What kind of ups and downs that advertisement made in the outside world, Yang Zhu didn't care.

In his opinion, no matter how good the response is, it has little to do with himself as a "plagiarist".

There is only one thing he cares about now:

How to train Sun Jian, a dead fat man, and the headache-inducing Miss Lin well.

That's right, now the filming process has hit a "bottleneck".

Sun Jian, a dead fat man, I don't know if he has been mixed with the crew for a long time, and he has lost his awe of Yang Daguan, and several important scenes have not been able to achieve the effect Yang Zhu wants.

And Miss Lin is even more old-fashioned, perhaps because she has never had acting experience, and she has never been able to grasp the main point of the heroine's role expression.

Yang Daguan was in a hurry, and his hair was almost gone.

"COME, BOSS, HAVE A CUP OF TEA AND GO TO THE FIRE. ”

The little white rabbit very intimately placed a set of simple tea sets on the side, made a cup of shengpu and handed it to Yang Zhu.

Yang Zhu drank it in one gulp, smashed it and smashed his mouth, felt the pleasure of his cheeks, and his mood was really a little better.

"BOSS, don't be in a hurry, Sun Jian and Keran don't have much acting experience after all, just take your time. ”

Hearing the little white rabbit's comfort, Yang Zhu thought to himself, can I not be in a hurry?

If you continue to grind like this, after seven months, you won't be able to see your boss.

ripped through his notes, carefully pondered a few shots of the two being stuck, and finally felt ruthless: "Sun Fatty, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Immediately explained to the little white rabbit a few times, called the props again, and muttered to communicate.

..................

"Sun Jian, come here!"

Yang Zhu pinched a few pieces of paper and beckoned to Sun Fatzi.

"Signed it. ”

Thinking of the director's increasingly harsh wording recently, Sun Jian shuddered,

What is this? Could it be that the director feels that he has not acted well and wants to terminate the contract?

Trembling and flipped through the contract, first happy, and then tangled.

This is a special contract,

It is to the effect that in order to improve Sun Jian's acting skills, the director will use some special means to make it meet the standard, and in the process, there may be physical and mental trauma;

For this reason, the crew paid Sun Jian 200,000 yuan in mental compensation, and promised that if accidental injury was caused, the medical expenses would be borne separately by the crew.

Yang ...... Director Yang, you shouldn't turn me into a cripple or a mental disorder, right?"

Sun Jian's face was a little pale, but he really couldn't resist the temptation of 200,000 yuan.

"No, it's just some relatively mild physical and mental stimulation. Yang Zhu smiled very kindly.

Now that the crew is up and down, who doesn't know that you Yang Daguan is notoriously black-bellied?

However, the 200,000 banknote is so tempting......

"I'll sign!" Sun Jian gritted his teeth and signed his name with a trembling fat hand!

"Hmph~ That's right!" Yang Daguan showed his white teeth......

..................

"Props!"

The props staff respectfully handed over a "glue stick", Yang Zhu pinched it with his hand, and nodded with satisfaction.

This "wooden stick" has several layers of thick sponge inside, and the outermost layer is a layer of 1CM soft rubber, which is not heavy.

Due to the material and weight, this thing will hurt on the body, but unless it is fatally hit at the head and other vital parts, it will not cause any real damage.

"Do you remember the lines in Scene 189?" Yang Zhu looked at Sun Jian with bad intentions.

Sun Jian somewhat understood what Yang Zhu wanted to do, swallowed his saliva, and nodded with a pale face: "Remember." ”

It was a scene about the male protagonist being beaten, and Sun Jian NG more than 60 articles, but he still failed to perform the "sense of fear" that satisfied Yang Zhu.

"Very good, hold that box, just like the rice cooker in that scene, don't forget to say the lines......"

After Yang Zhu finished speaking, he smiled evilly, and waved the glue stick and hit Sun Jian fiercely!

"Ahh

A pig-killing scream came from Sun Jian's mouth.

How can it hurt so much!

This is Sun Jian's only thought at the moment, his body is like a river shrimp under stress, bow by bow......

"Lines!" Yang Zhu drank, and waved another stick.

"Ah~!" another scream.

"You~~!You can't~ah~!"

"The lines are wrong, do it again!" Yang Zhu is another stick.

"Ah~!"

Together with the little white rabbit, the staff next to them looked down and counted the ants with pale faces, for fear of being swept by their own director's eyes.

..................

Two days later.

"Attention staff, the second shot of 189 is ready to start!"

The staff were busy.

Yang Zhu called Zhang Lin and the two cameramen, explained it, and then changed into the uniform of the "city manager", and went forward to play a trick.

After a while, Yang Zhu saw that all departments were ready, and gave an order:

“ACTION！”

In the lens, I saw several "city managers" approaching step by step,

Sun Jian's face was pale, his pupils began to dilate, and he said in a trembling voice: "You~~You~~ What are you doing?"

That panic, that trill, that helplessness, is so real......

"Shame on you, since you refuse to withdraw the stall, then you can't complain about others, smash!" The city manager led by him waved his hand, and several uniforms behind him rushed up and smashed them.

Zhang Lin behind the camera waved his hand, and the two cameras rushed up, grabbed the spot, and shot at Sun Jian from different angles......

The city manager played by Yang Zhu pinched the glue stick, patted it in the palm of his hand, and walked towards Sun Jian, who was protecting the rice cooker in his arms.

Sun Jian looked at Yang Zhu who was walking slowly and the glue stick in his hand, his face was pale, and the fat on his body began to tremble violently......

Zhang Lin, who was in charge of the camera, lit up: This reaction is absolutely amazing! The two days of fighting have not been in vain, this has formed a natural reaction, and it is impossible to act this feeling.

Yang Zhu kicked the rice cooker in Sun Jian's arms, and Sun Jian turned sideways to protect the rice cooker.

Yang Zhu, who was stumbled by the fat bullet, finally stood firm, his face showed a hideous look of shame and anger, and the glue stick crackled towards Sun Jianjian.

Sun Jian stubbornly guarded the rice cooker with his left hand and blocked his head with his right hand.

The exposed half of his face was crying with fear, and the fat on his mouth and face was trembling:

"I ...... We didn't do anything bad, for ...... Why did you hit me?"

"You~~ You can't fight...... Break the dough in the pan. ”

"It's for ...... The one who made the cake for the children. ”

"You fight...... If it's broken, they won't be able to sell the cake!"

He ...... They're pathetic, no...... Don't break the dough, okay?"

He ...... They can't sell cakes, so they ...... Only...... You can't treat Xiao Ningning. ”

In the end, the city manager played by Yang Zhu still panted, snatched the rice cooker from the fat man's arms, and slammed it to the ground!

A pot of soft dough is sprinkled on the floor......

“CUT！”

"Very good! makeup artist, hurry up and put makeup on the male protagonist!"

Two makeup artists rushed up like battlefield first responders, took out a few balls of cotton and stuffed them into Sun Jian's mouth, which was full of tears and snot, and then smeared them on his face.

In just 5 minutes, Sun Jian turned into a blue nose and swollen face.

Yang Zhu looked at the fat man, and felt that although he was still trembling, it seemed that his emotions had been checked a little.

So he rushed up, and in the stunned look of the staff, he beat Sun Jian again.

Gasping for breath, Yang Zhu waved his hand.

Zhang Lin's voice came: "The 190th scene, the first shot, ACTION!"

Sun Jian, who was lying on the ground trembling, sat up with difficulty, his mouth grinned, looked around the mess, and then set his eyes on the overturned rice cooker.

Using all fours together, he crawled awkwardly, his fat hands trembling and lifting his inner tank and gradually raising his head.

The fat face like a pig's head, with snot in his eyes, stared at the camera with a sad and desperate expression.

Then he asked in a low voice with a hoarse voice in a sob:

"For ...... Why? Why do you want to do this to us?"

"We ...... We just want to treat Xiao Ningning!"

"We're alive, we've done our best, why do this to us!?"

The kind of voice mixed with despair, anger, doubt and unwillingness makes people cry.

"CUT!

Yang Daguan on the side looked at it twice and showed a satisfied expression.

.....................

"Hey...... Hey, you're back!

Lin Keran, who was holding the donation box, looked at the people in the distance, and looked around again, wanting to cry without tears.

looked at his play makeup, touched the sunburn makeup on his face, and remembered Yang Zhu's repeated advice, so he had to squat down at the position designated by Yang Zhu and put the donation box in his arms to the side of the street.

Pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, and countless curious eyes swept over Lin Keran's body and the chalk words on the ground.

Miss Lin, who had never suffered like this, was on pins and needles, and her originally calm face began to whiten, and emotions such as nervousness, shame, and embarrassment began to appear.

Not long after, a pair of small red leather shoes appeared in Lin Keran's field of vision, followed by her mother,

The six- and seven-year-old girl read carefully the chalk words on the ground: "Kind people, please contribute to the disabled." ”

Turning his head: "Mom, what is a person with a disability?"

Mother leaned down and explained

Then the little girl's black pearl-like eyes stared at Lin Keran: "Auntie is so pitiful, is she crippled somewhere?"

Lin Keran was embarrassed, and said with difficulty: "No...... No, Auntie is not crippled, it's ......"

After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said hoarsely: "It's the money raised for the students of the Disability Academy, and I'm the teacher in it." ”

The little girl thought for a moment, pulled the decorative bag she was carrying, unzipped it, took all the money out of it, thought about it, and put back a coin.

counted, and then held it in front of Lin Keran with both hands: "Auntie, there are seven yuan and six dimes here, and I have to leave one dollar for Tingting to buy lollipops to eat, I promised her, is it okay?"

Lin Keran stared at these innocent eyes in a daze, then looked at his smiling mother next to him, and stretched out his hands with difficulty to take the pile of change: "Thank you...... Thank you!"

Looking at the little girl's shaking hands and bright smile on her face that turned around and bounced away.

A sense of guilt came over me.

Lin Keran shouted loudly at the little figure, "Little friend, what's your name?"

After two times, the small figure finally turned around: "Auntie, my name is Rong Rong!"

......

With the passage of time, more and more people put their love into the collection box.

And Lin Keran, under self-hypnosis, also regarded himself more and more as a teacher in the disabled college.

As the number of people asking increased, a light called "holy" gradually appeared on Lin Keran's face, which kept appealing to passers-by......

And in her hand, she tightly grabbed the handful of seven yuan and six cents of change......

..................

Yang Zhu, who was hiding across the street and secretly shooting, snapped his fingers lightly.

"It's done!"