This actor needs more money

"The actors over there have made paintings. How did you teach them? Do you still want to do it?"

The assistant director shouted at this side with a loudspeaker. Qin Gang borrowed the donkey from Poxia, snorted and left, and Ding Xiu also sat back.

Wang Baoqiang whispered: "Brother, are we still acting?"

Ding Xiu looked like a fool: "Why don't you act? Who will be responsible if you leave now?"

"Oh." Wang Baoqiang nodded and said with admiration: "You were so awesome just now."

Ding Xiu said nothing.

Just a few words to scare people and call him a bully. If word spreads, he will probably be laughed out of his mouth, and he will feel embarrassed.

Times have changed, and in a society governed by the rule of law, even he does not dare to go against the state machine, and he does not even think about killing people.

Of course, he wasn't just bluffing. If the group leader dared to deduct money, he wouldn't mind putting a sack on the dark and windy night and letting the other person go to the hospital to lie down for a few months.

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After filming six scenes in the morning, Ding Xiu followed the crew to three places. When he was hungry, he finally waited until noon for lunch.

The wages of extra performers are not high, the jobs are not fixed, and they don't make much money every month. Many people come to this business for the lunch boxes.

After queuing up to receive the lunch box, Ding Xiu found a shady spot under a tree, and sat down on the ground to eat, regardless of whether it was dirty or not.

Wang Baoqiang ran up to him and squatted down next to him, eating his lunch and smiling like a landowner idiot.

Everyone was tired all morning, and the weather was hot. We almost fainted from heat stroke after walking around for several hours. It was a blessing to have a packed lunch at this time.

Thanks to the lead actor's need to go back to the hotel to take a nap, the crew will not start work for the time being, and everyone also takes a lunch break.

At half past two in the afternoon, the machine started.

"The venue will be cleared and irrelevant personnel will exit."

"The extras are ready, and all departments are in place."

"A Bing's high school life, scene 75, second scene, action!"

This time, Ding Xiu's role was still on the background board. All the extras lined up and walked through the screen one by one under the command of the assistant director. After leaving the scene, they quickly ran back and stood behind the team. They cycled in turn, creating a crowd. Lots of illusions.

After finishing one shot after another, after taking close-ups and front-facing shots, the lines were NG, the performance was NG, and after more than an hour, Ding Xiu’s legs were numb.

The lead actor has a bad memory and makes mistakes in his lines one after another. He, an extra, knows it all by heart. He wants to rush up and kick the lead actor away. He just tells the director to let me do it. He has such a mouth.

"Who is that? We are filming, please stand far away."

Suddenly, onlookers came into the picture, and the director, who was already angry, spoke in a bad tone.

Next to it, the door of the Jinbei car that had been parked for a long time opened, and a dozen green-skinned gangsters got out. They also moved a folding table and placed it in the middle of the set.

There is a big watermelon and two watermelon knives on the table.

With one slash of the knife, watermelon juice spilled all over the table.

The leader, with slanted bangs covering his eyes, wearing sunglasses and a sleeveless waistcoat, walked arrogantly toward the crowd with a melon in one hand and a watermelon knife in the other, much like the crow in the Young and Dangerous movie.

"Fuck, filming is amazing. This is a public area, not your home. I can sit wherever I want. Do you have any objections?"

"As promised in advance, my watermelon knife is for cutting watermelons. You can call the police if you want."

When the crew is filming, it is common for gangsters to extort money. They usually give them some money and get away with it, and everyone is not surprised.

The director was very calm and calmly took out five one hundred bills from his wallet, stuffed them into the cigarette case and handed them over.

"Brother, we are a small crew and we are almost done today. As a convenience, I will give these cigarettes to my brothers."

After accepting the cigarette and looking at the amount, "Brother Crow" was not satisfied: "My brother is a big smoker, one pack per person."

"If you don't have that much money, just hack me to death." The director was no worse than these hooligans in his skill with a knife.

Thirteen people cost 500 each, a total of 6,500, which was beyond his bottom line.

Of course, it's not that he's not afraid of death, he's just determined that these people don't dare to take action and just charge some protection money. If they dare to kill anyone, tomorrow this area will be severely punished and no one can escape.

"Fuck, why should I kill you? My brothers like to watch movies. We will watch them wherever you film them, unless you go to the film and television base. Oh, by the way, the filming of your film and television base is finished."

The hooligans are not to be feared. The most fearful thing is that the hooligans are educated.

This group of people really strangled the director. All other scenes have been filmed, except for these few location scenes. The starring time is limited and cannot be delayed, so the loss will not be thousands of dollars.

Calling the police is of no use. People are right, just watching a show is not illegal.

If you want this place to be completely untouched, you can only report it to the higher authorities, but the approval takes time, and the intermediate links have to be taken care of. It's too troublesome, and it's not worth it for a few scenes.

The director looked back at the dozens of people behind him. Another way was to let the extras come in. There were so many of them that the group couldn't help but fight. Maybe scaring them could solve the problem.

After receiving the director's hint, Qin Gang, the leader of the group, whispered to the crowd: "You will follow me in a moment, and the price will be increased by thirty yuan each."

After saying that, Qin Gang took a few steps forward and felt something was wrong. When he turned around, no one followed him.

A group of people were suddenly embarrassed. They were neither moving forward nor retreating.

Everyone sneered, they had knives, they were just wage earners who had left home, and they only paid twenty yuan a day, so why did they sell their lives?

It's only fifty after adding thirty yuan. Being stabbed once is not enough for medical expenses.

During the group performance, Ding Xiu came out and came to Qin Gang: "I can handle this matter."

"Good brother, from now on you will be brother Qin Gang."

"You are not worthy of being my brother. If you give me money, I will deal with them."

Qin Gang's face was a little uneasy, and he smiled to cover up his embarrassment: "Five hundred yuan."

"I want a thousand."

"Eight hundred."

"Deal, get the money."

Of course, Qin Gang couldn't give this money. He pulled the director aside and whispered a few words. The director looked at Ding Xiu and then took out the money.

Taking the money, Qin Gang handed it to Ding Xiu: "Director Wang gave me one thousand. Brother, I will treat you to a drink after the matter is completed."

He thought that Ding Xiu and this group of people knew each other, maybe they were fellow villagers or friends, and if they wanted money, they would act as middlemen. It would be much easier for an acquaintance to intercede.

After counting it once and confirming that it was correct, Ding Xiu put on a smile and said, "That's easy to say!"

On the set, dozens of pairs of eyes were all focused on Ding Xiu. No one could hear the conversation, but the movements were clear.

Brother Crow thought they were going to send a representative to talk in detail and pay, so he didn't bother.

Asking for more than 6,000 is really too much. They don't want that much. For business, the first-hand price must be higher. Just cut the price twice and it's almost done. When it's good, it's OK.

In the eyes of everyone, Ding Xiu took the money, put it in his pocket, and walked to Brother Crow.

He didn't reach out to hit the smiling person, not to mention that he was here to give money. The crow even smiled slightly to show his friendliness.

"You won't be able to laugh anymore."

"What?"

"boom!"

The answer was that he hit his face with a fist as big as a sandbag, which broke the bridge of his nose and made him bleed for free.

Everyone was confused, including the crow.

How can we start the negotiation that was agreed upon?

Covering his nose in pain, Crow pointed the watermelon knife at Ding Xiu. He folded his wrist and felt severe pain on his wrist. The watermelon knife fell into Ding Xiu's hand.

Then, a sharp sword light struck at the top of his head.

I'm so cold!

His eyes widened, Crow's pupils shrank sharply, and his head went blank. He never expected to encounter such a life-threatening confrontation.