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Chapter 7 Field Service
Following the director's order, Fang Nan became the crew of "Miao Cuihua" and was in charge of arranging the extras in just one morning.

I don't ask about the salary for the time being.

The status of the crew was immediately raised.

At least in the hearts of the extras, Fang Nan became an existence that could not be offended, and no one could stand pairs of little shoes flying from unknown angles.

"It's a mistake, Fang Nan's stupid gourd is really lucky." Wu Gao muttered.

A young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks next to Wu Gao heard this, and said impatiently: "Angkor, what should I do? I called him a dog in the morning! He will find an excuse later and put me in the sun for a long time. , I must not peel off my skin!"

"Two ways, one, I'll find another crew for you; two, run to apologize, but this kid is well-developed now, a simple apology probably won't help, we two have to act, you probably have to suffer a little."

The young man chose the latter without much thought.

It is not a day or two to find other jobs.

Moreover, it is said that the group performance of the crew of "Miao Cuihua" was filmed continuously for more than ten days, such a good thing is rare.

"How do you play?"

Watching Fang Nan change into his usual blue and white T-shirt and walk into the rest room, the young man eagerly asked Wu Gaodao.

"Come here." The two approached, Wu Gao muttered in a low voice, and led the young man towards Fang Nan.

"What's the matter with you two?"

Sitting on the ground, Fang Nan looked at Wu Gao and the two impatiently.

He never thought about taking revenge on Wu Gao.

Although this person has disgusted him twice, the original owner of this body has indeed entered several film crews through Master Wu and earned some living expenses.

It's unreasonable for him to tease the family secretly.

Another one, this kind of low-end intrigue among group performers, overt and covert sarcasm.

Fang Nan had experienced too much in his previous life, and he was very bored.

Just a small group of performers, don't make a mess, honestly earn some money to support yourself, and support your family?
You have to learn what stars are doing in open and secret fights.

If you don't have that life, you have to use that accent, stupid or not!

"Snapped"

Before Fang Nan could drive them away, Wu Gao slapped the young man on the left cheek.

Fang Nan was stunned, and Wu Gao slapped him again, "A'nan, Huang Mao has no one to talk about, don't bother with him about the morning."

After the two slaps attracted a group of extras to surround him, Wu Gao just spoke.

"bother!"

Fang Nan sighed in his heart, just now he was thinking that some trivial things were not worth taking to heart, Wu Gao secretly gave him a powerful blow, "Stop beating." Fang Nan got up and said.

Wu Gao: "Huang Mao, please hurry up and thank you..."

Before Wu Gao finished speaking, Huang Mao's face changed from cloudy to sunny, the group of performers thought that the excitement was over and the matter was as simple as that, and just about to turn around, Fang Nan said coldly and abruptly: "What are you doing while fighting? "

"Snapped"

Huang Mao received another slap on the right cheek.

But the moment Wu Gao raised his hand again, Fang Nan grabbed Wu Gao's arm, "It's done, the rest, leave it to Huang Mao to beat others when he calls someone a dog."

Teaching Wu Gao and Huang Mao, who were self-confessed to be affectionate, a lesson, Fang Nanchong waved to the group performers: "Don't be around, it's time to sleep, and after a while, we have to start work."

After the crowd dispersed, Fang Nan walked out under the scorching sun. He forgot all about what happened just now, so he had to remember it.

Under the scorching sun, director Fang Tian dragged the photographer along to discuss the afternoon shoot.

Looking at the anger flashing in the photographer's eyes from time to time, Fang Nan quietly moved behind the two of them.

The crew of "Miao Cuihua" is very hard-working, and the director Fang Tian is also very hard-working. More than half of a film has gone behind the scenes, how can this film be filmed.

The only thing that director Fang Tian is thankful for is that the producers, Huanyu Entertainment Media and Blueberry Channel, have not yet withdrawn their capital.

"It's not easy to make a movie like this." Fang Nan shook his head silently.

Seeing Fang Nan shaking his head from behind, Fang Tian said abruptly, "Xiao Fang, do you have something to say?"

Fang Nan was taken aback for a moment, then blurted out: "Director, I am familiar with a few people in the group performance, and I don't think it would be easy for them to be on camera."

"Then let them try."

The director doesn't take this kind of trivial matter seriously. After glancing at his watch, Fang Tian said: "It's almost time for a break, you can call someone, and by the way, bring the group performers you mentioned, let me tell you about the play." .”

"to make."

Fang Nan nodded, trotted into the group performers' rest room, woke up the group of group performers, and then said to Wu Gao: "Today, I will return your favor, bring three or five people, and follow me to see the director."

"A'nan..." Wu Gao rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Don't worry about Anan, hurry up, the filming will start later, you guys don't want to be like moths, it's best to pass by one by one."

After leaving the rest room, Fang Nan threw Wu Gao and the others to the director, and then went to arrange movements and positions for dozens of group performers.

He is different from Fang Tian.

Fang Tian completely regarded the group performance as the background board.

Back and forth is just one thing - wandering around, like a group of zombies in a zombie movie.

And he divides the extras into groups of three or five, and each group chats about one thing, even if they can't be on camera.

While talking about the excitement, Fang Nan slipped to the props group and brought some prop knives over, forcing the two groups of performers to learn a few tricks from him, and became a busker for a while.

So far, a bustling street scene in the Qing Dynasty took shape in Fang Nan's hands.

The only thing Fang Nan regretted was that there were too few extras and the scene was not grand enough.

"It's okay, let's just watch it. These days, audiences are not lucky enough to watch big-budget TV dramas."

The first test shoot started, and Fang Nan outside the camera wiped the sweat off his face with the T-shirt he had taken off long ago, while happily looking at his first "masterpiece" after rebirth.

"It's real shooting, ready for real shooting, don't be nervous, act and play the same as before, you can have expressions, but don't need to be too rich."

After the second test shoot was over, the situation was very good. The director started the live shoot again. As soon as Fang Nan was notified, he yelled at the extras.

Shouting all the way to Wu Gao and the others, he slapped Wu Gao's right arm which was dislocated by him, and said half-threateningly: "Whatever the director said and acted, he ruined my job, be careful, I will hit you."

"Are the photography and lighting ready?"

"Alright director."

"Xiao Fang, are the extras ready?"

Fang Nan shouted: "Director, the extras are fine, we can shoot."

Fang Tian nodded: "Real shooting, playing board, let's start."

"Cuihua, are you alright?"

At the order of the director, Guo Tao, who played Fang De, took the lead in speaking.

At the same time, Wu Gao and others walked towards the three actors according to the route planned by the director in advance, making facial expressions and speaking lines on the way.

The expression is awkward, the lines are very jerky, but it is much better than the previous wave of people, at least there is no such thing as looking at this and that, and panicking.

One minute approached, the director shouted, "Pass", and Fang Nan outside the camera relaxed.

The job of field affairs should not be lost, and it should be no problem to ask for 100 yuan.

Fang Nan was thinking about his salary, Fang Tian waved and shouted at him.

"What's the director?"

"Clean up and move to the Ming and Qing palaces. You can choose a few suitable extras to bring, and you may have to film a fight scene."

Fang Nan glanced at the west-slanting sun, and he knew that the director made him work overtime at night.

As for bringing a few group performers, it was considered a bonus for him.

After all, in the real shooting just now, the group of performers had changes visible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)