Entertainment starts with variety shows

Chapter 122

After watching it carefully for a while, Yang Ning said, "Director Zhang, can you give me the part of Fang Jing?"

"This……"

The director hesitated, showing the drama before it was aired, how can there be such a reason?

"Don't worry, I just take it back and have a look, and I won't spread it outside."

"Okay! Look at it, don't spread it on the Internet. I'm not afraid that people will say that the source of the film is leaked, but that the investor is hard to explain. You understand?"

"Well, thank you Director Zhang."

……

On the set, Fang Jing was still acting, and Xu Zheng in the crowd was watching quietly with his hands folded in front of his chest, wearing a hat.

Today there is his scene, Fang Jing turns makeup at nine o'clock, and he is behind, but the venue has changed, he is in prison.

"Card! Pass!"

Following the director's order, Fang Jingshen exhaled, patted the snow on his body, and quickly took the hot water from the staff, shivering from the cold wrapped in a big cotton jacket.

It's finally over!

This scene was filmed for more than half an hour, and it might be less than 3 minutes when it was broadcast. For these 3 minutes, he prepared for two days.

Taking out the eggs in his jacket pocket, Fang Jing ate half of it in one big gulp. This was the breakfast he got in the morning, so he didn't dare to eat it, and kept it until the filming was over.

Xu Zheng walked to the back slowly, "Little brother can act well, which school did you graduate from? Chinese opera or stage opera?"

Fang Jing turned around: "Whoa!!"

I vomited up all the eggs I just ate, and I didn’t vomit until the end, only sour water in my stomach.

Xu Zheng frowned, gritted his teeth in disgust, and quickly avoided, feeling depressed.

How annoying I am, you vomit when you see me, is that an exaggeration?

In the monitoring room, Yang Ning rushed over when she saw this situation, and the director couldn't sit still. If they got food poisoning due to something from their crew, they would definitely be held responsible.

There have been singers who were poisoned with mineral water. In the end, their voices were crippled, and the organizer almost didn't go to jail.

"What's wrong with you?"

Yang Ning patted Fang Jing's back and asked with concern.

"It's okay!" Fang Jing waved his hand and gave me paper and water.

"Do you still dare to drink?"

The director ran over with a gloomy face and shouted loudly: "Where did the doctor die? Who is in charge of breakfast! The stage manager is here."

There is no injury during filming. Generally, regular crews will be equipped with medical personnel, and some crews even have ambulances ready 24 hours a day.

When something like this happened, the whole group came to watch. The three floors inside and outside were blocked. Doctors in white coats managed to squeeze in with a first-aid kit.

Fang Jing's face became even paler. If he was acting before, then this state is definitely more real now.

"Director Zhang, it's none of my business. Breakfast is bought as usual, and it's okay for so many people to eat it."

The scene was so anxious that he almost jumped up, and quickly explained clearly that it was also bad luck to get involved.

After rinsing his mouth, Fang Jing regained his energy, wiped his mouth clean, and said guiltily: "Director, it's my own fault, it's none of his business, don't blame him."

At this time the doctor rushed over, rolled Fang Jing's eyelids, put on a stethoscope, and asked questions while listening.

"What did you have for breakfast?"

"If you don't eat, just drink half a glass of water."

"What about last night?"

"nor!"

It's over!The director's face turned pale, something had happened, if Fang Jing ate something and it was alright, they could push the blame.

But now they didn't eat anything, they just ate two bites of eggs from the crew, what's the reason why it wasn't you?
Putting down the stethoscope, the doctor continued to ask, "What happened at noon yesterday?"

"I didn't eat either."

"Yesterday morning?"

"Didn't eat!"

"When did you start fasting?"

"The evening before yesterday."

understood!The doctor shook his head, "You don't want to die, not only haven't you eaten, you haven't slept, have you?"

"Ok!"

"hiss!"

The people around were surprised, no wonder they vomited, and they didn't eat or sleep for two days, no matter who it was.

"Spleen-stomach imbalance, lack of sleep, go back and drink some light porridge, don't drink too much, avoid greasy, spicy, full in the past few days, otherwise don't say I didn't remind you."

Hearing the doctor's words, Yang Ning poked Fang Jing's head with an angry finger, "You are stupid, you, such an adult, can't eat?"

"Sister Ning, don't poke it yet, am I here to find a feeling?"

"It's like looking for farts. You have to starve for two days to play a prisoner? Do you have to wipe your neck once you play a dead person?"

Seeing him like this, Yang Ning was angry and distressed.

The director waved his hand, "Everyone is gone, everyone is getting ready for work, what should we do, let's eat together?"

A group of extras murmured, "This person is really different from other people, they are both stars, why is there such a big gap?"

"Who says it's not? That female lead is really delicate. A few days ago, I needed mineral water to heat up the falling into the water scene."

"Tsk tsk tsk, there are more than 30 barrels. I bought them from the county and dumped them when they were used up."

"Fang Jing, don't do this next time, it scares me." The director said earnestly, "Dedication is a good thing, but you should also pay attention to your health. If you encounter difficulties, tell me and I will find a solution."

"I'm sorry director, because my matter made everyone worry, I will pay attention next time."

"En! Go back and have a good rest, don't be too tired."

……

Fang Jing started sleeping at ten o'clock in the morning, and woke up in the middle of the night, hungry.

Turning on the light in the dark, there was half a bowl of cold porridge on the table, which was leftover from the day, Fang Jing took two sips of it and finished it without saying a word.

With something in his stomach, Fang Jing felt much more comfortable, but he was still hungry. He put on his clothes and prepared to go outside to find something to eat. He remembered that the crew seemed to have a refrigerator.

Passing by the director's door, the lights inside were still on, and I heard the voice of an actress.

Fang Jing shook his head when he was about to knock on the door. He was still discussing the script at night. It's not easy being a director. It's hard work!
The filming crew always reversed day and night. In order to catch the lights, it is normal to shoot daytime scenes at night.

Fang Jing was wandering around, and happened to meet the equipment collection staff. It seemed that work had just finished, and the leading actors had all gone back to sleep. They had to move their things back, otherwise it would be a big problem if they lost a few cameras the next day.

The chef was cooking vermicelli in a tile-roofed room for supper, Fang Jing ran over quickly smelling the smell, drooling.

"Uncle, can you give me a bowl first, I can't bear it anymore."

"Go, go, where is the hairy boy, why don't you come to bed in the middle of the night? This is what the crew eats."

"Uncle, I'm an actor, not a villager here. If I'm really hungry, half a bowl is enough."

"Actors are not good either. It's not enough for so many actors to come and eat."

The chef thought Fang Jing was a group performer, and waved him away quickly.

"Just give it to him. The director will trouble you if something happens later."

A laugh sounded from behind, and Xu Zheng walked over wearing a green coat with his hands folded in his sleeves.

The chef nodded and smiled, "Teacher Xu Zheng, are you out for supper again?"

"I just finished work for a while, I can't sleep, come over and have a look, give me a whole bowl, less onions and more spicy, and this guy also give him a bowl."

Pulling a bench to sit by the fire, Xu Zheng sighed, "It's still comfortable here."

"Hello, Teacher Xu!" Fang Jing stood next to the chef, turned his head to say hello, and then fixed his eyes on the pot.

Xu Zheng couldn't help laughing, "Hey! Can't you sit down first? Your head is about to go in."

(End of this chapter)