I really can't act

Chapter 17
After the film was finished, the two well-organized and noble personnel from the public institution under the lamp were silent for a long time, and it was only after a long while that the editor Wu Zhijun broke the silence.

He stood up, the shadow of the fluffy clothes making him a little taller.

"Director, what do you think?"

The voice in the darkness trembled slightly.

Director Xiao Lin sniffed, wiped her jacket, sighed, and said, "Of course it's very good. Most of the TV movies shown on Channel [-] are not as good as ours." He also stood up and went to Feeling the cigarette in her pocket, the remaining snot was wiped off by the cloth of the pocket, Xiao Lin stretched out her hand naturally, "I actually think that the ones shown in theaters may not be as good as this...Of course, this It’s obviously a pair of idols, and they play migrant workers, such a movie will not be pleasing.”

Muscle memory touched Zhonghua, and the shell popped open again.

"This show is still full of tricks... Think about the way that woman closed her eyes at the end, like a female worker on an assembly line? And that man, it's even more outrageous. I thought it was him wearing paper flowers in that shabby suit. Some kind of new design, I thought it was really nice..."

"There are so many goofs, but the quality of the finish is very high."

Xiao Lin, as an experienced person, came to a conclusion.

Wu Zhijun was very anxious, "Although it's not pleasing, should we release it as it is? No changes, no mosaics."

The director sighed again and did not answer.

The person who asked him could only emphasize his tone, "Is this film okay? Director, you, send a message now!"

"Okay!" Xiao Lin answered like this first.Wu Zhijun immediately asked, "Then what are you thinking about? In terms of ingenuity, can my editing be as good as this director's original filming?" "Director, it's useless if you pay attention for a long time. , put it on our show, if there is no host to intervene, the scene of the interview with the deity will not be added, it is just right. When the film is over, it is just right to receive the advertisement."

"What ad?"

"Melatonin, I heard it cures the brain."

Wu Zhijun answered very quickly.

Xiao Lin felt that he meant something, and wanted to muster up her energy to release the director's domineering aura and let the other party taste the power; however, Wu Zhijun's eyes were as big as a cow's, and his body was constantly rising and falling with his breathing, as if he was about to compete. Seeing the evolution of the demihuman, Xiao Lin turned around the leather sofa and murmured: "I want to promise you, I really want to promise you..."

He made a rare jump, and his voice amplified, "I'm 100%, I want to promise you."

In fact, Xiao Lin, who wanted to become a leader, also graduated from a major, and once thought of making unique and ingenious films, and he once had a past.

Don't be 20 years younger, even if the premise is ten years, or even five years, he may directly submit this film to the leader for approval.

However, now he is a middle-aged man in his 40s with a child who is working hard in the middle school of a certain school in Haidian District.

Middle-aged men are easy to bully, and middle-aged men are less than passionate.

Xiao Lin is such a middle-aged man.

He said, "You are not the producer, you don't know our difficulties, I expected that the ratings of this film will definitely be better than usual; but you have to know, the most important thing about this film is not the ratings."

"What is that?" The editor, who was not developing in the direction of film production, asked suspiciously.

"It's the leader~" Xiao Lin sighed, "No matter how high the ratings are, if the leader is not satisfied, what's the use?" News; what about now? Did you see what they were doing?"

The editor was dumbfounded.

Xiao Lin handed him a cigarette, and her own was already on fire, and she started to puff, "Angkor, let's go out first and smoke a cigarette. I'll think of a way to deal with you."

Close the door of the screening room.

Unlike the two Chinese roots that were perfectly combined last time, this time, one wanted to take the initiative to attack, but the other hesitated, trying to light a fire alone with a lighter; however, the latter was eventually captured by the former, and the love was ignited .

"Director, why is the leader dissatisfied?" Wu Zhijun shrank slightly in the corner, pulling his clothes tight.

"Intuit!" The director cleared his throat and spat out, ""Agitated China" has never been broadcast like this before. The leader doesn't like changes, it's as simple as that."

"Isn't it good to change?" Wu Zhijun asked.

"Is it okay to change?" But the director asked back.

"No?" The director took out a new one, he had already finished smoking the previous one, and threw the wet end into the trash can.

is not recyclable.

"Ok."

The editor obediently bowed his head and offered him a fire.

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"Director, it's time to announce to the big guys that it's time to start work." "Also, a few newcomers have been recruited this time. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they don't know who you are yet. I want you to meet them and calm them down."

The photographer and assistant came in to Wang Defa's own small tent to remind Comrade Wang Defa.

As a cutting-edge director, Wang Defa has worked hard in the capital for many years. He bought a small tent of 9 square meters and has the property rights of the tent.Regarding the real profit level of this business, he has surpassed more than 80.00% of the directors.

Therefore, Wang Defa believes that he is enough to be the artistic leader of these newcomers.

However, the leader has just encountered troubles.

He calls out to the photographer and assistant. "That...he..."

"Director, my name is He Sheng."

"Okay, He Sheng, I remember you." "You announce to them, I'll come back later."

"Director. What are you going to do?"

"Do important things—" Wang raised his eyebrows, and his voice was drawn out, "You ask so many questions. What are you going to do?"

The photographer half-bowed, not daring to show dissatisfaction, and retreated awkwardly.

Wang turned on the phone.

This is a text message from Yangma 12's "Agitation of China" column group. The date was two days ago. Your program has passed the review and is expected to be broadcast on November 11 (next Wednesday). If you have any questions, please Consulting xx...

Money in hand.

If it was the usual list, Wang Defa would be very happy to comb his hair, apply hair gel carefully, and put on the appearance of an elite in the industry.

However, this time he posted two versions, A and B, among which version B was the only one that condensed his efforts.And this text message didn't even mention it.

The talented director's whim was unsuccessful.

Could it be that art is so cruel to people...

Wang Defa took out the cosmetic mirror he carried with him, put it on the table, and repaired his appearance.

He pulled out two unyielding forehead hairs and hung them in front of his shiny head, hoping to bring out some fashionable and youthful colors, but Wang Defa's tempered eyes would not deceive him. The 6.5-inch lighted makeup mirror , unreservedly release the mildew power of the person in the mirror, and it will last forever.

"As expected, I'm still not suitable for such unruly behavior."

He thought of Fang Yi who came that day, the actor who was photogenic even in a tattered suit.

People are different.

If talent is really possessed, it can be seen from the beginning.

Wang Defa opened the mineral water, wet his fingers, and stuck the two strokes of hair on it.He took a last look at himself, his hair neatly stuck to the Tianling Gai, and then he strode away from his exclusive tent, but at this moment, his Nokia flagship phone rang again.

He opened it to look.is an unknown private number.

"Hello... um——is it Director Xiao?"

"Ok, uh, ok..."

Wang gradually piled up the flesh of his face to the Sibai acupoint, and narrowed his eyes.His two unglued forehead hairs stood up. "Director Xiao, I will make persistent efforts."

Hang up the phone, look up to the sky and go out laughing, Wang Defa greets people:
"That, that..."

(End of this chapter)