The Salted Fish Invading the Entertainment Circle

Chapter 81
Two days later, filming finally started.

In the camera, Ling Xiaoshu glanced at Wan Jing with some disgust, then lowered his head, stroked Xiao Dan's hair, and squatted down: "May I take you to play today?"

A kind of sneer appeared on Wan Jing's mouth.

Xiao Dan stared at Ling Xiaoshu with eyes like black pearls: "Where is Dad? Won't Dad go play with me?"

Ling Xiaoshu showed a formulaic smile: "Father is very busy, he has to work overtime at the company to earn money..."

"CUT!"

Yang Zhu frowned, first asked the mother on the side to lead Xiao Dan aside, and then called Ling Xiaoshu and Wan Jing to him.

"First of all, Wan Jing, did you not do enough social observation?"

The little white rabbit hung its head, not daring to make a sound.

"How many broken young mothers have you ever seen put on that aggressive look in front of their kids?"

"Remember, your position as a character is that the sky is big and the earth is big, and your daughter is the biggest; therefore, you will not let your daughter see any bad things in the world."

"Do you know how to act now?"

After thinking for a while, Wan Jing understood the meaning of BOSS, and replied: "Understood, I will pretend not to see his eyes for a while, and look at Xiao Dan with expectant eyes."

Yang Zhu nodded: "It's basically correct, remember to add a withdrawn look, showing that you saw Xiaoshu's disgusting look, and then give you 0.2 seconds to show an expression of controlling emotions."

Turning his head, Yang Zhu said to Ling Xiaoshu, "Do you know what your problem is?"

Ling Xiaoshu looked respectful, but his eyes were a little absent-minded. He thought, what could be wrong with such a simple shot, is it just a killing stick?Grandpa has seen a lot.

Yang Zhu seemed to have seen his thoughts, and sneered: "You think I'm nitpicking, so that I can kill your vigor?"

Ling Xiaoshu even said he didn't dare, but the look in his eyes was clearly saying: Isn't it?
Yang Zhu sneered: "Let me ask you, what are the keywords of your role?"

Ling Xiaoshu replied respectfully: "Humble, numb, somewhat indifferent, moderately selfish, with a trace of bottom line remaining."

Yang Zhu snorted: "The male protagonist is a low-level insurance salesman who is called around during the day, and goes to work in a restaurant to wash dishes at night. For such a person, you actually look like a president who is rushing to a shareholders' meeting , what do you think the audience will think after watching it?"

"So what about the cynicism you see in Wan Jing's eyes because of her humbleness?"

"You are a father now, what about the numb exhaustion that you tried to hide when you first interacted with your daughter Xiaodan, but still oozes out?"

"When you hear your daughter ask why you don't go to play with her, what about the layers of impatient expressions that cover up your inferiority complex and anxiety?"

Ling Xiaoshu was dumbfounded when he heard that, he didn't expect that a shot of just over 10 seconds would be transformed into a performance with so many emotions, and his head dilated a few times immediately.

Yang Zhu looked at him with a blank expression on his face: "I told you a long time ago that acting in movies and acting in TV are two different things. I guess you didn't do any homework at all?"

Ling Xiaoshu's face turned red. Indeed, he didn't worry much about this movie, and he didn't do any homework to prepare.

Yang Zhu sighed silently: "Take a break for 5 minutes and think about how to act."

5 minutes later……

"CUT!"

"Ling Xiaoshu, cynicism is born of humbleness, not to make you angry!"

"Can you make a slight dodge with your eyes when you glance at Wan Jing?"

10 minutes later……

"CUT!"

"Ling Xiaoshu, that's your daughter after all. How about the intimacy you felt when you first interacted with her?"

"Could you rub Xiaodan's hair lightly while stroking her head, and add a nose-scraping action? Now you look as if you've met your daughter's classmate. You're so unfamiliar!"

Three 10 minutes later...

"CUT!"

"Ling Xiaoshu, when you said you were going to work overtime, could you be a little less angry in those few words? Also, what about the anxiety shown in the details of your expression?"

"Is it because if I don't tell you, you won't be able to design a little trick of squinting at the watch?"

an hour...

Yang Zhu watched the video several times, his brows were still frowning, and he sighed: "Forget it, let's pass this one."

Ling Xiaoshu had already lost his eyesight and was slumped on the chair.

The little white rabbit came over and comforted him: "Boss, don't worry, Ling Xiaoshu was born in TV series after all, so he didn't get used to the way of filming all of a sudden."

Yang Zhu shook his head: "There is one reason for not being used to movies, but more importantly, he is now the same as Liu Feifei back then, and lacks empathy for this character. .”

The little white rabbit was a little anxious: "Then what should I do?"

Yang Zhu thought for a while: "This is not difficult, let's shoot other scenes first, let him experience the real life of the hero in the script for a few days."

The little white rabbit's forehead darkened, thinking of his unbearable experiences in the past, he was a little worried: "I'm afraid Ling Xiaoshu won't be able to accept your special training."

Yang Zhu sneered: "A movie actor can't even bear this bit of suffering and guilt. What kind of actor should he be? Just replace him. Anyway, the contract specifically states that he must obey the director's reasonable arrangements."

The little white rabbit rolled his eyes, can your old man call it "reasonable"?
He beckoned Ling Xiaoshu over, and explained his problem and his thoughts carefully,
In the end, Daguan Yang patted him on the shoulder earnestly: "Xiaoshu, this is not just to let you get into the role faster;"

"More importantly, through this role, let the audience in front of the screen, especially those [Muyang dogs], take a good look at what the real experience of Chinese people in the United States is like!"

"The people in the province barked all day long, saying that the United States is a paradise, and the moon there is rounder than that in China."

With a hat buttoned down, Ling Xiaoshu reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Then he called the deputy director in charge of outreach: "What is the hardest job for Chinese people in the local area, and they are most likely to be discriminated against?"

The assistant director leaned into Yang Zhu's ear and said: "Although there is no obvious occupational discrimination in the United States, except for catering, Chinese people will be more or less discriminated against in almost any occupation."

Yang Zhu's face was a bit uneasy: "Then you can make arrangements for Ling Xiaoshu to be an insurance salesman at the lowest level for 7 days, and let him distribute leaflets, sweep the floor, wash dishes and so on at night."

"Remember, tell those units to arrange the hardest, most tiring and difficult work for him!"

The assistant director took the order to go...

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Without the male lead, Yang Zhu had no choice but to shoot the heroine's literary part first.

Three middle-aged women, one black and two white, muttered at the dining table:
A white woman said: "My husband said that there were a few more cases of mad cow disease in Gregor Town, and now he has to work overtime to burn those damn cow carcasses; every time he smells that burning smell on his body." The smell makes me want to throw up."

Another white man said, "When does Utah not burn dozens of cows? Dead cows are so strange."

"However, this place is getting more and more chaotic. A friend of mine who is a policeman said that a dozen more people went missing in the past two days. Even with this group, the number of missing people this year has exceeded 100. It's over!"

The black woman said, "Yeah, the business of the gun store has been very good recently. Now I don't carry a gun, and I don't dare to go out at night. My husband just bought a Glock yesterday, and I plan to practice shooting well. Later When I meet those pigs who dare to discriminate against us black people, I will kill them with one shot!"

At this time, Wan Jing, who was wearing a waiter's apron, looked tired, but still with the most standard professional smile, came to three American middle-aged women with a tray, and gently put the pizza and drinks on the table superior.

"Thank you..." A white woman raised her head, saw Wan Jing's yellow skin, frowned, swallowed the rest of her sentence, and then turned her head expressionlessly.

Wan Jing turned her face slightly, and seemed to see the discrimination against her by white women. A trace of anger flashed across her face, and her brows were tightly frowned.

The black woman looked up at her expressionless companion, and when she turned around and saw Wan Jing's frown, she was furious: "You yellow pig, are you discriminating against us black people?"

Without waiting for Wan Jing to say anything, the black man picked up the pizza on the table and slammed it into Wan Jing's face...

"CUT!"

Yang Zhu looked at it, pointed at the black woman and said, "Your voice was not loud enough to scold the heroine just now. If your voice is sharper, it's better to break it!"

Then motioned to Wan Jing, who was still cleaning up the pizza residue from her hair, to translate it to her verbatim.

Then he said to a white woman: "After you see the heroine's yellow skin, don't be expressionless on your face, but act out the feeling of dislike and rejection."

After listening to Wan Jing's translation, the white woman got a little angry and chattered.

Wan Jing translated: "She said that you are exaggerating. The St. George people she has contacted will not discriminate against her just because they are yellow. This will damage the image of St. George people, so she refuses to follow Act like you said."

Yang Zhu sneered: "Americans are world-renowned for their racial discrimination, what kind of bullshit image is there?"

After Wan Jing's translation, the white woman's face flushed slightly, and she was chattering again.

Wan Jing said: "She said that not every American has racism. As far as she knows, St. George's racism is not so serious."

Yang Zhu said coldly: "It is enough that there is such serious racial discrimination in many places in the United States; don't forget, Utah and St. George belong to the United States, and you represent the United States in this movie."

Seeing the white woman still blushing and wanting to argue, Yang Zhu got a little impatient, interrupted her BB with a wave, and said to Wan Jing, "Tell her, I am the director, and she will do whatever I want her to do." Acting, don’t forget what I said in the contract I signed with them, if she is willing to pay $2000 liquidated damages, she can quit and not act.”

Wan Jing murmured and translated, and the white woman nodded reluctantly in agreement.

After the reshoot, Yang Zhu really felt much better.

The little white rabbit came to Yang Zhu's side, and asked worriedly: "Boss, I read your script, and there are many places like this. Will those actors go on strike? I heard that the United States likes it very much." On strike."

Yang Zhu sneered: "Do they dare? It's clearly written in the contract. If they really want to go on strike, I will sue them in court with a pleading. This kind of lawsuit will be sure!"

After a pause, he comforted the little white rabbit and said, "Besides, don't you know the virtues of Americans? As long as you give them money, their parents can scold you so much that you can't recognize them, don't you believe it?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I should pay them 30% higher than the market price? Do you really think that Americans are more expensive than us?"

Little White Rabbit breathed a sigh of relief, but she also roughly understood one of the intentions of her own BOSS for making this movie,

But Boss, you are really narrow-minded. It was only the people of Electro-optical Magic Workers who offended you, but you scolded the entire American people. How big is the hatred between you?
Immediately, I calmed down and thought about whether I had offended my boss recently, so I don't know how to die by then...

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The night lights are on.

Wearing a cheap suit, Ling Xiaoshu was carrying a briefcase, mustered up his courage again, stopped a passerby on the side of the street, and asked in broken English: "Sir, hello, I am a salesperson of XX Insurance Company, May I ask if you are interested in learning about the [Special Hand Accident Insurance] specially launched by our company?"

The white man looked at him like an idiot: "Crazy!"

Then with a strong right hand, he broke free and strode away...

Ling Xiaoshu wanted to cry but couldn't cry when he thought of his performance slip again today and the unfinished visit records of 30 people.

Then he took out half a hamburger from his bag, took a bite hard, and kept cursing in his heart:
What the hell is the "special hand accident insurance", let me push this thing, do you think these people are celebrities?

Also, damn Yang Zhu, took my phone and cash away from me, and gave me $3 a day, not even enough to buy two hamburgers,

I was exhausted just from running the business every day, and I still didn't let myself eat enough, and at night I had to wash the dishes for two hours with the smell of rancid water.

You NND, this is not giving me special training to find the empathy of the hero, it is clearly torturing me on purpose!

Ling Xiaoshu, who hadn't suffered much since he was a child, remembered what happened in the past three days, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he smashed the remaining hamburger on the ground...

One minute later, in this unaccompanied foreign country, he was so hungry that he couldn't bear the hunger, and finally picked up the handful of hamburgers scattered on the ground.

"Crack." A steel coin was thrown in front of his eyes.

A brown-haired woman gave him a pitying look before turning away.

A huge sense of humiliation rose from Ling Xiaoshu's heart, he picked up the iron coin through gritted teeth,

Then, without looking back, I ran towards... the hamburger stand on the side of the road...

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It seems that there are 1 words written, and it took a full 10 hours, and the handicapped party was weak and limp...

(End of this chapter)