Albert was educated in the formal film system, which can be described as "academic". However, during his time at school, he did not have much interest in the positions of director, screenwriter, and actor, but instead showed excellent communication and coordination skills, even for a group of young and stubborn college students, he was always able to find a solution to make the shooting go smoothly.

In the beginning, Albert was more in the role of a producer in the group shooting project; But as his studies progressed, he soon discovered that his real talent was dramatization, not production. His lack of overall control and his sensitivity to the details of the details make it possible for him to become a top drama agent. Therefore, Albert has always claimed to be a "miscellaneous worker", a "miscellaneous worker" who has nothing to do with the important work of creation and management.

Although in the eyes of the layman, drama has always been regarded as a dispensable role, and no one can appreciate the importance of drama work; But true insiders know how rare it is to be a good drama manager.

"Drama?" Albert's eyes widened, and the greenness and immaturity on the baby's face disappeared, replaced by the sophistication and composure that had been crawling in society for many years.

Lance was a little unsure whether Albert's attitude was excited or repulsed, time flies, time flies, so many years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Lance is not sure whether Albert is still interested in the position of drama after the baptism of society, but Lance did not express this uncertainty, but simply nodded neatly and gave an affirmative answer, "Yes, drama." And then he said, "I hope this job is a little more attractive than the Firefly' position......

Before Lance could finish his words, Albert waved his hand and pulled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, "I was fired yesterday." This answer was really unexpected by Lance, and Albert looked back at the studio behind him, still a little unwilling, "I'm just an assistant, in charge of the food supply." Yesterday, an actress said she was a vegetarian and there were eggs in the meal, so I was fired on the spot. For God's sake, she just nibbled on a beef burger the night before! ”

Albert's words were simple, but they revealed a lot of information. When Albert's name jumped into his head, Lance took it for granted that after so many years of graduating from college, Albert had grown into a senior drama manager in his own right, but now it seems that there is always a considerable gap between the ideal and the reality.

"Their loss, my gain." Lance's brief words made Albert stand still stunned, although Lance did not comfort him or curse with the enemy, but Albert inexplicably felt relaxed.

"It's not an easy job, though." Lance then said, Albert took a deep breath and put on a posture of listening carefully, "We need to shoot in the slums of Rio de Janeiro, and not only will we encounter ** blockades, but there will also be many unexpected situations that exceed expectations. Albert's brow couldn't help but lean slightly towards the middle, "And ......" Lance's words suddenly stopped, and Albert raised his gaze to look intently at the blue eyes.

"I plan to look for all the actors in the local area, and there are more than a hundred extras."

As soon as Lance said this, Albert's foul words rushed out, "Grass! Looking at Albert's angry expression, Lance stood there and pretended not to see anything. For the drama administration, managing such a large crew, and all of them are non-professional actors, most of whom are from the slums, is an unimaginably difficult task.

Albert crossed his hands on his hips, spun around in place a few times, and then looked at Lance with a look on his face, which clearly showed entanglement and struggle, but revealed a touch of unwillingness and unwillingness to admit defeat rolled in his eyes.

Lance calmly met Albert's gaze, and after a short moment, a gentlemanly friendly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "So, are you joining?" ”

"/! I'm joining! Albert shook his fist hard, then turned and yelled directly in the direction of the studio, "Grass/you/mother/vegetarian!" After saying that, he turned back to Lance and laughed, and then he took a step and strode forward, but after a few steps, he found that Lance had not yet followed, and he shouted cheerfully, "Quick, keep up, are you going to work here?" ”

Lance glanced back at the studio and found that many people from the "Firefly" crew had walked out, standing at the door of the studio and whispering in surprise. Lance raised two middle fingers at the group and took a few steps back in that position before turning and trotting over, catching up with Albert.

The two people trotted all the way, and the security guards at the door all walked out, watching the provocative actions of the two people with a stunned face, but they stood in place at a loss, watching the two people trot away, Lance even saluted the security guards, and the bright smile on his face was instantly fixed in the golden sunlight, and the security guards hurriedly raised their right hands to salute, but the two people had already left.

The scene reminded Lance of his college days.

"Stop, stop." Lance looked at Albert, who was out of breath in front of him, and couldn't help but laugh, "We can't leave yet." ”

Albert gasped for air, but found that Lance's breath was steady, and he didn't even sweat a drop, which made him wave his hand depressedly, leaned against the wall next to him, and rested, "Can't leave, why?" ”

"We need to go to the 'Last Days' crew, and I have an old friend to visit." Lance looked at Albert, who was out of shape, shook his head speechlessly, and patted Albert's shoulder hard, "With your body, I guess you can't win a race with an eight-year-old child." ”

"Hey! Eight-year-olds run fast, okay! Albert dragged his tired steps to keep up with Lance, "Who are you going to go to?" Do I know each other? Also an old friend from the past? ”

"Hayden-Hunter." Lance didn't have any extra nonsense and just said the name.

Albert had a look of surprise on his face, "You know Hayden Hunter?" The crew of "Firefly" invited him to come over as a photographer before, but he was rejected, saying that he had signed a contract with the crew of "Apocalypse**". We are still haunted by it. ”

"I know he has a few good independent works in the last two years, but I didn't know that he is so popular." Lance was indeed quite surprised. The "City of God" needs a cinematographer, who must be professional and excellent, otherwise the quality of the film will drop by at least one notch. Hayden is the undisputed No. 1 choice for Reims.

Hayden was Lance's middle school classmate, and the two had known each other for nearly twenty years, so it can be said that they are absolute old friends. Hayden didn't study after graduating from high school, and although he had always been interested in photography and photography, he didn't enter the college system and only audited at the University of Southern California for a semester.

But Hayden is a gifted man who has made his mark on his own and has worked his way through the independent film industry since serving as the second cinematographer on Paul Thomas-Anderson's stunning American production "Magnolia," most recently as a cinematographer who won an award in Sundance last year.

There is still a huge gap between the independent film industry and the mainstream film industry, especially the cinematographer of independent film - many independent films are directors who wear many hats, and the role of cinematographer is not paid enough attention. Therefore, Lance still thinks that Hayden is still working hard.

The reality is the opposite, Albert, who he thought was successful, still has a bad career, while Hayden, who he thinks has a career to be explored, has won a place.

Albert smiled and shook his head, rejecting Lance's claim, "It's just limited to the TV drama circle." You also know that independent films are not profitable, and photographers still need a platform to show themselves if they want to make a breakthrough, and TV series can only be regarded as a springboard. Albert shrugged, "Of course, salary is also an important factor. ”

"At least he has a job." Lance's complaint made Albert directly block his throat in one breath, but Lance ignored him at all and walked straight forward, which made Albert even more aggrieved and quickly chased after him, "Hey, young man, can we continue to be friends next?" ”

From a distance, you can see the hustle and bustle at the door of the "Last Days**" crew, and the lively scene of people coming and going looks busy, as if they are not ready to be filmed. Looking around at the entrance, Lance noticed that at least half of the crew was standing outside the studio, gathered in twos and threes, trucks coming in and out, crowding up the space.

While unsure of what was going on, Lance knew it didn't seem like the right time to do so. Standing in place and thinking about it, Lance looked around, and then saw that on the open space in front of the left, a long-haired woman in a black vest stood in place with a dejected face, her hands crossed on her chest revealed her anxiety and nervousness, but she still couldn't hide the curves of her beautiful body, and the tight black fabric just right outlined that mysterious and sexy/sensual temperament.

Lance walked over head-on, but before he could get closer, the other party noticed the shadow cast by the sun and waved his hand impatiently, "Go away, James, I don't want to talk about it now." ”

Albert looked at Lance in embarrassment, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and then began to back away. But Lance didn't back down, just stopped, and said in a brisk tone, "It seems that I chose the wrong time. This sentence made the other party raise his head suddenly, and that delicate and beautiful/glamorous face came into view, which was stunning in an instant.