Fengcheng old events

Chapter 466 Shooting
"Hurry up, eat enough." Wei Wei said something to Zhang Xinglong in a low voice, and started to eat in a daze.

Zhang Xinglong followed.

"The crew will eat this?"

"Then what else do you want? It's good to take care of the meals, who usually takes care of you? Only Dajiao has a box lunch."

"Damn it, it's so hard to do this."

"Then what do you think? It's not easy to do, you'll know when you mess with it. Hurry up and eat, no one is waiting for you."

Sure enough, the director wiped his mouth after eating and stood up and went out. The others stood up and followed regardless of whether they had finished eating or not. No one dared to speak.

The drama manager went to check out, the director got into the car and sat in the passenger seat and lit a cigarette: "Have you visited that place?"

The driver nodded: "I see, it will work, no problem, just press the camera down a bit. I can't find it. I've run all over the place. How can it be so suitable?"

"Where is this place?"

"I don't know, anyway, if Murakami says it can be used, we can use it, and we won't take long, there is enough space, let me forget it, it's no problem to shoot six or seven shots, basically we can pass the prison part.

Just some places need to be changed.This turned out to be a pig farm, so you just raise pigs for work?is not it?can do. "

"Go and have a look, whatever you want." The director looked at the flick of soot outside the car.

Zhang Xinglong looked at his hand, Yuxi is not a good cigarette, not as good as his own.

"Be more energetic, keep your eyes open, don't talk nonsense, just do what you are asked to do." Wei Wei sat next to Zhang Xinglong and gave him a science introduction.

"Okay, I'll follow you. What kind of drama is this? Where was it filmed?"

"Criminal investigation, small investment, CCTV's, the director's surname is Xiao, don't make a mistake."

"It's not my turn to shout, right? Do I have the qualifications? It's impossible for people to look at me out of the corner of their eyes."

"It's okay, with self-knowledge, the future is limitless." Wei Wei patted Zhang Xinglong's shoulder, and walked over with a cigarette.

"There are also people who came here and ran to get close to the director?"

"It's too much, I feel that I can do it if I set it up. I can't figure out how much it is. It's sticky. When it's over, the director has to scold me. What can I get out of it? Just a word, from now on. Don't bring it to me, it's too annoying."

"That's for sure. It's the same result with a glass cover."

The car continued to drive out of the city, and the more it went, the more desolate it became. Finally, it turned off the main road at a place where there was no village in front of it or a shop in the back.

There was no need to say hello, everyone got out of the car, and a few children in the production team even carried and carried the things on the car and moved them into the yard.

There are a few cars parked beside it, one off-road, two cars, and a Taichung bus.

"Are you ready?" Director Xiao asked as soon as he entered the courtyard.

"It's almost there. I've checked the inside and outside, and the wires are set up. The machine is here, okay?"

"Let me see."

Director Xiao walked over, and there was a monitor on the edge of the yard, connected to several long wires, and a small canvas chair beside it, Director Xiao sat down and turned on the monitor: "Turn on the machine and walk around, let me take a look first. .”

The two photographers carried the machine and took pictures everywhere in the yard.

After watching for a while, Director Xiao nodded: "Okay, that's fine. Is everyone here?"

"It's coming, I'm going to call." The theater manager trotted all the way outside to call for someone. After a few minutes, Bi Yanjun and Zhang Zijian walked in side by side, smoking and talking, and greeted the director.

A few extras here were asked to change clothes.

A skinny old man plays the prison guard, and he is also an extra, but he has lines and a lot of shots. He is considered a high-level group performer, and he has many supporting roles with the protagonist Zhang Zijian.

There was also a little boy who played the role of an armed policeman. He put on his clothes and hung a plastic submachine gun around his neck. His face was flushed with excitement and he was sweating non-stop.

Zhang Xinglong and Wei Wei each put on a prison uniform, but did not change their pants and shoes.

"Let's get started, let's get ready, what about makeup? Give it to Teacher Bi, let's shoot the part feeding the pigs first, the lighting, is it okay? Old Bi, is this part okay?"

Bi Yanjun had already changed into his clothes, which was also a prison uniform. He scratched his hair a bit messy, took off his glasses, and rolled up his cuffs with a smile: "No problem, I really fed pigs before, I have a little impression, let's take a look, you Come back if you feel bad."

"Okay," Director Xiao nodded, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out: "Every department is ready, let's go through first. Who are you doing there?"

The drama manager hurried over to pull the little armed policeman aside. The kid was a little too excited, and now he ran into the camera range.

Bi Yanjun looked at himself, thought for a while and put down one of the two rolled up cuffs, and asked the side: "Have you prepared the water and broom?"

"Mr. Bi is ready, over there."

"Okay, let's go." Get up and enter the pigsty.

This place is really a pigsty, but it is deserted, there is not a single pig hair in it now, but the facilities of the pigsty and the pig house are still there, and basically they can't be used, they are crooked.

"Okay, pay attention, I'm going to walk again, the light, you missed it, go a little to the right, okay, old Bi, let's start. Turn on the radio. Start."

The photographer pointed the camera at Bi Yanjun, the radio followed him with a microphone, the lighting tried to hide to the right with a fill light board, and everyone shut their mouths and watched from afar.

Teacher Bi has really fed the pigs, and he can tell at a glance.

He got some chaff on his body, then took a small broom in one hand, and walked into the camera with a bucket full of unknown contents. It looked a bit like pig food
"Come here, come here, come here, come here," Bi Yanqun called the pigs as he walked to the side of the trough in the pig house, and poured food into the trough, as if there were real pigs in it, and because the pigs scrambled for food. The little broom whipped a few times.

In fact, there is nothing below, the troughs are all rotten, and the dirty water poured down is everywhere.

"Okay, let me take a look." Director Xiao shouted, and sat there staring at the monitor, while Bi Yanjun was waiting there with a bucket.

"There's a little problem, Lao Bi, if you show me some more expressions, you're definitely not happy, right? It's too peaceful. Let's walk again, is there still water?"

"Yes, enough." Bi Yanjun looked at the barrel and nodded.

Everyone backed out and repeated it again. Director Xiao looked at it for a while: "Okay, that's it, it's over. Come, come, come, those two murderers."

"The sun is just right now, so let's shoot Zijian's scene first? I'm afraid it will be dark before we find a place." It might be the assistant director, who interjected.

"Alright, then, old Bi, you can take a break and smoke a cigarette. Zijian is here, who the hell, let's shoot the part where you get the information first, come on. Is Dong XZ okay?"

"Hide it, hide it well."

"Where can I tell Zijian that you are hiding it so that no one can find it?"

The drama manager trotted all the way to the base of the wall and scraped away a piece of cement: "Mr. Zhang, it's right here, under this piece of cement."

Zhang Zijian looked at it and nodded.

"Just walk from here, walk over here while talking, go around here, and then go to the wall to find something. If you don't go, just take it out, look for it, it's like that."

Zhang Zijian understood, and walked to the field in the corner of the yard with the old group performer.

"start."

(End of this chapter)