Unscientific Movie King

Chapter 12 Treat
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On the bed, Qin Chuan took away the Nuo tools and let out a long breath.

The Qiao Feng played by Hu Jun is already very similar to the one in the novel, but the Qiao Feng in the dream has an even stronger aura.

Only after putting himself in the waiter's shoes did he understand what kind of oppression it was.

If he were to play the role of a waiter again now, his performance would definitely be several times better than during the day.

I looked at my watch and only five minutes had passed.

Zhou Haopeng didn't come back either.

Grabbing a pen and paper, Qin Chuan wrote another short biography, this time with Qiao Feng as the protagonist, and the other two characters were still the waiter and the innkeeper.

Fifteen minutes later.

Qin Chuan woke up again, took off the Nuo tools, and rubbed his brows tiredly: "Why didn't I notice this problem before."

“It turns out that the more complex the role, the more mental energy it takes.”

He didn't feel anything after playing the waiter, but after playing Qiao Feng, he seemed to be in a sluggish state, as if he had directed a few shots.

The reason is that he added too much to Qiao Feng in his biography.

The Khitan man's parents were killed when he was still an infant. He was adopted at a young age and learned Kung Fu from a Shaolin master. When he grew up, he fought against various masters and killed countless enemies.

Later, his adoptive parents and mentor were killed one after another, and his beloved woman was also killed by himself...

A series of labels were attached to shape the character of Qiao Feng. The character in the dream came alive, which was pretty good.

It's just more mentally exhausting.

This is just a rough biography written by Qin Chuan. If he really wanted to include all the stories about Qiao Feng in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils into the biography, he might have to die in his sleep.

Not daring to conduct anymore... Entering the dream again, the exhausted Qin Chuan put away the Nuo equipment and lay down to sleep.

The next day, it was still dark.

Qin Chuan got up and washed up. Zhou Haopeng, who had just returned in the middle of the night, was woken up. He looked up at him from his bed and said in a daze, "There are no extras today. There are only a few supporting roles and a bunch of extras."

"Being an extra is only 30 yuan a day, why bother to work so hard? I might as well get some sleep."

Being an extra is low paid, doesn’t teach you anything, and people with a little “status” in the crew are disdainful of doing this job.

The people who do this job are old men and women from the surrounding towns and villages who have no technical skills, and uncles and aunts who have finished their farm work.

Actors and stunt doubles only go to the scene when there is something important to do. Today everyone is going to sleep in or prepare to eat, drink and have fun.

"I'm free anyway, so I might as well go over and play." Qin Chuan said while rinsing his mouth.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Thirty yuan is enough for him to eat for a few days.

Moreover, the crew provides breakfast and lunch, so you can save the money for two meals by going there.

"It's up to you." Zhou Haopeng fell asleep.

Being a stunt double has a very hard life. It requires a lot of exercise and he has to take beatings. He shot a night scene until midnight last night and now he can't even open his eyes. He is so exhausted.

After Qin Chuan washed up, he changed his clothes, took a notebook and a ballpoint pen for writing his biography, and went out.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. I plan to write down the interesting characters I see on the set and act them out in my dreams after get off work.

When he arrived at the set, Qin Chuan immediately reported his identity as an actor to the group leader and asked to play a supporting role.

The big brother in the extras was a little confused: "You really want to act."

Yesterday, because there were a few big scenes and there was a temporary shortage of talent, they were called over to fill in the number of actors.

Why did Qin Chuan come here today when everything was fine?

The supporting actor already has a small status in the crew, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the ceiling that ordinary extras can reach in their lifetime.

These people are generally graduates from film academies, or experienced actors who have been in the industry for a certain number of years.

They have long since disliked extras.

Qin Chuan still said the same thing: "I'm just sitting there doing nothing."

"Okay, I'll write down your name." The leader of the group agreed to Qin Chuan's request.

For him, it’s just a matter of lip service whether there is one more extra or one less extra.

I can still give you this little bit of face.

……

Qin Chuan played the role of a passerby on the street today. He picked out a relatively clean ancient costume, changed it, and waited for breakfast... and put on makeup.

The person who did his makeup was Wang Tingting, an acquaintance from yesterday.

"Your hair is a bit thick, it's troublesome to make a wig, it's easy to be exposed, didn't I ask you to cut it yesterday?" "What time did you finish work yesterday? Where can I find a barber shop?" A haircut costs five yuan, and Qin Chuan is a little reluctant. He looked at Wang Tingting and said, "Can you cut hair?"

"I will point."

The crew has a dedicated hairstylist who gives the actors different hairstyles according to the director's requirements.

But makeup artists who have been in the industry for a long time know a little bit about hairdressing.

"Sister Tingting, can you help me cut it?"

When he is away from home, Qin Chuan is frugal and plans to get something for free.

Wang Tingting rolled her eyes: "You wishful thinking, but it's not impossible. Don't blame me if it's ugly."

"I believe in your craftsmanship. You are so beautiful, so your skills must be good."

Qin Chuan flattered Wang Tingting so much that she was very happy and she promised to cut his hair when she was done.

After more than an hour, Wang Tingting, who had finished her work, borrowed tools from her colleagues to cut Qin Chuan's hair.

She was afraid that the director would see her and say she was not doing her job, so she secretly pulled Qin Chuan to a secluded corner.

"Little Qinchuan, sit down. I'm about to start."

"Don't move your head later. I won't be responsible if you get hurt, or if you bleed, I won't be responsible either."

"Put this condom on your head."

"Sister Tingting, I'm not well educated, so don't lie to me. Isn't this called a cloth?"

"Shut up, are you a professional or am I a professional."

All preparations were ready. Just as Wang Tingting was about to use the scissors, Qin Chuan hurriedly said, "Wait."

"What? Do you regret it?" Wang Tingting stopped the scissors in mid-air.

"No, you haven't asked me what haircut I want."

"What hairstyle do you want? Tell me first. I don't know many moves, just a few, such as the back..."

Qin Chuan knew she was going to drive, so he interrupted her and said, "Cut the back and sides short, and thin the top of the head."

"Okay." Wang Tingting pouted unhappily and started to operate the knife.

Accompanied by a series of crisp clicks and buzzing sounds of clippers, soon, the hairstyle Qin Chuan wanted came out.

"Sister, shave my sideburns and trim my forehead. Don't change my previous middle part..."

Qin Chuan's many requests almost made Wang Tingting angry, and she wanted to stab him on the top of his head with a pair of scissors.

"Do you know what kind of boys I hate the most?"

"What kind?"

"The cock is crooked."

Qin Chuan: "..."

A few minutes later, the curtain was removed and Qin Chuan stood up and patted the broken hair on his body.

"Sister Ting, thank you very much. I will treat you to a meal some other day."

Wang Tingting said nothing and looked at him carefully.

After cutting his long hair, Qin Chuan became a spirited young man, which means literally, very spirited.

With his handsome face and height of over 1.80 meters, he is quite handsome.

"Don't change it to another day, let's do it tonight. We'll finish work early today."

"Ah." Qin Chuan was confused.

As an adult, “someday later”, “next time”, “there will be a chance” almost means there will be no next time.

If he had money to treat her to a meal, would he need to use Wang Tingting's cooking skills for free?
The two hundred yuan I brought from Peking now only has more than one hundred and seventy left, and I have to wait a month for the crew to pay me.

Although accommodation is free and you eat on the set, you still have to buy food outside when there is no filming.

It's a bit tight to invite Wang Tingting to dinner, and she might have to spend a hundred or eighty dollars on one meal.

When you calculate it this way, all the extra money is included.

I wouldn't have gotten it for free if I had known.

"Are you unhappy?" Wang Tingting said with narrowed eyes.

"With pleasure, with pleasure." Qin Chuan nodded with tears in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)