This star is too fierce

Chapter 4, is this okay?

"Ten group performers, 20 yuan a day, young ones, ugly ones, not over 40 years old."

The one who got down from the van was the field manager yesterday, that is, the Liu Liang that Huang Kun was talking about.

"Brother, I can run, carry, and lie down!"

"Director, can I?"

"I, I, I, I am 1.9 meters!"

Liu Liang's conditions persuaded many people to leave, but the van was still surrounded by several floors.

"You four~"

"You, you, and you~"

"You two, plus you, that's enough, don't block the road for the others, just leave quickly."

Liu Liang picked out ten people in twos and twos, and those who were not selected could only walk away disappointed.

"Oh, isn't this 'Brother Liu'? Why are you free to recruit actors yourself today?"

Liu Liang was about to close the door of Big Bread's car when he heard a rather familiar voice. He looked up and saw the man's face clearly, and immediately cursed in his heart: Damn!Huang Kun is an idiot, you can rest assured that I will handle things when you tell me, and let them lie in the hospital at night, why is there nothing wrong with them now?

He gritted his teeth hard, ignored Lu Bu, and closed the car door forcefully with his hands.

However, a big hand opened the car door to the maximum.

Seeing this, Zhang Jin couldn't figure out what his junior brother was going to do, so he stood aside and watched quietly.

"Tsk tsk tsk~" Lu Bu smiled and said, "Brother Liu, don't pretend you don't know each other. When will we settle the bill?"

Liu Liang endured the tone from yesterday, and said flatly: "What's the deal? Don't delay my work."

"It's only been one night, and you've turned your back on it?" Lu Bu's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Five people, 100 yuan each, will stay in the hospital for half a year. Are you going to hold on to the money?"

Liu Liang's hand holding the car door trembled, a look of panic flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to be calm and said, "I...I don't know what you are talking about."

Lu Bu didn't speak any more, just tapped lightly on the car door with his fingers.

The sound of "da da da da da" made Liu Liang's heart flustered, and the other party's calm expression was even more soul-stirring.

At this time, the driver asked, "Brother Liu, do you want to go?"

Liu Liang couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted: "Why are you going, don't you see that I am talking to the two elder brothers?"

He didn't dare to keep his mouth shut. The other party could tell key information such as "five people", "100 yuan per person", and "lying in the hospital". It must be that Huang Kun and the others leaked their mouths. As for why they leaked their mouths, he didn't want to. I didn't dare to think about it further.

Seeing that he had softened, Lu Bu smiled again and said, "My senior brother and I thank Brother Liu."

Liu Liang squeezed a smile that was uglier than crying, and while taking money from the purse, he said: "No, no, Brother Lu, Brother Zhang, you are my brothers."

Counting a few pieces of 100 yuan, he stammered and asked, "How much...how much?"

Lu Bu raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean by 'want'? You said it yourself, 100 yuan per person."

Liu Liang understood, and handed over five hundred.

Lu Bu didn't reach out to pick it up, and said again: "This is the price of lying in the hospital for three months, how about sending it for another three months?"

Liu Liang had a bitter face, and scolded Huang Kun and others to death in his heart. I told you that three months is only three months, what are you giving away!
He counted another five hundred, added up to one thousand and handed it over.

Lu Bu still didn't reach out to pick it up, and continued: "Is this mine, or my senior brother's?"

Liu Liang was about to cry, but he had no choice but to count another thousand and hand over two thousand.

This time Lu Bu reached out to take it, and then divided half into Zhang Jin's hands.

Zhang Jin stared at the ten sheets of Grandpa Mao Mao in his hand, and froze in place.

You know, you have to accept more than a dozen special contracts to earn 1000 yuan.

But right now, the younger brother took a few minutes, a few words, and easily took it down.

Does this work too?
Liu Liang knew he was in the wrong and was afraid of being punished by the two of them, so he was willing to pay money to overcome the difficulties. Now that the matter is over, he tentatively asked: "Brother Lu, Brother Zhang, can we go? The crew is still waiting People are starting up."

Lu Bu didn't intend to let him go, and said solemnly: "Now let's talk about business."

Liu Liang was stunned, co-authoring just now was not a serious matter, was it?

After 2000 yuan, that's a month's salary!

Lu Bu smiled slightly, and said: "A few crews came here just now, and my senior brother and I were not wanted at all. What do you call this? With our looks, skills, and professionalism, isn't it enough to act as a special contract?"

Liu Liang's heart sank, he pondered for a moment, and said, "Brother Lu, Brother Zhang, my production team is really not short of special appointments today, otherwise, you get in the car, and I'll help you find it, okay?"

Lu Bu called Zhang Jin to squeeze into the big bread, and said in his mouth, "Thank you, Brother Liu."

An hour later, Liu Liang took them to the Republic of China City, chatted with a field manager for a while, and got two small specials.

"Ninety one day, can you watch it? If you can, I will join the crew and start the show immediately." Liu Liang reported the wages, and then said with a mournful face: "Today, I really can't find a crew to specialize."

The current market in Hengdian, group performances are generally 35 to [-] yuan for eight hours, [-] yuan for overtime work, about [-] yuan for group performances, with a fluctuation of [-] yuan, and [-] yuan to [-] yuan a day for small special performances, plus overtime work.

Generally speaking, no matter what the role is, the more roles you have, the more money you will get.

Lu Bu looked at Zhang Jin and said, "Brother, is this all right?"

Zhang Jin nodded.

Liu Liang slipped away after introducing the two to friends.

My friend is also a field worker, and I feel baffled at the moment. Last night, I told myself not to work for these two people, but the next day I personally delivered it. My brain was kicked by a donkey, is this?

"You are acting as waiters in a hotel, and each has two lines. You have to show your face, change your clothes and go to the makeup artist for makeup, and then wait on the set. When your characters are called, go there."

Pushing open the door of the props room, a smell of sweat came to my face, even worse than the rental house they lived in.

There were all kinds of clothes, weapons, fruits, etc. hanging here and there scatteredly. The field manager threw two sets of clothes on the hangers to them and went out.

After changing my clothes, I went to the makeup artist to do my hair and some powder, and then I went to listen to the live director's lecture.

"In this scene, the two of you are walking from here to here with a water bottle, and when you pass by the hero and heroine on the way, take a few peeks at the heroine, and look a little more lewd."

"Your line is 'Your front is convex and your legs are long, so be on time'."

"Your line is 'this little white face is thin and weak, I'm afraid it's suffering rather than enjoyment'."

This play didn't look very serious, and Lu Bu and Zhang Jin didn't have to choose, so they played it again.

The on-site director nodded and told them to wait behind.

Half an hour later, the director, male and female leads arrived.

"Props are ready!"

"Yellow light is ready!"

"Actors are ready!"

""Secret Teaching" No. 20 scene, the first shot, action!"

(End of this chapter)