The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 996 Full Firepower
"Three, two, one, shoot."

Mr. Azichi's face was full of irritability, like a flea, and he couldn't calm down at all.

"Come on, someone ordered a pizza twenty-one minutes ago."

He didn't even bother to look at Peter any more. He turned and went into the pizza shop, babbleing on and on to himself, anger burning in his chest.

"Harmanton, Burton & Smith LLP, eight thick-crust assorted pizzas..."

He had only said half of his words when he turned around and saw two Italians making pizzas. He couldn't believe his eyes and his temper instantly flared up.

"Gilly gulu...@#%&$balala..."

A series of Indian words whizzed by, and the English, which was already tongue-twisting and had a hint of curry, now simply switched to an alien language.

The Italian man busy at the counter was not to be outdone, sitting and gesturing while shouting back, “I told you, I don’t understand that language.”

“Speak English!”

Mr. Azizi hit back, “Damn it, you can’t make pizza.”

"I can't make pizza? I've been making pizza for five years."

"Shut up!" Mr. Azizi shouted at the Italian without mercy, and the angry bull was running back and forth in the palm-sized pizza shop.

On the side, a spectator was enjoying his pizza, holding the pizza in his mouth and pulling it with his right hand. The cheese on the pizza was pulled apart for a long time but did not close. His eyes were rolling around, moving quickly back and forth between Mr. Azichi and Peter.

In just one second, his eyeballs must have moved seventy, eighty or ninety times, and he could not hide his excitement.

Mr. Azizi's attention was obviously not on the crowd. He strode around to the back of the counter and patted the sign hanging on the inside of the restaurant.

"Joe's Pizza: Delivered in Twenty-Nine Minutes".

Mr. Azizi continued to complain, "If it's not delivered within eight minutes, it will exceed the twenty-nine-minute delivery guarantee. In this way, not only will I not get paid, but this big customer will also be taken away by 'Ewart's Pizza'."

Peter stood in front of the counter, his face tired. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Why don't you send Salim?"

Mr. Azizi, "Salim was fired yesterday."

Peter: ...

Mr. Aziki was about to continue speaking when he was interrupted, "Excuse me, where is my cheese pizza?"

"Him, 'Little Smile'." Mr. Azichi pointed at the Italian behind him without turning his head and shouted like a lion. He didn't even look at the customer and continued to look at Peter who had lost hope in life. "I'm relying on you now, okay?"

“You have to deliver it on time.”

Taking a deep breath, Mr. Azichi tried to force out a kind smile, but it looked evil no matter how you looked at it, like an evil elf in a cartoon. "Peter, you are a good person, but you are unreliable. This is your last chance."

Peter was startled.

Mr. Azizi was merciless. “You have to get there in seven and a half minutes, forty-two blocks, or you’re fired.”

Peter was stunned and tried to argue for himself, but found that his thoughts and voice were all stuck.

The eyebrows of the person eating cheese at the back were dancing, and he was rolling the cheese into his mouth with his tongue like a pangolin eating an ant, with an extremely rich expression.

Mr. Azizi stared at Peter with lifeless eyes, then turned around, brought a tall stack of pizzas over and placed them on the counter.

boom.

Then, he pushed the pizza forward and looked at Peter. Mr. Azizi raised the corners of his mouth and gave a smile without any emotion, but found that Peter did not react. The next second, he frowned and roared like a lion.

"Go!"

Thunder roared out of nowhere, and the waves seemed to open their bloody mouths to swallow Peter. Peter bent his knees slightly and subconsciously took a small step back. His survival instinct drove him to distance himself.

A little late, Peter finally regained a bit of rationality in the storm: to keep his job.

He grabbed the pizza box, turned around and rushed out of the pizza shop.

Snapped.

The spectator's cheese string finally broke, and he froze in place.

"Card!"

Sam interrupts filming.

This time, before Sam could even speak, someone in the crew couldn't control themselves.

puff.

He laughed out loud, and then the sound of laughter spread throughout the crew in a blink of an eye.

Comedy, this is 100% comedy.

Whether it's Asif's ups and downs in tone, his crackling curry-flavored accent that is almost incomprehensible, his natural sense of humor, coupled with his little expressions of rolling his eyes and muttering to himself, which are full of humor; or Anson's slightly cartoon-like reactions, his expressions and body language are somewhat funny; coupled with the particularly show-stealing crowd, and the incredible timing, the chemical reaction in this scene is fully erupting.

so funny!

Sam looked at the crew in astonishment, looking left and right, but finally he couldn't control himself and the tension in the corners of his mouth relaxed.

The chemical reaction in this scene was completely unexpected.

Asif deserves applause, he did not stumble at all as he did just now, from his lines to his accent to his expressions, everything was perfect, his "annoying" acting was superb, and the comic performance texture that was inadvertently revealed was not exaggerated or artificial, but brought out some humor.

Moreover, with such a long series of lines, the focus of the whole scene fell on Asif's shoulders. As a result, Asif finished it in one go without any ambiguity -

No wonder Anson suggested shooting the latter scene first. It was obvious that Asif had entered a state.

Sam likes Asif's micro-expressions, which are difficult to describe in words, but are vivid and more intuitive than lines, and they bring out the image of a boss.

Sam thought about it and communicated with the pizza shop through the intercom. Because he was behind the surveillance camera at this time, the surveillance camera was placed behind the corner of the street intersection, far away from the camera lens. Even if he shouted, communication was difficult.

"Excellent," Sam said, and then, after a moment's thought, "Asif..."

Asif's heart suddenly tightened and he couldn't help holding his breath and swallowing, only to find his throat was very dry.

"Great performance." Sam's words made Asif clench his fists and let out a long breath. "Let's shoot it again. This time, Asif's expression...can be more expressive. We can add some comedy effects and make his emotional ups and downs towards the clerk, the customers, and Peter more obvious."

"In short, just follow your own feelings. According to the current version, magnify the details a little bit. I believe you can perform well."

Asif felt a surge of warmth in his chest when his work was recognized and praised. He had a thousand words stuck in his throat, but he didn't know how to express them. In the end, he just said honestly, "No problem." After a pause, he said, "Thank you, director."

Sam also paused, his thoughts racing, "You should thank Anson."

Asif quickly looked at Anson and mouthed silently, "Thank you."

Anson smiled back.

Sam went on to say, "Anson... everything is fine, just follow your own understanding; next, let's shoot it again, and then take some close-ups, Anson, the close-ups will mainly be on you, so that the audience can see our Spider-Man."

It's a rare occasion that Sam actually played a little joke?

(End of this chapter)