunting whispered to himself, the Cannes Film Festival has hurt him a lot, he stayed with so many people today, and stayed there for half a month.

It is estimated that his own stable value has been almost consumed.

Hearing the sound of the "rumbling" train, a hand suddenly patted his shoulder.

Open your eyes, it's Heipi.

"Brother Dao, I think we failed this time because Xiaojun and I didn't get it right. Next time I deliberately splashed this Coke on him, and he lost his temper with me and said, is it better... "

"beep beep"

"beep beep"

As soon as the alarm clock rang, Huo Yunting suddenly opened his eyes. There was no train, Coke, or pull rings. He was lying on the big bed in the hotel, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Rubbing his head, he looked at the storyboard script with Yue Xiaojun on the bedside, and was a little dazed for a while.

What is this?Advance screening?

Apart from the fact that my illness has become more serious, the speed of time flow in the dream is also strange.It took him one night to finish Yang Guo's life, and it was also one night to exchange a pop-up ring with someone on the tram.

Regardless of the length of the story I have experienced, every time I open my eyes, it is five o'clock in the morning.Could it be that I can only experience one story every night?Where is this logic?

But after thinking about it again, his illness itself has no logic, so he let go of this idea.

After changing his clothes, he went out to buy some breakfast, then ran around the street twice, and when he came back after washing, Ning Hao was knocking on the door one by one to call for someone.

The director called the bed himself, and the style was low enough.

I don't want to go to the Arhat Temple today, and go directly to the tram to shoot the scene of the Coke scam.

Arhat Temple is easy to discuss, renting other people's temples can also generate income.But the tram is difficult, not to mention that you still have to rent a whole car.Ning Hao talked with him for a long time before he reluctantly agreed.

Originally, Huo Yunting suggested to Ning Hao that it was impossible to build a carriage with several fenders, but he rejected it.

"It's too fake to take a carriage. How to deal with the scene outside the window? Use special effects to make it appear false and unreal."

Huo Yunting pulled the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyes.

What the hell do you want at a cost of more than 300 million?Could it be possible to take a special carriage like Feng Xiaogang?
It's just that Ning Hao insists on this, so he can't persuade him anymore.

As the saying goes, the opportunity cannot be lost, and the loss will never come again. If you miss it this time, you may not have the opportunity next time.

So a group of people hurried to the tram.

The space on the train was originally small, so not many people went there, two photographers, three actors, one lighting engineer, plus Ning Hao and Wang Xun.

The reason why it is called Wang Xun is because he has a relatively strong influence in the Bashu area, and the group performers on the tram are all local residents of Chongqing.

The reason why people are willing to come is mostly because of Wang Xun's face.

As for why local residents were chosen instead of ensemble performers, because the local residents may be cheaper than ensemble performers for Wang Xun's sake...

When we got on the tram, the extras were still chirping excitedly. Most of them were acting in a movie for the first time, so they wanted something new.

The actors were in place, and a can of Coke was stuffed into Huang Bo's hands.

Ning Hao was still mobilizing extra performers, Huo Yunting looked at Huang Bo holding a Coke, and suddenly thought of what Hei Pi said in his dream last night.

I splashed him when I opened a Coke.

"Director Ning, I have a suggestion here—"

"Come on, come on, all the actors are in their seats. Sister, please sit down." After greeting everyone, Ning Hao turned to look at Huo Yunting, "Old Huo, what did you just say? What suggestion?"

"Oh, it's okay, you can shoot first, and I'll tell you after this one is finished."

"Don't, don't, don't." Ning Hao, who was holding the script in his hand, hurriedly interrupted him, "If you have suggestions or ideas, please speak up first, don't waste the coke."

Don't waste the coke... Huo Yunting's face twitched a few times.

"I just think this is a bit dry, too deliberate. The contradiction between Hei Pi and Xiao Jun has not been created."

"It's better to let Hei Pi spill the Coke when he opens it, and then Xiaojun will dislike it again."

Ning Hao was slightly stunned, pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, this idea is interesting.

So the two photographers were stopped, and they began to sketch and change the script.Huo Yunting also moved closer to him, recalling last night's dream and offering some suggestions from time to time.

Listening to Huo Yunting's kind words, Ning Hao nodded, writing furiously in his notebook, and stopped after a while, with a strange expression on his face.

Looking at Huo Yunting with one hand on his hip, he scratched his head again.

Who the hell is the director.

(End of this chapter)