This actor wants to pay more

Chapter 87
"Brother, I'll call you brother, it's almost done, don't hit me."

"One more time, I feel that my martial arts have improved recently, and I can already pick up a few more tricks from you."

In front of Ding Xiu, Li Lianjie insisted.

With a spear thrust into the ground, Ding Xiu stroked the dragon's beard on his forehead and looked towards the director Zhang Yimou.

It has been more than half a month since the machine was turned on. Li Lianjie came to him many times, and each time he was printed a tube. He went back to wipe some bruise medicine wine, and came again within a few days.

After coming, it was printed in a tube, and when I went back, it was still rubbed with medicinal wine.

so cycle.

Ding Xiu got annoyed, and once he struck a little harder, which caused Li Lianjie's martial arts movements to be unnatural during the filming the next day.

Then Zhang Yi asked the accompanying doctor of the film crew to examine him, and opened the clothes one by one, row by row.

It's almost all in one color.

It's like cupping.

From there, Zhang Yimou greeted Ding Xiu, telling him not to attack so hard.

After fighting several times, Ding Xiu kept letting the water go, but Li Lianjie felt that he could do it.

Just like today, he actually said that martial arts has improved.

After being silent for two seconds, Zhang Yimou said, "Lianjie, forget it, the scenes are heavy these days, if the two of you stumble a little, can you still shoot my scene?"

If he hadn't asked Ding Xiu to stay, Li Lianjie might have entered the ICU before turning on the machine.

"Okay, then wait until the filming of these few days is finished." Li Lianjie felt a little regretful after returning the long sword to its sheath.

There is no need to fight today, Ding Xiu heaved a sigh of relief, handed over the silver gun to the staff, and began to remove makeup.

He only has two scenes with a dozen lines.

Are they the Seven Swordsmen of the Qin Palace?

What does the little pavilion chief do?

how is it?

Ding Xiu was a little dissatisfied at first with too few lines, but later he found out that Wu Ming played by Li Lianjie was originally a mute, and he was able to balance when he didn't have a single line.

However, under Li Lianjie's arguments, Wuming still spoke.

Ding Xiu also argued with the old man. The old man said that it is okay to add lines, but the salary will not change and asked him if he would do it?

He hasn't said anything about it since.

"Today's shooting is very good, I think it will be finished in a few days."

While the staff was removing Ding Xiu's makeup, Cheng Xiaodong said while holding a teacup.

Looking at his handsome self in the mirror, Ding Xiu didn't turn his head: "You said that a week ago."

I remember that the day before the official filming started, he and the walk-on martial artist and Li Lianjie practiced together.

Zhang Yimou, who was onlookers at the time, applauded loudly, saying that he should press this button after turning on the machine, and said that Ding Xiu's scene could be finished in at most three days.

As a result, after the third day of filming, the old man regretted it and said that he wanted to see other effects.

Ding Xiu once thought that it was too easy for him to make money, and he was not reconciled.

At that time, I made up my mind not to shoot martial arts scenes too fast in the future, and try to show hard work.

Fourth day, fifth day, sixth day...

After a week, Zhang Yimou had new ideas every day, martial arts were added and added, subtracted and subtracted, and I don't know how many versions were changed.

Now in this version, Wuming and Changkong are drenched in raindrops, standing still like idiots, closing their eyes and fighting with their minds.

After a while, after finishing the fight in my mind, I will decide the winner in reality.

"Old Cheng, what do you think Director Zhang is filming? Is this scene nonsense?"

Ding Xiu still couldn't help expressing his doubts, holding back his doubts for a long time, he couldn't vomit quickly.

Taking a sip of tea, Cheng Xiaodong said, "Do you think your film and television art attainment is higher or Director Zhang's is higher?"

"nonsense."

"That's enough. He is a frequent visitor to major international film festivals, and his artistic level is higher than ours. There must be a reason for this kind of filming."

"I'm just whining."

"You can only complain." Cheng Xiaodong said: "You thought that the hero crew is the same as the Chinese Ghost Story crew, and they can play whatever they want."

"Let me tell you, in a dream, if an actor can't empathize with the director, then the actor is a puppet in the director's hands."

"It's very painful to shoot something that I don't understand every day. Fortunately, you don't have many scenes and you don't need emotions. You just finish playing."

In a crew, the director must be able to restrain the actors and carry out what the film wants to express.

If you can't control it, the actors who obey the discipline are fine, some who don't obey the discipline have an idea today, and another idea tomorrow, and a scene is changed beyond recognition after filming.

The old man's qualifications are here, and no one in the crew dares to challenge him.

Actors are just a tool for the director to express his art, and this sentence is fully demonstrated by him.

"One month, I'll give him another month at most." Ding Xiu said firmly, "If I can't finish filming this scene in one month, I will increase the money."

"puff!"

Cheng Xiaodong spit out a sip of tea, he thought Ding Xiu was so tough, and love is the pursuit of money.

"Don't worry about this. The crew is not short of money. Even if the post-production effect is not good next year, I can afford you to start filming again."

Ding Xiu's price is not even a fraction of Li Lianjie's, so please don't be too simple.

"Then I'm relieved." At this moment, Ding Xiu hoped that Zhang Yimou would shoot slowly, preferably in three to five years, so that he could earn enough pension money.

After removing makeup, Ding Xiu stopped when he walked past Cheng Xiaodong: "At such an age, don't drink wolfberry, it's not very useful."

"What wolfberry, this is tea?"

Ding Xiu didn't speak.

Cheng Xiaodong's teacup has a revolving lid with a net inside. Every time he takes a sip, he unscrews the lid, and he can't tell what he's drinking unless he stares at it.

If it hadn't been for getting close a few times, Ding Xiu would have smelled goji berries, and he would have thought he was drinking tea.

"Fifteen grams of Rehmannia glutinosa, [-] grams of Alisma, [-] grams of yam, [-] grams of dogwood, [-] grams of paeonol, [-] grams of poria cocos... decoction or soaked in wine, use for seven days in a row."

"Don't eat fatty, spicy and irritating food while taking it. It will be effective after a course of treatment, and you will regain your glory."

What Ding Xiu said was so obvious, Cheng Xiaodong couldn't understand what he meant: "Fart, I need this kind of thing?"

"I'm just talking casually, it's up to you whether you need it or not."

Ding Xiu did not dare to prescribe other traditional Chinese medicines, because he was not a professional and only knew a little bit, so he didn't dare to interfere.

Chinese medicine pays attention to one person and one party, and if the prescription is wrong, people will die.

However, there is one prescription that most men can use, and there will be no problem if they eat more or less. At most, they are more energetic and cannot sleep.

……

"Wia pull it forward."

"Camera pay attention to close-ups."

"The actors are in place."

The next day, the shooting was repeated again, but this time the pressure was adjusted to a lower level.

As usual, Ding Xiuxian fought against the Seven Swordsmen of the Qin Palace, one shot at a time, and easily defeated six of them.

After filming, Ding Xiu sat on the side to rest, quietly waiting for Zhang Yimou to watch the replay non-stop.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, a new request came again.

"I want to draw a long-term view here, and Ding Xiu is not elegant enough, so the coercion should be increased."

"This time is good, it's done, I'm going to shoot the battle between Wuming and Changkong."

Ding Xiu didn't mean to be happy at all, because he didn't know if Zhang Yi would have new ideas tomorrow.

The sparring with Li Lianjie required special effects, and the preparation process was troublesome.

Another day passed after one set was photographed.

For the next few days, the crew stopped working because of the heavy rain.

In the hotel, Ding Xiu can only watch TV, the Son of Heaven.

The leading actor is Huang Xiaoming, the student I met in Huanzhu Gege San some time ago, playing the role of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty Liu Che when he was the prince.

Huang Xiaoming's ancient costume is still acceptable, quite photogenic.

The second male number is Chen Daoming, playing Dongfang Shuo.

As soon as the show aired, it became popular all over the country.

People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Some people on the Internet said that the crew tampered with history and misled the audience, so they reported it to the Optoelectronics Administration.

There are not many Internet users these days, accounting for a very small proportion of the audience. In fact, most people still like to watch TV dramas, who takes it seriously, just watch it for fun.

But some netizens took it seriously.

As a result, the overwhelming pressure moved towards the emperor of the Han Dynasty.

Huang Xiaoming, who has not been popular for a few days, feels cold in his heart.

Ding Xiu didn't have time to pay attention to the follow-up situation of the Dahan Emperor, because the weather was fine and the filming was about to start again.

Fortunately, the old man did nothing wrong this time, and announced that Ding Xiu was finished that day.

He couldn't believe it the moment he announced it.

"You are leaving the group. I don't know if there will be a chance to see you again in the future. Let's play a game?"

Li Lianjie is here again.

This time, without waiting for Ding Xiu to speak, Zhang Yi said: "We are going to Ejina Populus euphratica Forest, Jiuzhaigou, and Dunhuang, and you have to play against Liang Chaowei and Zhang Manyu. Time is a little tight, so don't delay. "

Ding Xiu was able to let Li Lianjie back when he was still on the set because he wanted to film and the remuneration was not clear.

Now that it's finished, if this kid is ruthless and knocks Li Lianjie down for ten or eight days, who will be responsible for the loss of the crew?
"Then leave a phone call to the head office, and find an opportunity to learn from each other in the future."

Ding Xiu said: "It's okay to leave a phone number, but it's fine to discuss it. If there is a suitable character looking for me, Director Zhang, let's keep one too. Sister Ziyi, what is your phone number? Viagra, Sister Zhang..."

Ding Xiu asked these movie kings and queens for their phone numbers one by one, and everyone gave them to him because of their face. This scene stunned the staff present.

It stands to reason that with Ding Xiu's position, he would have nothing to do with these people.

In the field of acting, he can't even keep up with them in flattery, everyone is not a channel.

But people calling him did not value his status in the film and television industry.

But martial arts.

Ding Xiu should be the one with the strongest martial arts they have ever met, not one of them, as if he came out of a martial arts drama.

Maybe Ding Xiu is still weak in the field of acting, but in the field of martial arts, he has already stood very high.

Just ask, who would not want to make friends with such a person?
It's a lot of meat to leave a phone call, maybe there will be time to ask others for advice in the future.

Even if Ding Xiu is never needed for the rest of his life, it's fine to be a talking point for bragging.

……

"Hi, my name is Zhou Haopeng, I'm your fan, can I take a photo?"

At Beiping Airport, Ding Xiu met fans blocking the way, signed autographs and took pictures, all in one go.

Ding Xiu didn't believe it was Qin Gang's request, because he didn't inform anyone that he was coming back.

It's just that when he signed the name, he felt Zhou Haopeng's name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

After walking far away, I looked back and found that this kid stopped another artist and went up to sign a group photo.

Come one and he stops one.

Dragging the suitcase, Ding Xiu returned to the door of the house.

The door key was given to Gao Yuanyuan, and he couldn't get in.

But this little thing can't help him, he likes not to take the usual path.

Sprinting towards the courtyard wall, stepping on the wall, and gently supporting it with one hand, the wall several meters high is useless.

Both feet landed and came to the yard, Ding Xiu saw Gao Yuanyuan sleeping soundly on the recliner under the jujube tree.

The weather was hot, she was wearing thin short sleeves, showing her long legs.

In her sleep, Gao Yuanyuan felt a bit itchy in her ears, and after a while it was her neck, creaking nest, waist...

Crossing her legs, she rolled over.

"Aren't you awake?"

"Who?"

As soon as Ding Xiu opened his mouth, Gao Yuanyuan woke up. After being teased for so long, she no longer felt sleepy, but she was a little sleepy and didn't open her eyes in a daze.

Hearing someone talking in her ear, she trembled instantly.

She was the only one in the yard, how could there be outsiders?
Looking forward, the figure behind her was in front of her.

The shadow was still approaching step by step, and she had already heard footsteps.

Her heart was pounding, and Gao Yuanyuan showed a panic expression on her face. She was not afraid of losing money, and she would make more money in the worst case.

But if he dressed like this, the thief would have other ideas.

"Aren't you afraid of catching a cold while sleeping so much?"

Ok?
It sounds a little familiar.

Gao Yuanyuan, who was ready to spend money to redeem herself, turned her head, and seeing a familiar face, she immediately became furious.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"Why, people scare people to death, you know that?"

"I didn't scare you."

"Then you walk silently?"

"I'm out, and I still greet you, but you can't wake up, and you keep snoring."

"Nonsense... If you dare to say it, you will die."

Holding a broom, Gao Yuanyuan chased Ding Xiu all over the yard.

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