Chapter 22: I'm a Screenwriter (Asking for Votes and Collections!!)
finally received a day's salary, eighty yuan, although it was not much, but Wang Ye was happy in his heart, and he had the urge to tell the world that he had finally made money.
The little seed of acting, after a group performance, has quietly germinated in Wang Ye's heart.
The next day, Wang Ye got up early and told Lin Xiaojun to send Linlin to school, and then he didn't eat breakfast and went out early.
"Brother-in-law, what's going on?" asked Lin Xiaowan.
Lin Xiaojun was also very curious, what was Wang Ye doing when he went out so early.
The reason why Wang Ye went out so early was because of the experience that the old brother taught him yesterday, he came early and joined the group early, and maybe there were some characters with lines.
Don't look at those actors who work late, but as the lowest member of the crew, you can't let others wait for you, only you wait for others.
Sure enough, experience will not harm people, and when Wang Ye arrived at the film and television city, there were already many group performances waiting.
Wang Ye silently blended in, waiting for the crew to choose, at this time, they were just a commodity, waiting for customers to come to pick and choose.
After a while, several vans came, and the group performers rushed up, desperately squeezing forward, hoping that they could be selected.
Wang Ye was inexperienced, he squeezed it several times, and soon he was squeezed out again, and several vans left, and he was not selected.
I was depressed, and I secretly swore in my heart that I must squeeze in next time, and no one can stop it.
A screenwriter who sits in front of the computer all day long, where is the opponent of these group members, no matter how hard he works, there are times when he is squeezed out.
But there are still many people in this world, and the staff of the crew yesterday saw Wang Ye squeezing forward in the back, and even asked him by name.
This made Wang Ye overjoyed, thinking that his acting skills were good, and he was remembered after only one day of acting.
came to the crew, looked for it in the group performance, didn't see the old brother yesterday, a little disappointed, it seems that today is going to be alone.
After "dying" a few times, Wang Ye could finally take a rest, sat on a dirt slope, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and wanted to smoke one beautifully.
As a writer, it is either coffee or cigarettes, but Wang Ye prefers the former.
I took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out, and suddenly I felt dizzy, this feeling is amazing, which is why many people risk their lives to smoke.
"Little brother, borrow a fire. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing our party's uniform walked over, his clothes were dirty, and there were a lot of cannon ashes and even blood plasma on his face, and it seemed that he had just come down from the "battlefield".
I can't tell what it looks like, I can't even tell my age, I feel like I'm in my forties.
"Good smoke, young man. The middle-aged man looked at the cigarette in Wang Ye's hand and smiled.
Wang Ye smiled, the cigarettes he smoked were really good, soft China, but they were all prepared for him by Lin Xiaojun, and he said that he would smoke better, and it would be less harmful to his body, and he didn't know if it was true.
"Blindly smoked, usually smoked less, why don't you have one?"
Wang Ye handed over the cigarette in his hand and asked.
"No, I can't get used to it, it's still my own energy. The middle-aged man refused.
"Look at you, don't you look like a group performer, come here to experience life?"
Wang Ye glanced at the middle-aged man in surprise, thinking that this person's eyes were quite poisonous, and he could even see this.
"How do you know?"
"Hahaha......" The middle-aged man's laughter was very hearty and rude: "You see which group actor is as white and tender as you, you can see it by yourself." ”
Wang Ye smiled awkwardly, it turned out that he had such a big flaw.
However, it is not good for men to be white and tender, which makes people think a lot.
"It's true that I was inadvertently brought in as a group member yesterday, and I thought it was fun. Wang Ye replied.
"Oh!" The middle-aged man was silent for a while, then continued to chat, "What do you do?"
"Don't think about it, it's just chatting, smoking and not chatting, I feel like something is missing. ”
"I'm a screenwriter. Wang Ye smiled and shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind.
"Screenwriter?" The middle-aged man looked at Wang Ye in surprise: "Disrespectful!"
"What about you, brother?" asked Wang Ye.
The middle-aged man opened his hand and said with a smile: "You see me dressed like this, can I still do it?"
Wang Ye smiled wryly, this question is quite stupid, on the set, wearing costumes, what else can he do!
"Then you must be a big actor. Wang Ye said sincerely.
Although he doesn't know the middle-aged man, judging from the middle-aged man's behavior, he is usually very particular, and he may be a well-known actor, but he doesn't know it.
"Alas, what a big actor is, it's just a job, isn't a group actor an actor?" said the middle-aged man.
Wang Ye nodded and agreed, there is no distinction between high and low occupations, but positions are divided into high and low, no matter which industry, this is the case.
Don't be jealous of people who are better than you, because they are better than you, that's because they work harder than you.
"Don't talk about me, talk about you, do you have any works?"
"There is a movie that is being filmed now, and it is estimated that it will be released on New Year's Day. Wang Ye said: "But I have some thoughts recently, so I don't want to experience life." ”
"Art comes from life, it's good to experience it, it's always bad to make things up, for example, this TV series ......" The middle-aged man stopped talking.
Wang Ye smiled and didn't talk, he stayed in the crew for two days, this TV series, a proper anti-Japanese drama, what infinite bullets, what powerful protagonist halo, there are all here.
"Brother, how about you say that I also write an anti-war drama? A real anti-war drama. ”
The middle-aged man paused for a moment, looked at Wang Ye for a while, and said, "Okay, as long as you can write it, I will play it for you when the time comes, and you will be paid the kind you are given, but the premise is that the script must satisfy me." ”
Wang Ye chuckled in his heart, this old brother is very good, is he a big coffee?
"Teacher Li......"
When the middle-aged man heard someone calling him, he got up and patted his buttocks, and said, "Young man, you start first, I've been here recently, let me see first, if it's okay, I'll act, what are these recent acts." ”
Wang Ye looked at the middle-aged man who was far away and muttered, "Teacher Li?"
"It seems that I have really met an expert. ”
After receiving the lunch box at noon, resting everywhere for a while, he began to act as a dead body again, fell down again and again, stood up again and again, received eighty yuan, and went home.
"Brother-in-law, have you been in love recently? Lin Xiaowan suddenly ran into the kitchen and asked Wang Ye, who was cooking.
"What a mess, at my age, what kind of love are you still talking about. Wang Ye was dedicated to cooking, and Lin Xiaowan's sudden appearance scared him a lot.
"It's okay, I'm afraid that you have little social experience and will be hooked up by the vixen outside. Lin Xiaowan inexplicably felt a sense of happiness.
"Brother-in-law, be cautious when remarrying, if Linlin's stepmother treats her badly, you don't want to see Linlin in the future. ”
Is this a threat?
Wang Ye looked at the triumphant Lin Xiaowan, and was depressed in his heart, he was actually threatened by his sister-in-law.
At dinner in the evening, Wang Ye confessed that he had recently gone to perform in a group performance, and he didn't know why he wanted to confess, but he felt that he was going to confess anyway.
"Brother-in-law, you said that you are a screenwriter and go to rob the actor's food, is it because the screenwriter's food can't be eaten?" Lin Xiaowan said.
Wang Ye thought for a long time, is this a compliment or sarcasm?