Chapter Fifty-Eight: Killing the Chicken
On the other side of the studio, the crew packed up and rushed to the hotel after receiving the notice.
Ordinary employees naturally sit in the hall outside, and the team leaders, assistant directors, executive directors, production directors and various producers are eligible to enter the box.
However, it was only another table, and it was impossible to share a table with Han Sanping.
"I guess our Director Tang won't even settle the account at all, if you look at the producer he sent, you won't find any problems at all!"
On the way to the hotel, the middle-level members of the crew walked together, and Sun Ming looked very proud.
It's not easy to meet a fat sheep in China Film, if it is a movie invested by China Film itself, a lot of it will be deducted from the corners and corners.
It's not easy to make some money these days, and it takes a lot of effort to make an account, and now directors and producers are getting more and more sophisticated, and a few people are right for several days.
finally ran into two rookies, and after some testing, he found that the producer was a layman at all, and if he could send such a person over, Tang An probably wouldn't be very shrewd.
Sun Ming naturally didn't bother to make the accounts more rigorous, and Tang An's reaction also confirmed his thoughts.
Maybe there will be a chance to scrape more in the future......
Just when Sun Ming was thinking about good things, someone next to him spoke.
Production producer Zhao Lei has been worried since the morning, he said a little uneasy, "Old Sun, I'm still a little worried, I heard that Han Dong and Mr. Wu are here at the start-up press conference!"
"Zhao Lei, you kid is so timid, what if you come, this is not the group's money, besides, our Tang Dao can see that there is a problem with the accounts!" Sun Ming waved his hand, sneering at Zhao Lei's worries.
"You two have made enough, this crew hasn't started, I can't get a penny!" life producer Xu Tao complained.
"The most unlucky thing is me, we only shoot two houses on the exterior of this film, and the cruise ship doesn't cost a penny, I can't get anything, it's just an ornament!" Wang Zhenguo, the liaison producer, exclaimed angrily.
Listening to a few producers talking to me there, Chen Jinhe, the art director next to him, couldn't watch it.
"I said you guys shouldn't go too far, Lao Sun, look at the materials you reported to me at the beginning, if you use those things to set up the studio, my set team will go on strike!"
"Lao Chen, don't be angry, didn't I change it for you later, quality and quantity!" Sun Ming immediately smiled.
They can also reap the benefits without the cooperation of photographers, gaffers, makeup artists, and art directors, otherwise it will be troublesome if they sue and say that there is a problem with the equipment and materials.
"No matter what, don't delay me, if something goes wrong with the studio, my reputation will be ruined!" Chen Jinhe warned and didn't say much, after all, he also got a share.
Everyone entered the hotel with laughter and laughter, and got on the elevator to the door of a large box.
Wu Deming was waiting at the door, and when he saw them coming up, he immediately stepped forward.
"Mr. Wu!"
"Mr. Wu is good!"
"Who is Mr. Wu waiting for? Hasn't Dong Han come yet?" Sun Ming came up with a smile on his face.
"Waiting for you!" Wu Deming stared at him with a frosty face.
"Wait for me, Mr. Wu, you are laughing..."Sun Ming saw that his expression was a little wrong, and said with a dry laugh.
Wu Deming looked at Sun Ming with some disgust, and said to a few people behind him, "Go in, don't drink, filming will start in the afternoon!"
This......
Everyone looked at each other, probably guessing what was going on, and several producers were even more apprehensive.
Sun Ming met Wu Deming's indifferent eyes, his heart was cold, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Wu... Mr. Wu, what are you..."
"You go downstairs with the crew, hurry up and clean up after eating, and follow me back to the company later!"
"You guys go in quickly, do you want Han Dong to wait, or don't go in!" Wu Deming reprimanded loudly.
Hearing this, everyone glanced at Sun Ming, and then entered the box.
That's it!
That's what everyone is saying.
It's good that they don't care about these things like them, or unless someone above them is protected, they can only leave.
"Why are you still stunned, hurry up and pack up your things, go down and eat something casually!" Wu Deming waved his hand.
Sun Ming's face was ashen, and he also knew that once he returned to Zhongying like this, his reputation in the circle would be stinky!
"Mr. Wu, I..."
Sun Ming still had to argue, but Wu Deming shouted at him impatiently, "Let's go, for the sake of my colleagues for so many years, I won't spread this matter, you can do it yourself!"
Sun Ming's eyes lit up, as long as outsiders didn't know, where could he not find a job with his qualifications, and hurriedly thanked Wu Deming, "Thank you, Mr. Wu"
"Hmm!" Wu Deming said casually.
I don't spread it, so many people in the crew can't guarantee that no one will talk much!
Wu Deming turned his head and put on a smile, pushed open the door and entered.
"Han Dong, everyone is here, why don't we have a banquet!"
Han Sanping looked at the middle level of the crew at the other table, and then at Tang An and Wu Deming, with some doubts in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.
"Then let's start, everyone eats and drinks well, I wish everyone a smooth shooting!" Han Sanping picked up his wine glass.
"Thank you, Han Dong!"
"The shooting went well!"
"A box office hit!"
Everyone stood up with their glasses in their hands and toasted together!
Sitting on the chair, Tang An poured himself another full cup and faced Han Sanping, "Han Dong, I salute you, thanks to your help, I haven't spent much energy from the preparation to the present, just waiting for filming!"
"These trivial things should be done by someone, you are the director, just shoot the film well!" Han Sanping touched a glass with him and smiled.
The box was staggered, and everyone had different thoughts.
Tang An's more than 20 years of alcohol, pushing the cup to help the lamp, is not lively.
Wu Deming was full of smiles, and as soon as Han Sanping said a word, he had to echo two sentences.
Several actors looked at the table opposite and the people who were not interested in thinking differently.
Those producers were up and down in their hearts, and they couldn't eat well, and from time to time, someone glanced at Tang An's table.
And Sun Ming came to the hall downstairs, his stomach was also a little hungry, and he just wanted to find a place to sit down.
"Director Sun is here!"
"Director Sun, sit here!"
"Director Sun smokes a cigarette!"
"Isn't Director Sun going to have dinner with Han Dong?"
...
Everyone's words made Sun Ming return to the identity of the production director, and looked at these low-level audiences, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
He waved his hand, "Everyone eat and drink well, be careful not to drink too much, I still have to work in the afternoon, Han Dong sent me to do something, I will come back immediately, you eat slowly!"
With that, Sun Ming walked out of the hotel with Shi Shiran behind his back, returned to the base, and bought a bucket of instant noodles at the store near the door!
ps: Ask for a collection and ask for a recommendation ticket!!!