Chapter 433: Throw oil

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"Huh ... Huh ..."
"Lying trough, I'm so hot!"
"Shui Shui Shui!"
After noon, the crew finished the filming, and when the closed warehouse opened, a group of people ran out sweating.
Zhang Zijian, who played Zhou She, and Liu Yijun, who played An Xiucai, quickly took off their outer robes and wiped sweat and water. The two actresses worked even harder, wearing heavy headdresses, and all their makeup was spent.
Chen Hong is confused, a little heatstroke. The old money held the ice cube to the side and fanned.
Xu Fei glanced in the past and saw her flushing, her skin seemed to be steaming, and asked, "How do you feel?"
"Disgusting, powerless."
"Whoever took her hair off and rested first."
"Me, I'm fine."
"I'll have to take responsibility if you are in trouble. Why don't you rest, male, first shoot."
Zhang Zijian and Liu Yijun ate a few popsicles, soothed them over, and then entered the warehouse again.
Only a few dozen minutes later, Hula La ran out again.
Zhang Guoli was shirtless and put a towel around his neck and said, "Good fellow, the progress can be slow."
"It's okay, people matter."
"Then I'm overspending."
"Isn't there a business meeting before? I have earned 600,000, and I'm ready to throw it."
"..."
Zhang Guoli was convinced and compared his thumbs. He looked at the actors all over the place. No one was tired and tired, and he had a sense of accomplishment in his career.
"Ah, I have been an associate director for four years, that is, an associate director. It is not easy to have the creator's experience this time."
He did participate a lot, including setting up certain plots, saying: "By teacher Xu, I have read your book before. According to your classification method, is" Happy Marriage "a joke?"
"No, the jokes are based on history. This should belong to the costume love light comedy."
"So fine?"
"It must be so detailed so that the creator can grasp the style."
"Can you elaborate, me, I am very interested." Zhang Guoli rubbed his hands.
"In plain words, the tone of the tone, what do you want to express ..."
Xu Fei organized the language and said, "Cosmetics love light comedy, literally. First of all, the rhythm is light, and then talk about the feelings of men and women, not tragedy.
For example, "Save the Storm", if the tone of the serious historical drama is used, the creator must shoot according to the thinking of the ancients. Just like Song Yinzhang, what do you call it after you escape?
That body, called Hua Hualiu Liu, also disfigured the face. In ancient times, he either committed suicide or fell to the streets. An Xiu was willing to marry her, even if she didn't have feelings, she could not agree. "
"Yes. The pommel horse is indifferent in front of the door, and the boss is married as a business woman." Zhang Guoli nodded.
"But we are not historical dramas! There is no need to write according to that thinking. I want to express what I want to write. Song Yinzhang doesn't marry An Xiucai, she just has the courage to pursue life, can't she?
I made a commercial drama, but what about the feudal thought? "
"Understood!"
Zhang Guoli clasped his hands and exclaimed, "Your set of theories is all-round, depending on the type and tone, all film and television works can do this.
For example, if I get some elements of comedy, and then some elements of history, the combination is a drama. Or put it in a modern background and take these things, which is the urban love light comedy.
Modern people can write everything with one stroke, and the writing is right. "
Yo! Don't think that you have achieved second-class merit, just like that.
Xu Fei patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Lao Zhang, you are a visionary. It will definitely be developed in the future, so don't forget this friendship."
"Hey, where is it."
Zhang Guoli quickly waved his hand, "I live in Beijing to support my family. I am grateful for your willingness to give a stable environment. Besides, when I am developed, you don't know where to fly."
...
At night, the inn set.
Zhang Zijian has a clear face, thin lips, and narrow eyes. When he was young, he had a white-faced feeling. This kind of face can play both right and evil.
Mao Geping drew his eyebrows thick and picked them up. His cheeks were treated so that his face was thin and his cheekbones were prominent.
Liu Yijun is also right and wrong, and one scholar.
"ready!"
"Start!"
"You must be happy in your life, and don't make Jin Zun empty to the moon. It's easy to be proud, but it's hard to find a confidant. Brother Zhou, let's have another drink!"
Liu Yijun shook his head and said to himself, Zhang Zijian was silent, his eyes fluttering over there, and a sense of treachery came out. He had acting skills when he was young. Later, the route was fixed, and he would only act with a stiff face.
"Brother An, you're polite, but I'm so overwhelmed that I can't drink any more."
"There is no victory, only drink."
Liu Yijun picked up the jug and pointed out: "This is the 30-year-old daughter of Chenzhou in Yuezhou (Shaoxing). I didn't expect this inn to be there. I drink a violent thing myself and should drink with Brother Zhou."
"The guest official said that the shop is just like this, and you are destined to catch up, and you should drink together." The shopkeeper interjected.
"Okay! Go!"
Zhang Zien clapped his hands, not very happy, he knew it was an advertisement.
And more than this period, as long as the Tang and Song backgrounds drink, they will red out their daughters to play. In the Ming Dynasty, it was Yanghe Daqu's turn.
"Thirty years of Chenzhou daughter red in Yuezhou", "the fine wine of Yanghe Meirenquan craftsmanship", is absolutely conscience to the gold owner.
After shooting this scene, the crew closed.
Sitting in the car sleepy, very tired. When I arrived at the guest house, I reluctantly removed the equipment and rested separately.
"Boss Money!"
The production director, Lao Qian, was about to go upstairs, and was suddenly stopped by someone.
"Eh, Director Qian, this is the fuel fee last week."
Three large bus drivers came over, clutching a stack of invoices.
"Well, give it to me. Reimburse you in two days."
"okay."
The old money went back to the room, washed and tidied up, and sat at the table to settle the accounts. All the group's expenses must be signed by him. For major expenses, Xu Fei must be signed.
Checked one by one, it was time to refuel, and suddenly frowned.
"How come it seems too much?"
He turned over the documents from the previous week, which was two hundred dollars more.
Do you run so many distances? Old money recalled that he felt more and more wrong and went out to the next door.
"Teacher Xu, are you asleep?"
Open the door squeaky, Xu Fei vest big pants, "Is there anything wrong?"
"Go in and say."
The old money took out the bill, "This is the fuel fee last week, suddenly two hundred more, you see."
"..."
Teacher Xu contrasted and asked, "Have you cheered with them?"
"I've been there a few times. We traveled more than 80 kilometers a day and 600 kilometers a week. Three large passengers, each had to be refueled at least once."
"Isn't it okay when you cheer?"
"No."
Xu Fei looked at the documents again and asked, "Where did you hire the driver?"
"Hangcheng, but it does not seem to be a local, three people together."
"Hometown?"
"right."
Yes, Teacher Xu understood.
One of the hottest students in the 1980s, Zhou Lijing.
In 1994, he was filming in the field, and his family was looking for decoration. The two decorators knew that their family had money and killed their wives cruelly, seeking money and killing their lives.
His wife is also a well-known actor.
Teacher Xu knows this social environment, and compared with this, it is good luck to lose some oil.