From the dream-chasing showbiz to remake bad films

Chapter 74

Originally, Pei Yang prepared for three days for Zhou Xingxing to enter the film, but Zhou Xingxing seemed to have returned home. Not only was he able to enter the film very quickly every time, but the quality of the shots was also very good. Pei Yang Although I am also picking faults, it is not the faults of acting, but the problem of dramatic effect and comedy effect.

Uncle Da, in shabby clothes, watched the game on the big screen with a look of melancholy and envy.

But he heard a young man's voice behind him.

"Ball, that's not the way to kick it." Zhou Xingxing, in ragged clothes, lowered his head and turned sideways, splitting his fork and pressing his legs on two piles of garbage.

"What are you talking about?" Uncle Da, who was limping, moved slowly in front of Zhou Xingxing in doubt.

"In a word, the waist and the horse are one." Zhou Xingxing pretended to be very deep.

"What is the unity of waist and horse?" Uncle Da also stared at Zhou Xingxing with a deep and serious face.

Zhou Xingxing jumped down from the rubbish pile with his legs tightly closed, and slowly approached Uncle Da, as if he was covered with thousands of flames.

"The waist and horse are one, the late great martial artist Bruce Lee who has always been in my heart has already explained it." Zhou Xingxing said slowly.There is a seriousness in the words that does not belong to picking up trash.

"But if you want to know more, you can learn kung fu with me."

Uncle Da looked Zhou Xingxing up and down, but saw Zhou Xingxing's incomparable poverty and desperation.

"Picking up rubbish is my superficial job. My real identity is a martial artist. Oh no, I'm a research monk. I mainly study how to carry forward Shaolin martial arts in practice." Zhou Xingxing took out a piece of writing Business Card With Hercules Legs.

Uncle Da looked at Zhou Xingxing again from bottom to top.

"So what?" Uncle Da lost interest again, and said with a little sarcasm: "In this society, do you dare to touch a single hair of others? Beating and killing is already a serious matter." Turn away.

"That's not the case." Zhou Xingxing stretched out his hand to grab him, and pulled him to point to the pretty girl beside him.

"Look, look, look, look, look."

There is a piece of banana peel in front of the pretty girl.

The two watched with interest as the beautiful girl was about to fall.

The pretty girl fell down.

"Why~"

"Huh~"

"Hey~"

The three of them screamed strangely at the same time.

"Then if this pretty girl knows the lightness kung fu of the Shaolin school, will she still do this?" Zhou Xingxing said to Uncle Da who was beside him.

Sure enough, Uncle Da imagined a handsome scene of himself wearing a Shaolin monk's robe, stepping on a banana, rising into the air and landing steadily.

Uncle Da didn't comment.

Zhou Xingxing walked back and forth very proudly, "So, the kung fu is really good."

Uncle Da shrugged.

"Hey, look at the wife over there again." Zhou Xingxing pointed at the wife who was parking there again.

"If she knew Shaolin's iron sand palm, then parking would not be so worrying." Zhou Xingxing walked up to Uncle again, "So, kung fu is really good."

Uncle Da imagined the scene of himself wearing a monk's robe and iron sand palm to park the car.

Zhou Xingxing put his arms around the uncle's shoulders, and pointed to the gardener who had been pruning trees for a year. "If the workers know Shaolin's Dugu Nine Swords, why is it so troublesome?"

Uncle Da's face was flat, and he paused every word: "Dugu Nine Swords seems to be Huashan School..."

A front and back shot.

"The world's martial arts come from Shaolin, haven't you heard of it?" Zhou Xingxing said calmly and righteously.

Uncle Da lowered his head and rolled his eyes, nodded again, and turned to leave.

But Zhou Xingxing said again: "So, martial arts is really good, even a cripple like you can learn it."

Uncle Da paused, followed by fury and laughter: "Say Mark, talk Mark, what right do you have to say that I'm lame, a liar like you are a liar with powerful vajra legs?"

Uncle Da stuffed the business card of Zhou Xingxing's Dali King Kong legs into the can, and threw it at Zhou Xingxing angrily.

Zhou Xingxing raised his leg and volleyed, kicking the soda can into the sky.

The two parted unhappily.

"Ka." Pei Yang clapped his hands and called out Ka with a loudspeaker.

"It's been over once." Pei Yang was very pleased to see Uncle Da, and couldn't help talking about his broken Cantonese. Uncle Da is also a genius in film and television, and only needs a little bit of advice from Pei Yang. Uncle acted very well.

"Hey, you said that these two geniuses, Director Pei, were bought there?" Xu Tong bumped into Li Chaolong who was beside him.

"You ask me, what do I ask?" Li Chaolong rolled his eyes, his face was speechless: "A martial arts champion, a manager, came to the performance, as proficient as he was back home, fuck it, fuck it. "

"Don't talk about it." Li Chaolong smiled gloatingly again: "Have you found the special effects company that Director Pei asked you to find? The cheap and easy-to-use one?"

"Wipe!" Xu Tong swears angrily, and turns his head to leave.

Where can I find a cheap and easy-to-use special effects company, Gan.

"Okay, okay, one more eye contact is enough, but I think you can do better, Uncle Da." Pei Yang shouted to the two people in the venue holding up the loudspeaker.

The two adjusted their status again.

"OK, all departments are paying attention, 3, 2, 1, action."

After the filming of this segment was finished, it was almost evening.

Don't look at it as if it is described in words.

But tossing back and forth, returning to the mirror back and forth, and a large number of group performances, every time it is a great demand on Pei Yang's ability to control.

I can only say thanks to System Dad for his emotional support, and Yili Manzo for his technical support.

Only then can Pei Yang easily control such a large camera schedule without making any mistakes.

Fortunately, there are experience packs available, otherwise he may have to shoot for a long time to get the effect he wants.

At that time, he had already been in financial crisis due to the salary of so many extras.

"OK, today's task is over, thank you for your cooperation, everyone can get off work early." Pei Yang stood on the director's stage with a loudspeaker and shouted loudly with a smile.

Pei Yang originally wanted to take another night scene of the outfield tonight.

But when I think about it, today is the second day of filming, and everyone may not be in the mood, including himself.

However, the shooting of night scenes often depends more on the state of the director, actors, and staff.

When he was filming "Hurrying", the night scene on the rooftop alone was originally planned for two nights, but because the actors were not in good condition, it took five full days to complete the filming.

Hearing the signal of Pei Yang's announcement of disbanding, the various group performances and the staff happily made a noise.

"Hey, tell me, isn't our play very promising?" Actor A happily said to Actor B, holding the boxed lunch he received.

"Yes, yes, I think the actors, the cinematography, the lighting, and the sound recording seem to be more professional than I was in the last Warring States blockbuster." Actor C took out a mouthful of fried pork with garlic sprouts, and also spoke.

"Well, this director is Pei Yang, the genius director who was named by Ziguang Pavilion." Actor B picked out the fat in the bowl, and ate it into his mouth beautifully with a big mouthful of rice.

"But, but."

The group of performers gathered together and were discussing enthusiastically.

　I have to be quarantined recently, I have to do accounting, I have to take online classes, and I have to do my homework. I can only write a chapter right now. I'm really sorry, everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)