The Salted Fish Invading the Entertainment Circle

Chapter 37 In fact, I am an experiential director

Yang Zhu didn't care what kind of ups and downs that advertisement was in the outside world.

In his opinion, no matter how good the response is, it has nothing to do with him as a "plagiarist".

All he cares about now is one thing:

How to adjust Sun Jian, a fat man, and that troublesome Miss Lin well.

That's right, the filming process has now encountered a "bottleneck".

Sun Jian, a fat man, didn't know if he had been with the crew for a long time and lost his awe of Daguan Yang. Several important shots failed to achieve the effect Yang Zhu wanted.

Miss Lin is even more popular, perhaps because she has never had any acting experience, and has been unable to grasp the main points of the heroine's role expression.

Daguan Yang was in such a hurry that his hair was almost gone.

"Come on, Boss, have a cup of tea and go to the fire."

The little white rabbit thoughtfully placed a simple tea set aside, brewed a cup of Shengpu and handed it to Yang Zhu.

Yang Zhu drank it in one sip, smashed his mouth, felt the joy of saliva on his cheeks, and his mood really improved.

"Boss, don't worry, Sun Jian and Keran have no acting experience after all, just take your time."

Hearing the little white rabbit's comfort, Yang Zhu thought to himself, can I not be in a hurry?

If you go on like this, after seven months, you won't be able to see your boss anymore.

Pulling through my notes, carefully pondering the few shots where the two were stuck, and finally felt ruthless: "Fatty Sun, don't blame me for being cruel!"

Immediately, he explained to the little white rabbit a few times, called the props again, and exchanged whispers.

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"Sun Jian, come here!"

Yang Zhu pinched a few pieces of paper and waved to Fatty Sun.

"Sign it."

Thinking of the director's increasingly harsh words recently, Sun Jianyi shivered,

What's this?Could it be that the director felt that he did not act well and wanted to terminate the contract?
Zhuanwei opened the contract and looked at it. He was happy at first, and then became confused.

This is a special contract,

The general idea is that in order to improve Sun Jian's acting skills, the director will use some special means to make it meet the standard. In the process, physical and mental trauma may occur;

For this reason, the production team paid Sun Jian 20 yuan for mental compensation, and promised that if any accidental injury occurs, the production team will bear the medical expenses separately.

"Yang...Director Yang, you won't turn me into a cripple or a mental disorder, right?"

Sun Jian's face turned pale, but he really couldn't resist the temptation of 20 yuan.

"No, it's just some relatively mild physical stimulation and mental stimulation." Yang Zhu smiled very kindly.

I believe you ghost!Now the crew is up and down, who doesn't know that you, Mr. Yang, are notoriously black-bellied?
However, that 20 banknote is so tempting...

"I'll sign!" Sun Jian gritted his teeth, and signed his name with his fat trembling hands!
"Hmph~ That's right!" Mr. Yang showed his white teeth...

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"Props!"

The props staff handed over a "glue stick" respectfully, and Yang Zhu pinched it with his hands, and nodded with satisfaction.

This "wooden stick" has several layers of thick sponge inside, and a layer of 1CM soft glue on the outside, which is not heavy.

Restricted by the material and weight, this thing will hurt more when hit on the body, but unless it hits the head and other vital parts desperately, it will not cause any real damage.

"Do you still remember the lines from scene 189?" Yang Zhu looked at Sun Jian maliciously.

Sun Jian understood what Yang Zhu wanted to do, swallowed, and nodded with a pale face: "I remember."

It was a scene about the male protagonist being violently beaten. Sun Jian NGed more than 60 lines, but he still failed to perform the "sense of fear" that satisfied Yang Zhu.

"Very well, hold that box, treat it as the rice cooker in that scene, don't forget to say your lines..."

After Yang Zhu finished speaking, he showed a sinister smile, and swung a glue stick to hit Sun Jianjian fiercely!

"Ah!~!"

A scream like killing a pig came from Sun Jian's mouth.

How can it hurt so much!

This is Sun Jian's only thought at the moment, his body is stressed like a river shrimp, bowing and bowing...

"Lines!" Yang Zhu shouted, and swung his stick again.

"Ah~!" There was another scream.

"You~~! You can't~ah~!"

"The lines are wrong, try again!" Yang Zhu hit again.

"Ah~!"

Including the little white rabbit, the staff nearby looked down and counted ants with pale faces, for fear of being caught by their director's eyes.

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Two days later.

"Attention the staff, the second scene of the 189th scene is ready to be filmed!"

All the staff got busy.

Yang Zhu called Zhang Lin and the two cameras, explained something, then changed into the uniform of "city management", and stopped a step forward, actually acting as a trick.

After a while, Yang Zhu saw that all departments were ready, and gave an order:
"ACTION!"

In the camera, I saw a few "city managers" approaching step by step,
Sun Jian's face was pale, his pupils began to dilate, and he said in a trembling voice, "You~~you~~ what are you doing?"

That panic, that vibrato, that helplessness, is so real...

"Shame on you, since you don't want to withdraw the stall, you can't blame others, smash it!" The leader of the mayor waved his hand, and the uniforms behind him rushed up and smashed up.

Zhang Lin behind the camera waved his hand, and the two cameras rushed up, grabbed a good spot, and took pictures of Sun Jian from different angles...

The mayor, played by Yang Zhu, squeezed a rubber stick, patted it in the palm of his hand, and walked towards Sun Jian, who was tightly protecting the rice cooker in his arms.

Sun Jian looked at Yang Zhu who was walking slowly and the glue stick in his hand, his face turned pale, and the fat all over his body began to tremble violently...

Zhang Lin, who was in charge of the mirror, saw his eyes brighten: This reaction is absolutely amazing!The beatings of the past two days were not in vain. This has formed a natural reaction, and acting can't perform this kind of feeling.

Yang Zhu kicked towards the rice cooker in Sun Jian's arms, and Sun Jian turned sideways to protect the rice cooker.

Yang Zhu, who was staggered by the fat bomb, managed to stand firm, with a hideous look of shame and anger on his face, and the glue stick crackled towards Sun Jianjian.

Sun Jian firmly protected the rice cooker with his left hand, and covered his head with his right hand.

The exposed half of the face was about to cry out of fear, the fat in the mouth and face were trembling:

"I...we didn't do anything bad, why...why hit me?"

"You~~you can't beat...damage the dough in the pot."

"This is for...making cakes for those children."

"If you beat... if it breaks, they won't be able to sell the cakes!"

"He... they are very poor, no... don't break the dough, okay?"

"He... they can't sell cakes, so... just... they can't see a doctor for Xiao Ningning."

In the end, the city manager played by Yang Zhu was still panting heavily, snatched the rice cooker from the fat man's arms, and threw it hard on the ground!
A pot of soft dough spilled on the ground...

"CUT!"

"Very good! Makeup artist, hurry up and make up the hero!"

Two make-up artists rushed up like first responders on the battlefield, took out a few balls of cotton, stuffed it into Sun Jian's mouth, which was full of tears and nose, and then smeared it on his face.

In just 5 minutes, Sun Jian turned into a bruised nose and swollen face.

Yang Zhu looked at the fat man, and felt that although he was still trembling all over, he seemed to have checked his emotions a little bit.

So he rushed up, and while the staff were stunned, he beat Sun Jian again.

Panting, Yang Zhu waved his hand.

Zhang Lin's voice came: "Scene 190, first shot, ACTION!"

Sun Jian, who was lying on the ground trembling, sat up with difficulty, grinned, looked around the mess, and then cast his eyes on the overturned rice cooker.

Using all four limbs, he crawled over awkwardly, his fat hands tremblingly held up the inner bag, and gradually raised his head.

On that fat face like a pig's head, with runny eyes, he stared at the camera with an expression of sadness and despair.

Then he asked in a hoarse voice amid sobbing:

"Why...why? Why did you do this to us?"

"We...we just want to treat Xiao Ningning!"

"We are alive, we have already tried our best, why do you still treat us like this!?"

That voice mixed with despair, anger, doubt and unwillingness made people cry.

"CUT! PERFECT!"

Officer Yang on the side looked at it twice, showing a satisfied expression.

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"Hey... hey, come back! Come back!"

Lin Keran, who was holding the donation box, looked at the people leaving, and then looked around, wanting to cry but not crying.

She looked at her own drama makeup, touched the sunburn makeup on her face, and remembered Yang Zhu's repeated instructions, so she had no choice but to squat down at the spot designated by Yang Zhu and put the donation box in her arms toward the street.

Pedestrians were hurrying on the street, and countless curious eyes swept over Lin Keran's body and the chalk writing on the ground.
Miss Lin, who had never experienced anything like this before, felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, her calm face began to turn pale, and emotions such as tension, shame, and embarrassment began to appear.

Not long after, a pair of red leather shoes appeared in Lin Keran's sight, followed by her mother,

The six or seven-year-old girl carefully read the chalk writing on the ground: "All kind people, please contribute to the disabled."

Turning his head: "Mom, what is a disabled person?"

Mother bent down and explained

Then the little girl stared at Lin Keran with black pearl eyes: "Auntie is so pitiful, is she disabled somewhere?"

Lin Keran felt ashamed, and said with difficulty: "No...no, Auntie is not disabled, yes..."

He paused, gritted his teeth, and said hoarsely, "It's a fundraiser for the students of the School for the Disabled, and I'm the teacher there."

The little girl thought for a while, pulled the small decorative bag she was carrying, unzipped it, and took out all the money from it. After thinking about it, she put back a coin.

After counting, she put both hands in front of Lin Keran's eyes: "Auntie, here are seven yuan and sixty cents, and I still have one yuan left for Tingting to buy lollipops. I promised her, is that okay?"

Lin Keran stared blankly at these innocent eyes, then looked at the smiling mother next to her, and stretched out her hands with difficulty to take the pile of small change: "Thank you...thank you!"

Looking at the shaking little hand and the bright smile on the face of the little girl who turned around and bounced away.

A sense of guilt welled up.

Lin Keran yelled at the little figure: "Little friend, what's your name?"

After two times, the little figure finally turned around: "Auntie, my name is Rongrong!"

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As time goes by, more and more people put their love into the collection box.

Under self-hypnosis, Lin Keran also regarded herself more and more as a teacher of the School for the Disabled.

As the number of inquiries increased, a light called "holiness" gradually appeared on Lin Keran's face as he kept appealing to passers-by...

And in her hand, she tightly clutched the handful of seven yuan and sixty cents...

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Yang Zhu, who was secretly filming across the street, snapped his fingers lightly.

"It's done!"

(End of this chapter)