Chapter 107:

Zeng Xingke is less than twenty years old this year, so is it his late rebellious period?
Fu really got his face straight and said to Zeng Xingke, "Zeng Xingke, if I were you, I would never come here again today to make myself boring. What do you want to tell me now, do you want to continue playing this role? But your performance yesterday told me that you didn’t think so.
Fu Zhen paused and continued,
Whether your uncle is Luo Shusheng or someone else, these have no meaning to me. I understand that you are not suitable for my crew."
Fu Zhen's words were a bit ugly to Zeng Xingke, but he was still unwilling, and asked Fu Zhen: "Gao Tian's acting skills are also very poor, you use her, why not use me?"
It can be seen from this point that Zeng Xingke is still a more competitive person. I don't want to act, but you can't act without me.
"Gao Tian's acting skills are very poor, but she works very hard and has the determination to make herself better. Before she came to the crew, she had already memorized her lines thoroughly. Every action made by Mr. Zhou Wenliang, she used her heart. Copy it, and often contact Teacher Luo Pingping to ask her about the psychology of the character she plays. Can you do this?"
Zeng Xingke stood still and did not respond.
"Let's go, this crew is not for you." Fu Zhen said.
Zeng Xingke felt that everyone in the crew seemed to be watching his own jokes, and he really couldn’t stay any longer. When he returned, he asked his uncle to make a horror film too, and promised to step on their small crew to rub their feet. friction.
Zeng Xingke turned his assistant and left the crew. Fu Zhen shook his head, packed up the pile of things in front of the monitor, and prepared to go to rest.
Wei Dechi walked over with a box of lunch, and said to Fu Zhen: "He looked like a villain in his anger just now?"
Fu Zhen turned his head to look at Wei Dechi and asked him, "Is there a villain in our movie?"
Wade Chi laughed: "Villains are all that kind of things, you know."
Fu Zhen nodded: "Understand and understand."
Not long after Fu Zhen's voice fell, there was a loud noise not far away. As soon as he looked up, he found that Zeng Xing, who had left just now, did not know where he could not think but returned.
"Why are you back again?" Fu Zhen asked him.
"I can."
Fu Zhen didn't understand. "what?"
Zeng Xingke said: "What Gao Tian can do, I can do it too."
"You mean, you still want to stay in this crew?"
"Yes."
Fu Zhen had a headache. Zeng Xingke’s performance yesterday was totally unconcerned, and he couldn’t see if he had any talent for acting. If he couldn’t even imitate Gao Tian's kind, it would probably delay the progress of the entire crew. One day is burning one day's money.
"I'll invest in your crew," Zeng Xingke thought about it, and opened a hand to Fu Zhen, "Five million."
Fu Zhen hesitated, and nodded after a long while, "Then try again, I'll tell you the shame, if you are still like last night, you have to leave the crew even if you invest 50 million."
"Got it." Zeng Xingke responded.
The agent soon received a call from Zeng Xingke. Zeng Xingke was on the phone for a long time before he said to the agent, "Well, come back."
Agent: "Huh?"
Zeng Xingke shouted: "Let you come back! Your salary will double."
The agent laughed. To be honest, it is not the first time that he has been fired by Zeng Xingke. The salary he has saved over the past few years is about to be able to buy a house in Pinghai City, but he now receives this call. Not particularly happy, he asked Zeng Xingke: "Is your character yellow?"
Zeng Xingke was also quite proud to say: "Not yet, I said I invested 5 million in their crew, and the director left me behind."
"Then you can act well." The agent told Zeng Xingke to say.
The agent felt that Zeng Xing was also panicked. He was almost 20 and he was like a child. He was influenced by his own emotions. He always refused to listen to him if he had to give him a whip. This matter is good or not.
Since that day, Zeng Xingke has indeed changed. At least his attitude has shown that he will come to the crew no matter whether there is any of his plays that day, and he will never be late again.
And he began to recite his lines like an ordinary actor, but when he picked up his script, he found a major problem. He ran to ask Wei Dechi: "Why are my lines missing!"
Wei Dechi glanced at Zeng Xingke, and said to him, "Let your recitation be easier."
Zeng Xing knew that Wei Dechi must have told Fu Zhen that he wanted to add to the scene. He had known that he would not make those crooked ways. He really lost his wife and broke the army. He knew that his performance on the set that night was too great. It's bad, so I didn't dare to talk to Fu Zhen about the drama, so I could only hold the script and ran to the corner to get sulking.
We Dechi looked at the back of Zeng Xingke's departure and laughed. The child's temper was much better than those two days ago.
"Do you really want to use him?" Wei Dechi asked Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen lightly sighed. He didn't know how to explain his overwhelming fatherly heart to Wei Dechi. He glanced at Zeng Xingke, who was sitting on the pony stud and learned from Zhou Wenliang and Jiang Ying, and said to Wei Dechi: "First Let’s take a look. If it doesn’t work, let’s change another one, but now it’s necessary to save a province if unnecessary costs can be saved, and people have to invest."
Wade chitted: "It really doesn't work, I will divide my salary among you."
"That's so embarrassing," Fu Zhen moved closer to Wei Dechi and asked him in a low voice, "How much can you give?"
"Get out of here, how much you have earned, and want to deduct money from me!"
Fu Zhen laughed and picked up the walkie-talkie: "The actors are all in place, and all departments are ready to take a shot immediately."
Zhou Wenhao seemed to have returned to his boyhood in an instant. At that time, his mother had not passed away. He painted exquisite makeup and wore various styles and colors of cheongsam every day. He always seemed to be covered by smoke and rain. Walking through the small town, he opened the door in front of him, and the dead mother really appeared in front of him, calling his name affectionately, but the luggage in his hand led him back home.
...
All the bed curtains in the room were drawn to death, without a trace of light coming in. Zhou Wenliang felt a pair of cold hands stroking his face. He opened his eyes and found his mother standing by his bed. And at this moment, he thought of the rustling sound under his bed, and vaguely he seemed to hear someone under the bed calling his name, it was his mother's voice, asking him to leave this place.
And is the person standing next to the bed really his mother?
...
It's time for Zeng Xingke to play in the next scene. Zeng Xingke brought several teachers to tell him dramas all day long. Although his performance today was not very good, he was at the passing line anyway.
"Don't you have a good brain? Why didn't you recite the lines before?" Fu Zhen asked him strangely.
Zeng Xing said rightly: "That's how it came in other crews. Anyway, there will be dubbing in the later stage."
"You have such a nice voice, don't you feel bad about dubbing?" Fu Zhen asked him.
When Zeng Xingke heard this, his face turned red. This is really a very strange thing, and Fu Zhen found that in the following shots, Zeng Xingke's lines became more and more powerful and emotional.
After taking a shot, Fu Zhen took it over and glanced at the script. When he looked up, he found Jiang Hengshu walking towards him.
Fu Zhen looked around, pointed to the chair beside him, let Jiang Hengshu sit down, and then asked him, "Why are you here?"
"Get off work early today, come and see you."
Fu Zhen glanced at the sky. Their crew had almost finished filming the scenes during the day. From now on, I am afraid they will work day and night upside down. "I'm going to shoot some night scenes today. I'm afraid I won't go home later."
"It's okay, I'll be with you." Jiang Hengshu said with a smile.
"Right, where's Cocoa?"
Zeng Xingke wanted to come over to ask Fu Zhen's opinion on his acting skills after filming the scene just now, but when he came over, he heard Fu Zhen's cocoa. Although it is strange why Fu Zhen called himself so intimately, he still should A cry: "I'm here."
Fu Zhen squinted at him: "Certain your lines."
Jiang Hengshu couldn't help but chuckle, and said to Fu Zhen, "Sent home."
Zeng Xingke let out a cry, and a little disappointed pony walked aside and sat down. Who is this? I called it Cocoa just now, and I turned my face when I said I turned my face.
Zeng Xingke can be regarded as a qualified gossip boy. He pays no less attention to the news on the Internet, including the ambiguous relationship between Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu. He knows that both of them have lovers, but at this moment Zeng Xingke is Something different was seen in it.
Under the yellow light, Fu Zhen's head turned towards Jiang Hengshu. The two seemed to be whispering. To be honest, no matter how you look at Zeng Xingke, he feels that there is no pure brotherhood between the two.
Wei Dechi walked over and patted Zeng Xingke on the shoulder: "Hey, your script is all taken down."
Zeng Xingke was taken aback and almost didn't fall off the horse.
After filming the night's scene, Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen home, and Zeng Xing looked at the back of them leaving together, feeling that Schrödinger's straight male love might be about to come to a conclusion.
When returning home, Fu Zhen took out a thick envelope from the express cabinet.
"What is it?" Jiang Hengshu asked him.
Fu Zhen shook his head: "I don't know."
He tore open the envelope in his hand and took out all the contents inside, and found that it was a pile of photos, all of which belonged to him and Jiang Hengshu. They went to Chen Lao’s golden wedding banquet and went to the hot pot restaurant to eat. Take a walk in the botanical garden...
Jiang Hengshu glanced over the photos one by one, and asked, "Is nothing to do to send this thing?"
And the photos are not very private, many have been posted online by paparazzi.
Fu Zhen thought for a while, and said to Jiang Hengshu: "Maybe it is for us to commemorate?"
If Zhang Zhenmeng knew that she had worked so hard to pick out the ambiguous photos of Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu, she would be depressed to death if Fu Zhen kept them as a commemorative album.