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Chapter 417 Ding Xiu Reads Numbers

"123, 321, 1234567!"

"Jk, to the king!"

"I blow up!"

On the set, Ding Xiu and Cui Manzhi played against each other, their lines were hoarse and their expressions were extremely angry. The director and all the staff were impressed by his appeal.

Only a few who could understand Mandarin had black lines all over their heads and the corners of their mouths were twitching constantly.

Ding Xiu doesn't know Korean, so it's unrealistic for him to learn it temporarily just for this drama. Even if he can learn a language in a short period of time, it's simply impossible to achieve a mastery of the language and a combination of voice and emotion.

Speaking the lines in broken Korean, Ding Xiu himself didn't laugh, and the people who acted with him would probably go crazy laughing.

It can't be used in the critical later stage, and dubbing is still needed.

It doesn’t work in Chinese either, because the number of words in Korean is different from that in Chinese, and the later dubbing won’t match the lip-synch.

So the director hardly thought about it, and let Ding Xiu play freely. Ding Xiu came up with the simplest one, reading numbers.

He read as many numbers as there are Korean words in a line.

Not to mention, it's quite difficult.

The difficulty of reading numbers is not that the rhythm of the numbers must be the same as the lines, but that the expressions and tone must keep up.

This stumped Ding Xiu, and he worked hard in private.

"Crack!"

"Pass!"

The director's voice came from the scene, and Ding Xiu, who had been on the set for a while, could already understand a few basic words without an interpreter.

After receiving the water from the assistant, he sat on the rest chair and took a sip.

It is very difficult to act with numbers, and my voice is hoarse.

I didn't expect that I would become the person I hated the most. This feeling is really, quite refreshing.

"Damn it, no wonder everyone likes to read numbers. It's really easy to say 1234 and take the money."

Hearing this, the translator Xiao Yu flattered her and said, "Brother Xiu, you are different. You are in a special situation. This is basically the case for international acting. Korean actors also read numbers when they go to the mainland to film. If you don’t understand, it’s better to read the numbers neatly.”

"And you have already memorized all the lines of your opponent. We are professionals, not fooling around. You are thinking of the crew."

Ding Xiu smiled slightly: "If you can talk, talk a little more."

Xiao Yu smiled awkwardly: "This is the truth, and Huang Zhengming has no objections."

Yes, the most important thing is that Huang Zhengming has no opinion.

Good actors bring each other along. The language barrier became an obstacle between Ding Xiu and Huang Zhengming. The two could only make up for this obstacle with their respective acting skills.

For Huang Zhengming, whether Ding Xiu speaks Mandarin or reads numbers, there is no difference at all, because he can't understand them, as long as he is in the right mood, he can get into the drama.

What Xiao Yu admired Ding Xiu was that it was obvious that what he was reading was numbers, but if you closed your ears, it would not affect the performance at all.

If not for Ding Xiu being a top actor in the mainland, there is no one else who can act at this level. He can read numbers without jumping, and he is still in the role.

Those actors who said 12345 would not have been scolded so badly if they had this skill.

Of course, it's not easy to reach Ding Xiu's level.

Entering the play is one of them. You have to understand the script, know what the character you play wants to express, and you have to be familiar with the script of the opponent.

Those who read numbers, not to mention the opponent's script, don't even memorize their lines, so there is no emotion at all.

Putting down the mineral water, Ding Xiu said to Xiao Yu, "Communicate with the director, can the weekend show be moved two days earlier, I need to go to the Golden Horse Awards, and I need to delay a day."

The weekend was the scene where Ding Qing came to Shanghai and brought a gift to Li Zicheng.

After getting off the plane in Seoul, Li Zicheng went to pick him up.

Of course, the crew would not shoot this scene as two scenes, and directly set up the equipment at the Shanghai Airport, and merge the two scenes into one filming.

Coincidentally, both of Xunlongjue released last year and Xiuchundao released this year were shortlisted for the Golden Horse Awards. Best Editing, Best Supporting Actor.

Bullet Fly, which was released around the same time, also received multiple nominations, including Best Director, Best Actor, Best Sound Effects, Best Supporting Actor, Best Supporting Actress, Best Screenplay...

Several popular films released last year are also competing, among them are Liu Dehua and others. This year, dragons fight.

"Okay Brother Xiu, I'll go right away." Xiao Yu envied for a few seconds, then trotted to find the director.

Looking at Ding Xiu, going to the Golden Horse Awards is like shopping.

She thought too.

The Golden Horse Awards, such a big event, of course the director did not dare to delay Ding Xiu, and immediately adjusted the shooting cycle to adjust the time.

……

Magic City, the airport.

A plane from Seoul lands.

Ding Xiu, Huang Zhengming, the director of New World, came out together.

When he came to his own territory, Ding Xiu stretched his neck, feeling indescribably relaxed. It was the first time he felt that the people of Modu were so kind.

In Korea before, no matter where you go, all you hear is Korean. When you come here, even if you don’t understand the dialect of the locals, the kindness in your blood cannot be erased by language.

"Ding Xiu, what are they talking about?"

Huang Zhengming was a little cautious, listening to the pointing of the people around him, he asked Ding Xiu cautiously.

When he got the translation, Ding Xiu said, "They are locals, so I can't understand them either."

"Ah, aren't you all in the same country? Why can't you understand each other when you talk to each other?"

Huang Zhengming was shocked, this was the first time he encountered such a situation.

Patting him lightly on the shoulder, Ding Xiu said lightly, "Because our country is so big, there are 56 ethnic groups, and there are hundreds of languages, big and small. Even if you leave the village, you may not be able to understand it."

"I can't say how big it is. Let's put it this way, the area of ​​our country is about a hundred times that of your country."

"The magic city we are in now has a total area of ​​more than 6000 square kilometers, ten times that of Seoul."

After finishing speaking, Ding Xiu walked towards the exit with ease, leaving Huang Zhengming with a dull face behind.

He knew that this side was huge, and he could feel it from the length of the flight, but he didn't expect it to be so big, a hundred times bigger, which was a bit scary.

And this city is actually ten times bigger than Seoul, how long will it take to finish shopping?

And Ding Xiu's language, how could there be hundreds of them?

It must be painful for students to go to class, right?

It was only when Huang Zhengming came out of the airport that he realized how much influence Ding Xiu had in the mainland. There were hundreds of people waiting for the airport outside, and there were many passersby and passengers taking pictures along the way.

Their group is like the stars holding the moon.

Ding Xiu, who walked in the front, seemed to be used to this kind of scene, smiling and greeting fans along the way.

As the host, Ding Xiu was not stingy. In the evening, he took the director and Huang Zhengming to the best hotel in the local area. They had a karaoke bath.

Neither of them expected that there could be so many tricks.

It can only be said to be an international metropolis.

Seoul is nothing compared to that.

Rumors about being poor here are all rumors.

(End of this chapter)