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Chapter 62: Take Turns 2
He Daqi was amazed.

The atmosphere on the set was very low right now, so he wouldn't rush over to show off his skills. After filming his scenes, he would just go over and listen to He Bing's instructions.

In fact, low pressure is also a good thing. Everyone works much more efficiently. Originally, He Daqi had five scenes today, and he thought he would shoot two in the morning and three in the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, the filming went smoothly and we shot four scenes in the morning.

It’s a pity that the afternoon scene was the last one to be filmed, otherwise He Daqi could have finished work early.

The lunch box today was really average.

Not only was there no meat dish, but two vegetable dishes were simply placed on the rice to fill the lunch box, and there was even scrambled eggs with bitter melon in it.

He Daqi once thought that Xiao Teng had assigned him a project, but when he saw that He Bing and others were also in the same boat, He Daqi had no choice but to start working on it.

drop!drop!drop!
Three more cars stopped in front of the crew's door.

This time there were two cars and a jeep.

An old man with a big belly walked in leading people.

"What's wrong with him? Why is he here..." He Bing muttered softly, then continued to eat his lunch box with his head down.

The old man had a drooping mouth. No matter who greeted him, he would just nod, and then slightly twitch the corners of his mouth to show that he was smiling.

Even when Old Teng came over to say hello, he just said "hmm".

It wasn't until the old man walked up to the assistant director who called the police yesterday that he suddenly smiled like a blossoming old tree.

"Xiao Hu, right? How is your time on the set?"

"Very good, I feel like I have learned a lot, thanks to your support and encouragement." The assistant director was as happy as if he had found sixty cents.

"Good job."

The old man patted his shoulder. He Daqi looked at the assistant director and it seemed as if his bones were softened by the pat, and his waist naturally bent.

It turns out that it’s not that everyone can’t play a eunuch, it’s just that no one has discovered the acting skills hidden in their bodies.

The old man chatted with the assistant director for a few words, then strolled around the crew slowly. Seeing a group of people eating boxed lunches, he came over to take a look at each of them.

"Yes, the food is okay!"

Holy shit! He Daqi was shocked!

Is this person blind or blind in heart?
After the old man led the others away, He Daqi nagged He Bing, "Uncle, is this the standard food for CCTV crews? Why wasn't it like this a few days ago and yesterday?"

"This is standard for extras." He Bing didn't explain, but just rummaged around with a frown.

He Daqi really couldn't eat anymore. The stir-fried bean sprouts seemed to have no salt in them, the bitter melon in the bitter melon scrambled eggs was not fleshed out, and the rice was a little undercooked.

Seeing that He Bing had almost finished eating, he turned his chopsticks over and gave He Bing most of the food.

"Uncle, I see you're very hungry. I ate a little too much this morning. Please eat more."

You can't hide the look in someone's eyes that wants to kill you.

He Daqi felt it deeply at this moment. He shrank his neck and took a few steps back. He quickly stuffed the remaining few bites into his mouth with a bitter face, and hurried to throw the disposable lunch box into the trash can.

He Bing sighed, looked at the extra half of food in the lunch box, and continued to eat Coptis chinensis with a frown.

In the afternoon, He Daqi wanted to get close to He Bing and chat for a while, but He Bing was too lazy to pay attention to him. He replied with a few words here and there, his eyes fixed on the magpie's nest on the locust tree.

"Uncle, why do you always look at the magpie's nest?"

"I was looking at a tree, but the special part of this tree is a magpie's nest, so I kept looking at the magpie's nest. It's just like observing a person. You have to observe their characteristics, such as their different body shape or accent from ordinary people, so that you can learn to resemble them somewhat."

He Daqi was stunned. He could understand the second half, but what did the first half mean?
"Uncle, why are you observing trees? Are you going to play the role of a big tree?"

"You guessed it right. My entry into the People's Art Theatre started with playing the role of Da Shu."

Oh my goodness! Is my uncle using himself to play the cymbals?

drop!drop!drop!
Three more cars arrived.

Just like the first time, there were three cars this time, but the people who got out this time were people He Daqi knew.

He was the middle-aged man with black-framed glasses that He Bing took him to see that day.

After getting out of the car, he smiled and asked the strong men gathered at the door: "What are you doing here?"

"Look at the actress!"

"Okay, take your time to watch." The middle-aged man happily led people into the crew.

This is the third time today that Old Teng has bent his waist with a smile on his face.

"Leader, you are here."

"Why are you laughing so hard? Haha, don't overthink it. The director of this drama trusts you. Just shoot well and don't worry about anything else."

The middle-aged man patted Lao Teng's arm, and like the previous two groups, he slowly strolled around the crew.

When he was about to leave, he glanced around and saw He Bing and He Daqi standing outside the crowd.

"Daqi, come here." The middle-aged man waved at He Daqi.

He Bing kicked He Daqi, and He Daqi immediately pushed through the crowd and came over: "Leader, you called me?"

"Learn and watch more on the set. Now is the time for you to learn. Remember to ask the seniors for advice."

"Okay, leader." He Daqi nodded quickly.

The middle-aged man patted He Daqi on the shoulder, said nothing else, got into the car with a smile and left.

Little Teng, who was not far away, almost had his eyes popped out. He looked at He Daqi, then at Old Teng, his eyes full of confusion and disbelief.

Old Teng saw the look in his son's eyes, but he didn't have the heart to explain it to his son right now.

The two waves that came later were not coming for him, but just to show their support for the show.

But the first wave was different.

Killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, you end up becoming the chicken.

As He Daqi strolled back to He Bing, he gently nudged him and said, "Uncle, are there any more behind? Why are there so many waves?"

"That's all. Logically, there should be only one group coming. The rest are probably bored and came here to keep an eye on the show. After all, they need to stabilize the crew and make this drama well." He Bing shrugged.

"You understand your superiors' intentions by guessing?"

"Some guesses are good."

He Bing rolled his eyes.

When He Daqi finished filming his last scene, no one congratulated him on finishing the film.

He was also happy and relaxed. After waiting for the crew to finish work, he got into He Bing's Jetta, stuck his head out and waved happily at Hai Qing.

"Senior sister, see you again if we are lucky."

"Goodbye." Haiqing also waved.

That's great. Since you said goodbye yourself, I won't be polite that night.

He Daqi happily retracted his head.

"You are quite brave. Aren't you afraid that those big guys will carry you back?" He Bingtao said.

"Sister Zhou is still very reasonable." He Daqi puffed up his face to pretend to be strong, but his smile was a little bitter.

Sure enough, as soon as she entered the villa, Zhou Huimin started to speak in a sarcastic tone.

"Your crew is so busy today, you still have the mood to argue with senior sister?"

"After all, we've known each other for a while, and we might even work together in the future. How can I just leave like that? Oh, Brother Hu is really serious and responsible. He always reports to you no matter big or small."

(End of this chapter)