The Wind of China Entertainment 2005

Chapter 475 Getting angry
As the executive director of "Out of Time".

Two months before the crew started filming, Wen Muye was responsible for a series of tedious preparatory work such as breaking down the script, drawing storyboards, and restoring the scenery.

Until the crew officially started filming.

If Lu Yuan is the emperor on the set, then he is the Nine Thousand Year Old.

His status is second only to one person and above everyone else, and his daily job is to "flatter the superiors and bully the inferiors."

From i to e, the introverted personality is forcibly transformed into an extrovert.

To the lower level, he usually yells at the top of his lungs:
What the fuck do you all do for a living?

Can I still take pictures?

Can I act now?
If you can’t act, get the hell out!

Everybody, keep quiet!
When facing each other, he has another face.

Hey, director, don’t listen to the cameraman and lighting guy, they’re all idiots, let’s do another take.

Director, would you mind giving me another chance?
Please save one more, director...

"..."

In addition to being recognized as the director's lackey in the crew, he was also awarded the title of "Cultural Heritage Guardian".

In short, he is the one who scolds what Lu Yuan is not convenient to scold on the set, and he is the one who does what Lu Yuan is not convenient to do on the set. Huang... cross it out, permission from the investors.

"Damn, which department are you from? Are you blind? Can't you see the camera is on?!"

Wen Muye slammed the table.

The microphone operator seemed to be thinking about something and walked past the camera as if no one was around.

Wen Muye was furious.

Every second the crew is delayed means real money is lost, and these are the funds for him to become a director and shoot movies in the future.

And this person really doesn't give him face.

"grass!"

He jumped up in anger, put down the walkie-talkie, jumped up from in front of the monitor, rushed over, pointed at the other party, and started cursing.

"The photo is taken well, who asked you to come here?"

"It's your first day on the team, and you don't know any rules. Who recruited you?"

"Do you know how rare that scene was? Do you know how wonderful Gu Xiaojiao's impromptu performance was? I tell you, you can get a Golden Horse nomination. If you can't find your form in the next one, can you take the responsibility?"

In front of the bar, Liu Shishi blinked.

Oh my goodness, a Golden Horse nomination, she clapped her hands in her heart, Xiaowen has good taste!
The microphone operator was about thirty years old, with a round face, a bulbous nose, and greasy hair that hadn't been washed for several days. He was not tall, but very strong.

Faced with the executive director's spit, he probably knew he was in the wrong, so he hung his head and said nothing.

Wen Muye sniffed and asked, "Why do you smell like alcohol?!"

"Say it."

"Let you speak!!"

Wen Muye angrily took off his glasses, put them in the pocket of his work clothes, and put one hand on his waist.

The staff around were not surprised by this. They all knew Wen Muye's identity and whose will he represented in the crew.

What's the point of yelling at a drunk microphone operator?

During these days of filming, it was not uncommon to see that he had yelled at any of the six departments, including production, art, photography, and makeup.

That's what an executive director is supposed to do.

However, a lighting technician in the crowd, one of the hooligans Luo Jin had seen before, looked at another lighting technician and a look of panic appeared on his face.

This person was introduced by him. He was not a fellow villager, but a drinking buddy he met at a nightclub.

A few days ago, the microphone operator of the crew asked for leave to return to his hometown. He helped introduce him to the crew and let him work part-time for a few days.

Who knew this guy would be so rampant in slacking off, coming here drunk, he must be mentally ill.

Seeing the other party's indifferent attitude, Wen Muye became furious and couldn't help but push him.

This push is bad.

The microphone operator suddenly raised his eyes, with bloodshot eyes from a night of drunkenness, and pushed the call back without thinking.

Wen Muye staggered and almost fell.

Seeing this, the nearby staff rushed over, but Lu Yuan came faster and supported him.

"boom!"

There was an uproar at the scene. The other crew members thought that the microphone operator was crazy. If he got into a fight with the executive director, he would definitely be fired. Lu Yuan raised his hand slightly, signaling that everyone didn't need to gather around.

He asked expressionlessly, "Are you dissatisfied with the crew? Or did the producer underpay you?"

This guy is about 1.85 meters tall and he also works out regularly. He pokes in front of the microphone operator, which is very intimidating.

When the operator on the phone heard him speak, he seemed to come to his senses and shook his head.

"I'm not short of your salary, but I'm short of your daily food and treatment. Have you been wronged?"

The operator shook his head again.

"If it's none of those, then tell me why you're so drunk in broad daylight!"

At the end, his voice suddenly rose.

The staff around were all trembling in their hearts.

Since the filming started, Lu Yuan has never lost his temper on the set and has always remained gentle and polite.

So much so that many people have forgotten what a normal director should be like.

What does a normal director look like?
Someone will do it immediately after you give me the order.

When walking, you have to give way to him, and he will curse at you if he is not satisfied with you.

The four words "set tyrant" are enough to describe him.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that the director always looks amiable in front of the camera.

During the filming period, we worked day and night and the pressure was very high, and even the best-tempered people would become bad tempered.

It is inevitable for a director to get angry, just like a teacher can't help but get angry with his students. This has nothing to do with self-cultivation.

Lu Yuan said in a deep voice: "I also worked my way up from being an extra. I know what many people are thinking, so I'll just try to get by.

Some people did not work hard, while others put in a lot of effort. Now, because of one person's carelessness, all the hard work of everyone has been wasted.

This is something I cannot tolerate. If I don’t take action, I will be ungrateful for the efforts of others.”

"You leave now!"

"Director, I..." The operator on the phone opened his mouth, wanting to explain himself and beg to be let off.

Everyone was startled. If they could fire the first one, there would be a second one.

Lu Yuan waved his hand to interrupt, turned around and faced everyone, and said: "Today is the first time. I know that there are many people here who hold the same mentality. Many people have reported this to me privately."

As he spoke, his eyes wandered among the crowd.

Some looked at him with a clear conscience, some lowered their heads out of guilt, and some seemed to have no guilt, but actually avoided his gaze.

Lu Yuan took it all in.

As the filming progressed, the entire crew felt a sense of depression and restlessness.

Non-creative team members in the crew generally do not feel this pressure. People are lazy. If the shooting period of a play is too long, human laziness plus pressure will bring various problems to the crew.

It's like a boil that gets bigger over time.

The director's role is to burst the abscess before it has a greater impact.

Getting angry and releasing your emotions is the most cost-effective way to solve these problems.

He continued, "I can let bygones be bygones, and I'll just pretend I haven't heard of those names that have come to my ears, but I don't want it to happen again. You should know in your heart that it's easy for me to replace a few people, even the entire department!"

There was silence.

After a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and he waved his hand: "Get to work!"

"call!"

There were several obvious exhalations from the crowd.

Everyone felt relieved and returned to their respective jobs, leaving only the microphone operator.

He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He walked out disappointedly, looking back every few steps.

Until I got on a Jinbei van at the corner.

Inside the car, coordinator Yu Wenlong had been waiting for a long time. He tilted his head with a smile on his face.

“Great acting!”

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PS: The second chapter is not finished yet, don’t wait, go to sleep, I will think about it slowly.

(End of this chapter)