The Salted Fish Invading the Entertainment Circle

Chapter 112 Closed Training ([-])
Guizhou, Qiannan, Sandu Shui Autonomous County, Qingyan Town;

Walking through the road full of bluestone slabs in the ancient town, took a motorcycle, and came to a place five or six kilometers away from the town;

Yang Zhu looked at the small village in front of him, and went straight to a sleepy person under the tree;
"Lazy again!?" Yang Zhu whispered in her ear.

The little white rabbit was startled suddenly and jumped up.

Seeing the man with a smirk in front of her, Wan Jing patted her chest with her small hand, and then she recovered: "Boss, you scared me to death!"

"How is it, are you used to staying here?" Yang Zhu asked with a smile.

"It's been more than a week, and I'm quite used to it, but some actors are not used to it..." The little white rabbit hesitated.

"Oh? See what you mean, some people are complaining a lot?"

The little white rabbit nodded, and Yang Zhu was not surprised: "Go, take me to meet those actors."

The two of them walked up a section and came to a newly built dam. Six people, no. 70, were divided into several piles.

Some people were carrying the wood with their shirts on, while others were sawing the wood clumsily with a saw, while someone was pointing with a bucket;

Some people were led by two teachers who taught yoga and jujitsu, grinning their teeth and making various movements, wailing and laughing from time to time;

Another group of people were sitting in front of a tall middle-aged teacher, holding brushes and paper in their hands, studying the writing and pronunciation of Shui Shuwen conscientiously. Drawing on paper.

Yang Zhu looked at it for a while, stopped a staff member, and gave a few instructions;
After a while, a dark group of actors surrounded Yang Zhu.

Yang Zhu looked around at the crowd, ignored the smell of sweat that kept attacking him, and said, "Everyone has worked hard!"

"Today, I called everyone here just to ask whether everyone is used to being here, what I can help solve, and if there are any doubts that I need to answer."

Looking at the people with different expressions but not making a sound, Yang Zhu said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, everyone, I, Yang, am not a man-eating monster, just tell me what you have, and I won't embarrass everyone. "

There were a few chuckles in the crowd, and then a man who looked like a sidekick said:
"Director Yang, I don't quite understand. Why are we group performers learning how to build houses and not allowing us to wear clothes?"

Yang Zhu glanced at the coarse cloth trousers on his lower body, and smiled wickedly: "Please tell me the whole thing, please say that you are not allowed to wear a shirt, not that you are not allowed to wear clothes; otherwise, be careful of being harmed!"

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere became more lively.

Yang Zhu looked a little more serious, and said: "First of all, I want to tell everyone that I invited you, a group of small special actors, to come here for training, and I will give you a monthly subsidy of 8000, not because I have too much money. I'm panicking, I want to show off."

"It's because you didn't understand your importance from beginning to end."

The crowd of extras are a bit confused, isn't he just a passerby, the biggest role is to fill the screen, what else can be important?

Yang Zhu smiled: "Making a movie is different from filming a TV series. We strive to make every shot unnecessary; and similarly, we also strive to make every character who appears in the shot, whether you are a supporting role or a special character, , even passers-by, we strive to give the audience a sense of reality."

"I believe that you have also watched a lot of movies that make you snort, especially costume dramas. I guess there are many scenes in it that make you feel fake."

"Why is this happening? Apart from the bloody script and the lack of skill of the leading actors, it's more about the details, especially the details of you low-level actors!"

"You look at a group of idlers, walking on duck legs as pedestrians on the street, do you think that is really ancient?"

"You look at a man with thin skin and tender flesh, who picks up a hoe and swings it lightly in the air, for fear of knocking the ground. Would you believe that this is a farmer who lives on the ground?"

"When you look at a soldier with a relaxed face, dull eyes, and no murderous look at all, do you think it is on the battlefield?"

"I believe that anyone with a normal brain development would not find these pictures real?"

"How can you ask the audience to buy you when a movie can't even give people a sense of reality for more than half of the pictures that run through the whole movie?"

"So... I've always thought that with a group of grassroots actors who can show a sense of authenticity, this movie may have the possibility of success."

"Going back to the question you asked just now, why aren't you allowed to wear a shirt?"

"The answer is very simple, in order to make you look real in the picture;"

"Don't forget, everyone here is either a member of the Ghost King Sect, or a barbarian from southern Xinjiang under the rule of the Ghost King Sect;"

"What should the barbarians in southern Xinjiang look like?"

"You who live in poor mountains and rough waters should have a strong and dark body, and your eyes should always be full of vigilance and rebelliousness,"

"You should be proficient in most hunting and survival skills, and all your movements should be efficient, agile and full of strength;"

"So, now you know why I ordered you not to wear tops, right? The reason is to expose your skin;"

"Similarly, I let you build houses by yourself, firstly to exercise your muscles, and secondly to bring enough stability and efficiency into your body movements,"

"These things, without muscle memory, are simply not possible."

Paused: "Of course, for the sake of the quality of the film, I will give more shots to those actors who feel the most realistic."

After hearing Yang Zhu's explanation, all the actors suddenly realized that they are so important?

Hearing that Yang Zhu was going to add a camera to the best performing actor, everyone was gearing up. These years, that actor doesn't have a dream of being a star.

As the atmosphere became more lively, an actor said with a sad face, "Director Yang, I can bear the rest, but... the dishes I cooked for us are too spicy, right? Can you get something lighter?"

Many people also responded one after another.

The executive assistant director at the side wiped the sweat from his brow. When he brought the actors here from Hengdian, he was too concerned about the appearance and plasticity, but he forgot that many of these people were from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and they couldn't eat spicy food at all.

Yang Zhu first glanced at the assistant director calmly, thinking that he would have to give him a chicken leg, and then looked at the crowd: "This...it can't be done!"

"It's my special order to add spiciness to the meals you provide."

Paused: "The reason is very simple. Your personal temperament is too gentle, which does not match the tough temperament of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang."

"So in order to change your temperament, we have designed many special training programs, and spicy food is one of them;"

"The reason is very simple. Spicy is not a taste, but a pain. People living in a closed and boring environment are prone to restlessness; at this time, coupled with the stimulation of a sufficient amount of pepper, your temper will become hot. ,"

"Corresponding to this, your external performance will also change. For example, your movement frequency will increase, and the muscles around the apple muscle of your face will become active; and your eyes, under the mobilization of emotions, They will all become more aggressive!"

"So, if you want to be a good actor, you must endure hardships, and eating chili is even more inevitable!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and they were relieved when they thought that eating chili peppers turned out to be something special, and that the crew was not deliberately trying to trick them.

……

"Director, practicing this jujitsu is too exhausting. I need someone to help me get up in the morning. Can we relax the standard a little bit? Isn't there still special effects?" said a young actor.

Yang Zhu has a little impression of him, remembering that he is a small supporting role playing a master next to the ghost king.

He smiled at the moment, but there was no smile on his face: "Success, the standard can be relaxed, you can turn into a small special, re-sign the contract, and let someone who is willing to endure hardships replace your role, I have no objection."

The actor thought to himself, this is not going to work, how can a small special compare with himself as a supporting role?If nothing else, the pay gap is huge.

Watching him shake his head, Yang Zhu's words became a little more fierce: "You are the only one special!? You are the only one who complains!?"

"Look at Mr. Chen Daomin, a national first-class actor, Chinese film star, over 50 years old, he trained with you, he must have suffered more than you, right? Have you ever cried out!?"

The young man shook his head and retracted his neck a little;
Chen Daomin hesitated to speak, and said that I also want to say, jujitsu, can we be gentle at the beginning, don't be so violent when it comes up, my old bones can't bear it,

But seeing that Yang Zhu held a meeting as soon as he arrived, he didn't get along with him at all, so he lifted himself up to be a model. Swallow the bitter water.

Yang Zhuzai pointed to the eldest prince Lin who was secretly pressing his hip joints: "Look at Lin Tu again, a famous movie star, the prince invested by Dahua, isn't his status rich enough? It's about the same as you Damn, have you ever cried out in pain!?"

The young man completely lowered his head, not daring to look at Yang Zhu.

Prince Lin on the side smiled bitterly. He had been practicing Jiu-Jitsu for a few days. If he said it was not hard, he would be lying. If he said that he had never thought of being a deserter, he would also be lying.

It's just that I have long been used to Yang Da's beating, since I have given the order to die, I have no choice but to bear it, just to see how many days I can resist, I hope that by then the brain will not be disabled.

……

"Director Yang, why are we being asked to weave bamboo baskets and sell them in the town, and we are not allowed to speak, only gestures?"

"Because in this way, we can develop a sense of reality when dealing with the barren people in southern Xinjiang."

"Director Yang, why do we need to learn the pronunciation of Shui Shuwen? Isn't it enough just to learn how to write?"

"Because when the people of the Ghost King Sect use their own attacking moves, it would be strange if they say [Broken!]!"

"Director Yang, why do we have to learn to play bronze drums?"

"Because the bronze drum is the most important musical instrument of the Shui people, and it is also an important magic weapon of the Ghost King Zong in the movie. It is completely different from the normal drumming method. I don't want you to just put on a show. If you do this, you won't be able to show that kind of momentum!"

"Director Yang..."

………………

For a whole afternoon, Yang Zhu was explaining to a bunch of actors and staff why he did this and that. It was about dry mouth.

But judging from the later effects, it seems to be not bad, at least everyone's emotions have stabilized a lot, and after a few days, they get used to this kind of life, and basically there will be no problems.

Some were worried that the actors would not adapt to the local environment, so he told the assistant director who stayed here to pay attention to everyone's physical condition and to register for consultation every two days. After that, Yang Zhu planned to leave.

"Leaving so soon?" Chen Daomin was a little surprised.

"Well, I haven't gone to the actors of the Qingyun School, so it's hard to say that something will go wrong. I have to go and have a look." Walking slowly on the dirt road, Yang Zhu said.

The reason why he walked so slowly was entirely to take care of Chen Daomin's situation. He walked with twists and turns, and his speed could not be improved.

"Hey, when you told me that you were going to bring all the actors together for closed training, I thought you were fooling me, but I didn't expect..."

"Hey, you are so ruthless!" Chen Daomin raised his thumb.

Yang Zhu has black hair, is he praising himself or hurting himself?

"Why, you didn't say hello today, just held an all-hands meeting and pushed me out, because you are afraid that my old bone will repent?" Chen Daomin looked at Yang Zhu with a half-smile.

Yang Zhu smiled, knowing that he couldn't hide it from him, and he was really worried. After all, for a person in his 50s, practicing Jiu-Jitsu every day is the greatest torture.

Immediately scratching his head, hehe giggled for a while, it was a default.

Chen Daomin's face darkened a little, he didn't expect that his golden signboard for decades would look so unbearable in the eyes of this young man, so he immediately snorted fiercely.

"By the way, is what you told me last time true or false?" Chen Daomin finally couldn't bear his curiosity, and asked the question he had been thinking about for a few days.

"Huh? What is true and false?" Yang Zhu was at a loss.

"Don't play dumb, it's about you playing the head of the Qingyun faction, are you joking or serious, hurry up!" Chen Daomin urged.

Yang Zhu looked at him with the look that you are joking: "Of course it is true, I, Yang, never lie about business matters."

Chen Daomin stopped and looked at him with eyes that looked like a fool: "Are you serious?"

Yang Zhu nodded of course.

"Then I won't act!" Chen Daomin turned around and left.

Yang Zhu quickly stopped him: "What's the matter, how can you stop acting if you don't act?"

Chen Daomin squinted at him: "You are a brat, and you are still a director. You actually acted opposite me in the end, can you still watch this movie?"

"It's a pity that such a good script and such a good idea."

Yang Zhu looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "According to what you say, the director can't stop acting?"

Chen Daomin smacked his lips: "You can't say that, it's just that you are a brat, playing the most conflicted role in the movie, do you think you can play it well?"

Yang Zhu sneered: "I'm not talented, I think I still have some tricks in training actors. Why, do you think that a director who has the ability to train actors is not capable of playing a role well?"

Chen Daomin snorted: "It's two different things, okay? Besides, with your sly eyebrows and mouse eyes, if you really want to be able to perform the essence of the master of the Qingyun School, I'll eat the script right away!"

Yang Zhu stared at him for a while: "Well, let's make a bet, I really want to act well, and I don't want you to eat the script."

Chen Daomin immediately made an expression like he was guarding against a thief: "What do you want to do?"

There was a cunning smile on the corner of Yang Zhu's mouth: "If you really admit defeat at that time, I don't want anything else. I want your two cakes that were made in 73 and have been cooked for a long time."

Chen Daomin's mouth suddenly trembled. When did he see this little naughty guy?That was the Qizi Pancake that I had spent a lot of effort to get. I only managed to pry off a small piece, and I was no longer willing to drink it.

But looking at Yang Zhu's look that he was sure you wouldn't dare to bet, Chen Daomin gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely: "Success!"

A successful smile appeared on Yang Zhu's face: "It's a high-five, it's a deal!"

Chen Daomin was suspicious, but he still stretched out his right hand, and slapped Yang Zhu's palm that had been standing in the air for a long time: "Pa"!
After high-fiving, Yang Zhu smiled at Chen Daomin: "Since you don't believe me, let's have a scene with your opponent that can explain the problem the most."

Then close your eyes and brew your emotions;
When Chen Daomin heard that he was playing with his opponent, he immediately cheered up.

Three seconds later, Yang Zhu opened his eyes, and his temperament suddenly changed drastically.

His brows were slightly frowned, but his two eyebrows drooped unreasonably, and a slightly sad face appeared in front of Chen Daomin's eyes;

But the strange thing is that this slightly bitter face, with some droopy eyelids, and a faint wry smile at the corner of his mouth, is clearly a compassionate person with compassion in his heart.

I saw Yang Zhu's eyeballs slanted as if avoiding him, as if he let out a wordless sigh: "Ghost King, you are a hero in your life, you are fierce and invincible; I think you have a bright way in your heart, but why bother to be tied down by some external obstacles? Make you ten years of raising money, destroyed in one day?"

His tone was two parts entangled, three parts pity, but five parts overbearing.

Chen Daomin was startled, and quickly got up his spirits. He let out a cold snort, and suppressed a wave of anger in his words: "You said... my daughter's life is just a little bit of external restraint!?"

Then he raised his head and said in a sonorous tone: "I am a ghost king, and I seek to understand my thoughts; ten years ago, my daughter died at the hands of your Qingyun sect. From that moment on, my thoughts have not been able to understand. get up,"

His tone paused: "Hmph, Qing Yun Sect has such a great reputation. Today I want to see if the alliance between our two factions can destroy your Qing Yun Sect!"

"At that time, let's also try what it's like to be number one in the world!"

As he spoke, he laughed unbridled.

Yang Zhu stared at Chen Daoming, his expression changed a little, his eyes were a little sharp, but they disappeared immediately, as if he was suffering, but his whole body leaned forward slightly, and his body movements also showed a trace of aggressiveness intentionally or unintentionally , but it was taken back in an instant;
After a short while, Yang Zhu's expression showed a trace of bitterness: "In the past, I drank Zhongshan's wine by mistake, and I was drunk for a thousand days; but looking at today's mortal beings, they are drowsy, and there is no day without being drunk..."

Yang Zhu stared at Chen Daoming, with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Ghost King, you want to destroy my Qingyun today...but you want to replace him and play chess drunk in the world?"

Chen Daomin shook his head, with a disdainful expression on his face: "How is it different from how the world is trapped? I don't bother to worry about it."

Yang Zhu showed a hint of disappointment, his eyes dimmed a bit, but he forced himself to show a look that seemed to be begging: "Then...are you planning to use your strength to break the situation and spread the Qingliang Powder widely so that everyone can be relieved?"

Chen Daomin hesitated for a moment, then shook his head slowly: "No, this is the old monk's business; hum, the world is ignorant, most people are not worth bothering, I just need to protect my people and athletes."

"As for the others... life and death have nothing to do with me!?"

There was despair in Yang Zhu's eyes, he sighed unbearably, and slowly closed his eyes;
After opening his eyes again, the look in Chen Daomin's eyes gradually changed, from disappointment to intolerance, from intolerance to pity, and finally, it showed a sharpness that combined madness and rebellion;

The whole person's body also gradually straightened up from the original peaceful hunchback, and he leaned back slightly. Coupled with Yang Zhu's eyes, a condescending feeling of looking down emerged spontaneously.

"A person who is indifferent will be suspicious of a person who is rich and beautiful; I am too naive after all to seek clarity from turbidity..."

Yang Zhu seemed to be convincing himself, and murmured softly.

The eyes were indeed becoming more and more crazy, and then returned to indifference in an instant. The corner of the mouth provoked a cruel and evil smile, but together with the drooping eyebrows, it seemed to be crying...

"In this case, Ghost King, I want to see if the obsession in your heart can withstand my sword, take it!" Yang Zhu's voice became extremely cold, but his tone was calm and smooth; A strong sense of "inhumanity" arises spontaneously...

"hiss!!!"

Chen Daomin looked at Yang Zhu in front of him like he was looking at a monster. Although he didn't have a beard, and he was only stubbed in shorts that were sloppy, but in just one minute, he clearly saw a very real man, exuding a "half fairy" all over his body. "Half Demon", "Half Life, Half Kill", the head of the Qingyun sect,
The dramatic movements all over his body, the completely different temperament changes after every sentence, and the extremely weird sense of coercion at the end directly made his back go numb;

"Are you really only 27 years old?" After a long silence, Chen Daomin asked in disbelief.

Yang Zhu nodded with a teasing look on his face: "Do you need to see your ID card?"

"Hiss~~~~~ Then how did you develop your acting skills?" Chen Daomin looked incredulous.

Yang Zhu heheed a few times, avoiding to answer, but a little impatient: "Hurry up, do you admit it!?"

Chen Daomin nodded with some toothache: "Yes! I will bring you tea when I go back."

Yang Zhu nodded with a grin: "Sure enough, it's Mr. Chen, nailing it with every spittle!"

Yang Zhu gave a thumbs up: "For the sake of Mr. Chen's straightforwardness, I won't hold you accountable for the poor role you played just now."

Chen Daomin's face flushed, he hadn't really reached the final part of the plot in his thinking about the role, not to mention his decent acting just now, he even missed a few lines.

He coughed and was about to say something, but saw Yang Zhu running forward in a hurry, and kept waving goodbye.

Chen Daomin laughed angrily. Could it be that this kid was afraid that he would regret it and refused to compensate him with the tea? ?

Then he turned around and walked back, wondering how this kid played a middle-aged headmaster with a split personality so vividly...

(End of this chapter)