Author: The Pigeon Who Never Doves

"Oh, brother, I won the lottery, fifty thousand."

Xiaojun beside Heipi looked at Grihuan with surprise and joy on his face.

"Ah? Fifty thousand, fifty thousand? Where can I get this?"

"Look here." Xiaojun took the can and pointed at it, "We have to go to Peking."

"I've never been to a BJ, how can I get it?"

"Hey, you can just sell it to me, and I'll give you five thousand yuan."

Listening to the two singing and harmonizing, Brother Dao sighed slightly, now it's time for him to appear.

"Hey, comrade, my family has fifty thousand——"

Huo Yunting leaned forward as he spoke, and the words suddenly stuck in his mouth.

Good guy, the feeling of these little piles of fat on my belly being squeezed together is so real.

I patted it with my hand, and I could vaguely feel the waves of flesh rolling.

Heipi and Xiaojun were confused when they looked at Brother Dao who suddenly slapped their belly. Why did belly dancing suddenly happen in the middle of the performance?

Liar is the same as acting, it requires smoothness. If Brother Dao gets stuck, the scene will be ruined. Even if it continues, people around will be able to tell the clues.

However, Huo Yunting's actor quality still allowed him to continue to perform the play to the end, but less than half of the performance, all the people had left.

Except for the three brothers, the two rows of seats were empty, while the other passengers were crowded far away.

Huo Yunting could vaguely hear someone complaining about him.

"These liars must have just started in the industry, and they act so deliberately."

"You can tell he's a liar at a glance..."

"Brother Dao, have you gained anything this morning?"

"Your acting skills are so bad. Let's reflect on it. Write me a 10,000-word review today."

After saying that, Huo Yunting leaned on his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Tu Liu, who was confused, looked at Hei Pi and Xiao Jun. They didn't know what to say for a moment, but they didn't dare to go up and disturb Brother Dao.

Huo Yunting closed his eyes and took a nap. In the past, when he dreamed, he put himself into various worlds. He had watched movies and TV shows, and he had a general impression in his mind.

But this time, just by reading the script, I can simulate a complete set of scenes in my mind...

This is because I have listened to the script from Xiaojun in the past few days and have a deeper understanding of camera shots. Can I outline the scenes described in the script in my mind?

Or are you saying that your disease is more serious?

Huo Yunting secretly muttered to himself that the Cannes Film Festival had done him a lot of harm. He was with so many people today and stayed there for less than half a month.

My stability value is probably almost exhausted.

Listening to the rumble of the train, a hand suddenly patted his shoulder.

Open your eyes, it's black skin.

"Brother Dao, I think we failed this time because Xiao Jun'er and I didn't get it right. Next time I deliberately splashed the coke on him, and he got angry at me and asked me if it would be better...

"

"Beep beep beep"

"Beep beep beep"

When the alarm clock rang, Huo Yunting suddenly opened his eyes. The train, Coca-Cola, and Ring Ring no longer existed. He was lying on the big bed in the hotel, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Rubbing his head, he looked at the storyboard on the bedside and Yue Xiaojun's upcoming storyboard, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

What does this mean to me? Advance screening?

In addition to his serious illness, the speed of time in his dreams was also strange. It took him one night to finish Yang Guo's life, and it took him one night to change a pull ring with someone on the tram.

No matter how long the story is, every time I open my eyes, it's five o'clock in the morning. Could it be that I can only experience one story every night? Where is the logic in this?

But after thinking about it again, I realized that his illness itself had no logic, so I gave up the idea.

After changing clothes, I went out to buy breakfast, then ran around the street twice. After I came back and washed myself, Ning Hao was knocking on the door one by one to call for help.

The director personally calls the bed, which is a very low-level tone.

I'm not going to Luohan Temple today, I'm going directly to the tram to film the coke scam scene.

The Luohan Temple was easy to negotiate, and renting other temples could still generate income. But the tram was difficult, not to mention renting an entire carriage. Ning Hao talked with people for a long time before they reluctantly agreed.

Huo Yunting originally proposed to Ning Hao that it was impossible to build a carriage with just a few baffles, but he rejected it.

"It's too fake to build a carriage. How to deal with the scene outside the window? Use special effects to make it look fake and unreal."

Huo Yunting twitched the corners of his mouth and rolled his eyes.

What the hell do you want at a cost of more than three million? Is it possible that you can take a special carriage like Feng Xiaogang?

But Ning Hao insisted on it, so he couldn't persuade him anymore.

As the saying goes, an opportunity cannot be missed and it will never come back. If you miss it this time, you might not have the chance next time.

So the group of people ran quickly to the tram.

The train space is not big, so there are not many people going there. There are two photographers, three actors, a lighting engineer, plus Ning Hao and Wang Xun.

The reason why he is called Wang Xun is because he has a strong influence in the Bashu area. The extras on the tram are all local residents of Chongqing.

The reason why people are willing to come is mostly because of Wang Xun's face.

As for why we are looking for local residents instead of group performers, because local residents may be able to get it cheaper than extra performers for Wang Xun's sake...

When we got on the tram, the extras were still chattering excitedly. Most of them were starring in a movie for the first time, so it was a fresh experience.

The actors took their seats and a can of Coke was thrust into Huang Bo's hand.

Ning Hao was still mobilizing the extras. Huo Yunting looked at Huang Bo with a Coke in his hand and suddenly thought of what Hei Pi said in his dream last night.

When I opened the Coke, it splashed on him.

"Director Ning, I have a suggestion here that I don't know how to handle -"

"Come on, come on, all the actors are in their seats. Sister, please sit down." After greeting everyone, Ning Hao looked back at Huo Yunting, "Old Huo, what did you just say? What suggestions?"

"Oh, it's okay. Just take the picture first. I'll tell you after I finish taking this picture."

"No, no, no, no." Ning Hao, who was holding a script in his hand, quickly interrupted him, "If you have any suggestions or ideas, please tell me first. Don't waste Coke."

Don't waste Coke... Huo Yunting's face twitched a few times.

"I just think this is a bit dry and too deliberate. The contradiction between Hei Pi and Xiao Jun was not created."

"It's better to let Heipi spill the coke when he opens it, and then Xiaojun will dislike it again."

Ning Hao was slightly stunned. He thought about it in his mind and his eyes lit up. This idea was interesting.

So he stopped the two photographers and started sketching and revising the script. Huo Yunting also came close to him, recalling last night's dream and giving some suggestions from time to time.

Listening to Huo Yunting's wise words, Ning Hao nodded and wrote quickly in his notebook. He stopped after a while and looked a little strange.

He looked at Huo Yunting, who had one hand on his hip, and scratched his head again.

Who the hell is the director?
Chapter completed!