012 Don't give in
Weekends, Florist Studios.
Unlike the deserted roads when I came, even in the early morning, it was already crowded with people, and there were even many people holding soy milk and steamed buns while walking and eating, which seemed to be in a hurry.
The crews are also preparing before the start-up, some are choosing locations, and some are arranging the studio.
Many group performances have also been put in place, gathering together, waiting for the director to turn over the brand, eager to wear it.
There are many handsome men and beautiful women in the crowd, just for a chance to show their faces.
After all, in the era of entertainment first, if you can be familiar with the audience in film and television dramas, it is a very good start. The profession of celebrities, which is both fame and fortune, is very attractive to the vast majority of young people.
Feeling the ambitious and aggressive atmosphere around him, Luo Chen couldn't help but feel excited, and tried one by one according to the set goals.
But after being rejected by several crews one after another, I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.
Due to the use of computer technology, many difficult actions no longer need stand-ins, although the synthesized picture is not very realistic, but it is gorgeous, and it can also please the audience.
And martial arts dramas are becoming more and more perfunctory, mostly using quick editing and special shots to cope with the past, and there are not many crews that really strive for excellence.
Luo Chen turned around in a circle, and it was nearly nine o'clock, and the sun was already high in the sky.
Although it was autumn, it was still restless.
Luo Chen was trying to take a break and calm down his repeatedly frustrated mood, but he saw a sudden commotion in front of him.
A young man with his arms crossed and a painful face was carried out of the studio, and the staff were calling for an ambulance.
Luo Chen followed the crowd over to take a look, and found a warning sign that read "Tianhe filming scene", and the crowd was in a commotion.
"It turned out to be someone from Tianhe Pictures, this is a leading media company!"
"That brother was injured just now? It looks pretty miserable, it seems that his arm was broken during filming, right?"
"yes! It seems to be a martial artist. What kind of drama is this? It's so playful, can it be used so seriously?"
The crowd was gossiping, and they had everything to say.
While they were discussing, a person who looked like a field manager rushed out in a hurry, looked at the people gathered outside, and shouted: "Is there a martial artist at the scene?
"Yes, yes, choose me!"
Luo Chen was about to talk, but when he saw four or five people in the crowd raising their hands, he was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that there would be so many peers competing.
"Okay, that's you! ”
"Okay, Leader Xie appreciates!" A rather tall man squeezed out of the crowd, smiling all over his face, and turned around and raised his chin proudly at everyone, "Brothers, don't be discouraged, there is a chance! ”
Many people looked envious, and when they heard this, they shouted: "Get out of here!
"I'm jealous!" the man laughed and strode in.
Luo Chen was also amused, and secretly said that next time he would have to react faster, this place was like grabbing a ticket, and he couldn't have any humble thoughts.
Everyone saw that there was no drama to watch, and they were about to disperse, but they didn't know that the man who was selected just now was actually caressed by his waist and was taken out, and his face was also bruised, ashamed and angry.
Luo Chen couldn't help but be surprised, and secretly said that it had been in for five minutes, why was he injured again and was brought out so quickly?
The few guys who made a sarcastic speech just now also changed color, and said strangely: "Damn, Lao Tzu just said that, why were you really carried out, brother?"
"What's going on inside? Are you filming or are you in the ring?"
"Don't scare me! Don't the people from Tianhe come out to give an explanation?"
The tall man gritted his teeth and shook his head, and got into the ambulance.
The field manager just now ran out again, and he was already sweating on his forehead, and arched his hand and said, "Is there still a martial artist?
Now everyone stopped raising their hands. In such a strange situation, it would be too stupid to be wronged if you don't understand it clearly.
At that moment, someone asked, "Dude, what kind of scenes are you filming on the ground? Why did you hurt two people in a short period of time?"
"Although our Wuti has a humble status, he is also raised by his father, so he has to give an explanation, right?"
"Although it is inevitable to get hurt when you enter this kind of business, you can't be unclear?"
Seeing everyone's eyes, the scene was also a little embarrassed: "Actually, it's normal filming." ”
"But this time Tianhe is preparing a film for international cooperation, and invited several foreign martial arts movie stars, which two martial arts substitutes were injured by someone during filming just now?"
"How can I say it, the one who plays the opposite role is a black movie star, and his physique is incomparable to us yellow people. That's why I'm telling you to come back with some real effort, don't wait for a shame and a delay!"
After the call, everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and anger gradually appeared in their hearts.
"No, we don't really fight in the ring when filming, why are we still ruthless? Isn't this deliberately provoking us Chinese?"
"What do you mean by that? What's wrong with the yellow race? Don't we also have world-class fighting champions in Huaguo? Let that grandson try it with him!"
"It's useless to say that, and people's identities won't come to be martial artists! Most of our martial arts school graduates are fists and embroidered legs, how can they be tough with others?"
Luo Chen frowned when he heard this, and couldn't help but squeeze forward.
"I'm telling you the truth. The field manager looked sad and said hatefully: "Those uncles invited from abroad are really difficult to serve, and now they can't even find a martial artist who can shoot opponents, and their tails are about to rise to the sky at this moment, and the director is also on fire in his heart!
"I'll go!"
"I'll go!"
Standing up with Luo Chen was a man with raised cheekbones, a thin face, and a very strong physique, who looked twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and his body revealed a fierce aura.
Seeing that there were still people who dared to take over the work, everyone couldn't help but whisper for a while.
The man glanced at Luo Chen, his eyes were cold, and he didn't mean to back down at all.
The field manager breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "The courage of the two is admirable, but for the sake of safety, let's report to each other's homes!"
"Yan Wu, who has been a mercenary abroad for several years, is proficient in grappling and fighting with one move to defeat the enemy!"
The crowd gasped in unison, and secretly said that this was a professional soldier! I just don't know if I have killed anyone. But looking at the cold temperament on his body, he should be a ruthless person.
Luo Chen was stunned for a moment, feeling that he didn't seem to need to introduce it, this resume is not comparable!
But since he stood up, there was no reason to retreat, and he said in a deep voice: "Luo Chen, a graduate of the martial arts school, I have enough confidence to take on this rivalry!"