Chapter 151: Film crew private meeting

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome," Gu said. "We will go back."
He came to apologize to Xia Wei, although he is at home, but in the presence of so many people will still lose face. Therefore, he apologized that he did not want to stay more, and Gu Lin was going to leave.
Before I left, I thought of something again: "War, is there any perfume sponsorship?"
In general, many TV dramas will be sponsored by brand owners and embed advertisements in film and television. This advertising fee is a large source of revenue for the film. The costumes of the costume film were much less sponsored than the modern movies. After listening to the father’s question, Jin Yifei quickly said,
No.

Gu Laozi nodded: "Let it be sponsored by Gu. Many of Gu's perfumes are derived from the ancient culture of the East, and some ancient fragrances, and this film has a match. Jindao, trouble you to transfer the film Fang Yisheng, everyone will study the sponsorship program together."
The blind man can see that this is the place where the father is holding the summer.
Jin Yifei was very happy and promised: "Yes, it should."
In the heart of Xia Wei’s heart, the last bit of resentment against Gu’s chaebol also dissipated. This old man is too human, and people can’t make a fire. She gracefully thanked Gu Laozi and watched the two grandparents leave.
Turning around, I found that Sun Yizheng stared at her in a complicated look.
Xia Xiaoxiao: "Look at it, do I have flowers on my face?"
Sun Hao is angry, but it is not easy to attack. It’s not too stupid to be able to mix names in the entertainment industry. At first she bullied Ye Xingyu, but she thought that Ye Xingyi was a soft persimmon that was swayed by others, but now she finds that the background of others is harder than themselves, it is not No matter what the three seven twenty-one is arbitrarily trampled.
Moreover, Gu's sponsorship...
In the circle is notoriously big, in any case will be more money than her dynasty gold ornaments.
She was unwilling and hateful and glanced at Xia Wei, and walked away with a cold voice.
The surrounding staff and the big names look at Xia Wei’s eyes are not the same. The neglect of neglect in the line of sight has been hidden, replaced by the enthusiasm and diligence of the traces. There are two long-awaited actresses who have called her to chat in the past. After a while, Rong Ping and several male stars joined in, and the atmosphere gradually became easier.
Jin Yifei took another scene and came back to re-direct them to work.
This time, the state of Xia Wei’s dance was found, the dance was perfect, and Sun’s mind was obviously not recovered from the shock. From time to time, he was in a daze, and he did not know how many NGs he ate.
Jin Yifei sighed and thought that this drama was not finished today, so I told everyone to leave.
Xia Wei had a thin sweat when he danced. When he dispersed, he felt cold. Assistant Wei Wei had to help her to change clothes in the dressing room, but Xia Wei refused. "You go back to rest first. I will stay for a while and practice the next shot."
Except for the film that the Emperor of the last generation tailored for her, this is her first filming. For the assassination scene immediately after the dance, she always felt that the performance was not perfect, just take this opportunity to practice more.
She has always been very dedicated to her work.
Wei Wei was young, still a little girl's heart. She didn't insist on listening to her. She poured a cup of hot water for her and went back to the hotel with the big troops. Leave Xia Wei alone and practice the assassination scene in the vast venue.
When the dancers assassinated the emperor, the whole game was in chaos. The emperor fled and fled, and the dancer Ji pursued it. The last sword stabbed into the emperor's heart. Xia Wei’s life was also stabbed into the heart and died. So for this scene, she doesn’t feel very good. She needs to practice a few times before she can make any mistakes in shooting.
She forced herself not to think about the situation before her death, and twisted her arms and worked tirelessly for a long time.
Suddenly, an old voice sounded in the empty space: "Killing? It is wrong for you to stab like this. You should puncture the sword from under the third rib on the back, and then gently turn it... so that you can kill the commandment.

Xia Wei was shocked and turned his head.
In the studio, the afterglow of the sunset casts huge shadows in the ancient buildings. An old and old man is hidden under a wall of a dragon painting, holding a broom in his hand and looking at her quietly.
She didn't know when the old man appeared, like a ghost.
She took a step back and asked with some vigilance: "Who are you?"
"Who are you asking me?" The old man smiled slyly, his voice was rough and ugly. "They all told me to pack the old man. I am the props of this crew, the pipe, Miss Ye, this is your hand. Put the short sword, it’s time to return it."
How did the crew recruit such a gloomy props?
Xia Xi’s heart is restless, and the old man’s words are still echoing in her ear – from the back of the third rib under the thorn, and then gently turn it... Heaven, her life, is not dead in this way under!
Before the end of the dying, the cold and painful feeling came back. Xia Wei was a little dizzy, his hands and feet were cold and crumbling.
She glanced at the props in the shadows, dropped the short sword in her hand, and fled as if she had escaped.
Back at the hotel, most of the crew used up the meal and went back to the room to rest.
Xia Wei called a box of rice into the room, ate a few mouthfuls, took a bath, went to bed. Wearing white coral velvet pajamas, lying on the soft and comfortable bed, she closed her eyes, and the consciousness was sinking into the darkness... Suddenly, I didn’t know which distant place came the illusory voice, the third rib... ...a blow to the commandment...
She screamed and woke up in cold sweat.
The past flashed in front of the eyes, chaotic, like a huge devil-like net tightly trapped her, let her fear and misunderstanding. Subconsciously, she clung to the pendant between the neck, which is a small platinum ring, the inside is the abbreviation of the two letters: L, Y, her and Li Lei's last name.
She gasped with a big mouth and her heartbeat slowly calmed down.
Suddenly I heard a voice outside the window.
"Who?!" She was like a frightened bird, screaming and screaming.
The window rang for a while, the curtains were pulled open and jumped into a person. It is a handsome man with long legs, well-proportioned and strong, light brown skin is more charming and beautiful under the package of beige T-shirt. On his neck, there is also a platinum ring with the same style as her.
"Li Lei." Xia Yu slacked down, "You scared me... How are you here?" This is the mountainous scenic spot on the outskirts of S, and there are many distances from the apartment where they live.
"See me surprise?" Li Lei walked toward her with a smile. "I avoided the paparazzi, fans, and layers of guards and security guards nearby... Xiao Yan, I am so hard to see you. Turn in."
Dare, he is sneaking in?
Xia Wei simply doesn't know what to say.
Li Lei walked up to her and looked at her carefully: "What happened to you? His face is so bad?"