Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 361 Hiss, this woman!

If Wang Jiawei came to visit the set, it was mainly because of courtesy, besides because it was convenient for him to do so.

So Jiang Wen went from just joining in the fun in the beginning to not wanting to leave now.

He made all kinds of suggestions and racked his brains. Even through his sunglasses, one could feel the heat in his gaze as he looked at Lao Zhao.

The powerful aura formed by the three pairs of sunglasses enveloped the crew from beginning to end, so much so that Jiang Wenli even turned off the passive function of automatic aiming and no longer had the energy to look at Zhen Jiecheng's lying height.

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

The clicking sound echoed on the set and drifted off the set with the evening breeze.

"Have you heard? Wang Mojing, Jiang Mahou, and Zhen Tama, three bastards are all here to ravage Zhao Benshan together."

"Hiss! These three are together. Has the producer been cremated?"

"Don't worry about what the producer does for now. Zhao Benshan is almost going crazy! It is said that the crew of "The Father in Time" is equipped with a professional team of doctors who check Zhao Benshan every day."

"Rumor has it! Zhao Benshan's blood pressure soared after being tortured by three pairs of sunglasses. He collapsed immediately. The 120 ambulance team is providing first aid on the spot!"

"Reliable news! Three pairs of sunglasses kept Zhao Benshan awake until he was rescued, and then they kept him awake after he was rescued!"

"Breaking news! Zhao Benshan is in critical condition. 'The Father Trapped in Time' may become the last work of the 'King of Sketches'!"

In just a few days, various versions of the news spread everywhere.

It first fermented in several major professional colleges, and soon spread to the drama theater, becoming a hot topic in the Beijing art circle.

At the National Theatre of China, Feng Yuanzheng, who had been on a business trip for many days, stepped into the door of work early in the morning under the orange light of the rising sun.

Along the way, he greeted acquaintances with a smile on his face. But as he was chatting, Feng Yuanzheng realized something was wrong.

what's the situation?
Why do everyone look a little strange?
Different from the scrutinizing looks from his old colleagues after the broadcast of "Don't Talk to Strangers", it was a bit like the look he gave Mei Ting and his wife Liang Danni.

"Hey, you're back!" He Bing raised his voice from afar, very loud.

"Come here!" He waved his hand, squinting his eyes, and said slyly, "I heard that you accepted Director Zhen's play?"

"Yes, I came back this time just to film a scene." Feng Yuanzheng nodded, then asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong here? Why do I feel like something is wrong with you and everyone else?"

"Problem? Hahaha, it's a huge problem!" He Bing's mouth was crooked with laughter, "Old Feng, you are in trouble! Miserable, horrible!"

"Do you know how everyone is describing Director Zhen's set now?"

"The King of Hell's Palace! Three judges!"

Put up three fingers.

"The ancient Greek god who controls trumpets! The ancient Greek god who controls sunglasses! The ancient Greek god who controls stepping on horses!"

"When a mermaid appears, she has to do splits, and when Yang Yuhuan appears, she has to pull up a weeping willow tree."

“An observation deck for investors and an incinerator for producers.”

"Actor's"

After a pause, He Bing leaned forward and raised his eyebrows.

"It is said that the film set has become Mr. Zhao Benshan's emergency room! A professional team of doctors is on hand to serve him, and an operating table is set up at any time. There is also an on-site ICU!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Feng Yuanzheng waved his hand, "This is obviously nonsense!"

"Yes, it's nonsense!" He Bing rolled his eyes and smacked his lips, "But there's no smoke without fire. It's spread like this. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, do you think there's really no story behind this?"

"Old Feng, that's Director Zhen's project."

Gradually increase the volume.

"Jiang Wen is visiting the set!"

"Wang Jiawei is visiting the set!"

“Three great directors sitting in one row!”

"Three pairs of sunglasses lined up in a row!"

"Six pieces of black and dark winter staring straight at me!"

"Just think about it, what kind of scene is that?"

He Bing used all his best dialogue skills to describe the scene patiently and vividly.

Here it is extended to provoke deep thought; there is a pause to create blank space. One is lowered to create atmosphere; the other is raised to exaggerate emotions.

As a result, a vivid picture emerged in Feng Yuanzheng's mind, so much so that he suddenly felt uneasy and shivered.

"Don't scare me! I'm just here for a guest appearance, how much can that possibly mean?"

"Even if they can infiltrate others, they can't infiltrate me."

"Oh, right, right!" He Bing responded seriously, "Teacher Zhao Benshan thought so at first, and then he went to the crew of The Grandmaster with a smile on his face!"

"Guess what?"

"Snap" clapping of hands,

"Hahaha, the snake soup is so authentic!"

It was performed again without getting tired of it, and it was just as vivid as before.

Feng Yuanzheng was stunned after hearing this.

"Wait, Lao He, where did you hear that? You speak as if it were true!"

"As if? Just say it!" He Bing patted his chest. "I heard it from Jiang Wenli, how could it not be true? Teacher Zhao told Jiang Wenli in person, how could it not be true?"

"Jiang Wenli also said that now whenever she sees Director Zhen, her legs start to tremble uncontrollably and she starts to sweat."

"She graduated from Beijing Film Academy, and her husband is Director Zhen's senior. They are so close, but she has such a conditioned reflex. Tsk tsk tsk, you can imagine how tiring it is!"

As he said this, he patted Feng Yuanzheng's shoulder vigorously.

"Old Feng, take care!"

Hearing this, Feng Yuanzheng could no longer remain calm. He smiled stiffly, and his heartbeat immediately began to rise and fall.

"Click."

"Click."

"Pass!"

After enduring for many days, even a breathable cushion and a recliner can't keep my buttocks comfortable.

But no matter how hard it is, it’s worth it!
Feeling the powerful impact that almost gushed out from the picture, Zhen Jiecheng quickly picked up the loud speaker and shouted a loud "pass".

"It's cooked to the right temperature!" Jiang Wen nodded in admiration, "It tastes really authentic!"

"It's the best." Wang Jiawei's expression remained calm, and the few emotional fluctuations were only reflected in his tone of voice. "It can't be better!"

"Teacher Zhao, you performed very well!" Zhen Jiecheng gave a thumbs up and immediately offered the most generous emotional value.

It is time to "break the spell"; the sunglasses have accomplished their purpose. If you continue to meditate and cherish words, it is just for the sake of enduring, which does not conform to scientific methodology.

It is foreseeable that Lao Zhao, who has already grasped the essence of the protagonist's emotions, will move the shooting progress from off-road on mountain roads to high-speed fast lanes in the future. The delays of these few days will surely accumulate and become synonymous with "efficiency"!
"I've learned a lot!" Jiang Wen sighed, "I didn't expect that staying up late to watch the eagle can actually save money!"

"That's not entirely true," Wang Jiawei continued. "On the one hand, 'Father Trapped in Time' is a one-man show, and the performance is almost entirely about Lao Zhao."

“On the other hand, digital technology has begun to partially replace film today.”

"But even so." After a pause, Wang Jiawei adjusted his sunglasses.

"In my experience, the time cost is higher than the film cost."

“So if you change the crew, it will still cost a little more to stay up late, even if digital completely replaces film in the future.”

"Yeah, that's the truth." Jiang Wen nodded, "But it's worth spending a little more for quality!"

"Also, I don't know if digital can completely replace film. Anyway, I like the texture of film, and digital can't capture that feeling."

"Jie Cheng, what do you think?"

"What's there to think about? Just use whichever is better, and choose whichever is suitable." Zhen Jiecheng shrugged. "Are you two investors short of some film or money to rent a camera?"

As we all know, there is no shortage of investors in the world, but there is a shortage of investors’ lives.

Zhen Jiecheng is looking forward to seeing what kind of surprises Jiang Wen, who has now been completely put on the right track under his influence, and Wang Mojing, who has become even more aggressive, will bring to future investors and actors.

Thinking of this, Zhen Jiecheng smiled even more. The brilliance that even his sunglasses couldn't hide instantly illuminated the set, dispelling the gloom that had been there for days.

Then the sky became clear and the air became cheerful.

Feeling the soft laughter on the set, Jiang Wenli hummed a little tune, and her eyes began to brighten along with her mood.

"Guarantee one. Lao Zhao, Sister Jiang, do it again, it can be better."

"Pass!"

"Just one more take, then we'll call it a day and eat!"

"Pass!"

Zhen Jiecheng stood up enthusiastically and called the medical team to come in.

Anyway, the contract is about to expire, and Lao Zhao has already worked hard, so there is no need to renew the contract. While he can still be used, he might as well use him to the utmost and arrange health check-up services for everyone.

If this gets out, won't it give me, Zhen, a good reputation as being "people-oriented"?
"Sister, thank you for your hard work." Zhen Jiecheng offered his courtesy as they passed by Jiang Wenli.

"Well, no!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wenli agreed directly without any modesty.

"But who made me an actor? When I came to the set, I was born to be tormented by you."

"Ahem, hem, sister, what are you talking about?" Zhen Jiecheng responded while looking around with his peripheral vision.

"Okay, stop rolling your eyes. There's no one around." Jiang Wenli rolled her eyes. "So what if someone heard me? Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

Glancing down,

"I've been doing this all day long, and my legs are so tired that they feel weak."

"Unlike some people who either sit or lie down, I can stretch out energetically on the balcony early in the morning!"

“Sister, don’t talk nonsense, I haven’t come out to stretch these days.”

"Oh, that means stretching in the house."

"Sister, I didn't stretch it in the house either."

"What? You didn't stretch in the room either?" Jiang Wenli widened her eyes and half covered her mouth, "Impossible? You are such an energetic guy, how can you not stretch now?"

"Sister, I'm talking about stretching!"

"Yes, I was talking about stretching!" Jiang Wenli blinked her eyes innocently. "Old people have fragile bodies, so they have to be careful when stretching. Only young guys can stretch as much as they want, using as much strength and movement as they want."

Spread your hands,

“Is there anything wrong with what I said?”

The next second, he quickly switched to a state of surprise after suddenly realizing something.
"Wait! What do you think I'm talking about?"

A whole set of complex emotions matched with corresponding lines was performed extremely vividly and fluently, and the role of the host was grasped just right.

hiss!
This bitch!

If he put all his skills into acting, wouldn't he be able to reach the top level?
Zhen Jiecheng gritted his teeth.
"Sister, you'd better just stretch yourself, otherwise..."

"What else? You want to slap me?" Jiang Wenli opened her arms and did a chest stretching exercise. "How do you want to slap me? Where do you want to slap me? Are you going to slap me in the face? Even Lao Gu has never slapped me before!"

hiss!
This bitch!

Looking at Jiang Wenli's butt as she walked away, Zhen Jiecheng hesitated for a moment and finally decided to take out his cell phone.

"dududu~"

"Hey, Haozi, there is something I want to discuss with you."

“Here’s the thing, I have a friend.”

"What? You have another friend?" Ning Hao interrupted Zhen Jiecheng's narration without thinking, "Hey! No need to ask! I'll give you the answer directly!"

"Let your friend catch the two leaders first and give them a verbal lesson."

"Investigate further until we get to the bottom of her!"

"Any more questions? If not, I'm hanging up!"

"He~tui! You're so disgusting!"

"dududu~"

The busy tone of the phone rang, and Zhen Jiecheng's cheek twitched. All his elegance and easy-going manner were stuck in his throat, making him feel very uncomfortable.

So much so that he didn't even notice when Jiang Wen walked up to him.

"Jie Cheng, Jie Cheng!"

"What are you stunned for?"

"Ah? No, I wasn't stunned for any reason." Zhen Jiecheng came back to his senses, "I was just sighing that people's prejudices are a mountain that even Yugong can't move!"

"Why are you suddenly sentimental about this? Did someone misunderstand you?"

"Emmm, there is no misunderstanding." Although he was very dissatisfied with Ning Hao's attitude, Zhen Jiecheng had to admit that what this bastard said was absolutely right.

"Shit! There's no misunderstanding, so what? Are you crazy?"

"I'm not sick, but... maybe, maybe, emmm, I might let someone down someday!" Zhen Jiecheng sighed, "But the problem is not with me, I'm the passive one!"

Senior brother, I am sorry in advance, please forgive me.

It was another morning. When Zhen Jiecheng walked into the balcony again, the first thing he saw was Jiang Wenli's bold gaze through the glass wall.

"Hey, come out and stretch!"

"Yes, sis."

"But you don't look energetic when you stretch yourself like this!" Jiang Wenli pointed out something. "Why, didn't you get enough rest last night? Or is your body not able to keep up?"

"Sister, what are you talking about? Why are you not feeling well? Can't I wait until the swelling subsides before coming out? I'm a director, I should have some manners, right?"

"Come on, being swollen wherever you go is the quality of a director at Beijing Film Academy. You're just going against tradition." Jiang Wenli smacked her lips. "You're listless and embarrassing. You're not good at all!"

"Jiecheng, stand up! You are well-known in the circle and outside the circle, the ancient Greek god in charge of trumpets!"

"Oh, really?" Zhen Jiecheng raised his eyebrows. "I don't know if I'm the god in charge of the trumpet, but I hope you are."

"Sister, is that you?"

(End of this chapter)