Chapter 160: Are You Ripe Melons?

With the director's order, the onlookers dispersed one after another.

After all, the current Dong Yi has just returned to the crew, even if he has been there for a long time before.

But the new environment still needs to be adapted, especially to calm his inner mood.

The crowd didn't bother him anymore, but let him adjust his mind in the dressing room alone.

Of course, Dong Yi was not idle, but picked up the script and began to study it.

Although he is already familiar with the plot of "Conquest", he still needs to be familiar with it.

Otherwise, if you shoot again, you won't have the taste of Liu Huaqiang.

Today's plot is very interesting, filming Liu Huaqiang slashing the owner of a watermelon stall before fleeing from Hengzhou.

And the reason for the matter is very simple, that is, because the stall owner is short of catties and two, and he is forced to buy and sell.

This incident also happened to Li Mei, and this incident can be regarded as Liu Huaqiang's lesson to the stall owner who sells melons.

And this incident can be regarded as Liu Huaqiang's god-sealing scene.

If this scene is filmed well, then the whole drama can be brilliant.

Although the plot of this paragraph was very profound in his mind, Dong Yi still patiently read the lines again.

In fact, now he can act without following the lines.

After all, he is already very proficient in on-the-spot performance, and he also has a good opinion about Liu Huaqiang.

Of course, this is a more modest word, if Dong Yi thinks he is second.

I'm afraid no one will know Liu Huaqiang's life better than him, but the premise is to exclude screenwriters first.

After all, this script was written by the screenwriter.

When Dong Yi was almost familiar, the assistant director came over to ask Dong Yi about his preparations.

Generally speaking, the leading actors have this right, but Dong Yi has never used it, because he thinks he is not a big star now.

But he found that Ma is good and is ridden, and people are bullied.

If the crew thinks that it is a sin to have no shelf, then now, he has to get rid of this stinky problem.

Dong Yi suddenly realized something, it's not that some details like to do this, but if you don't do this, I'm afraid many people will look down on you.

For the sake of others not to look down on it, so it is understandable to do so.

Afterwards, Dong Yi walked out of the dressing room and went to the set.

The location is on the street of the downtown area, where cars come and go, and the flow of people is endless.

"Let's go!"

With Gao Qunshu's order, Dong Yi soon entered the state.

He first opened the big brother in his hand, and when he heard Li Mei's crying inside, the whole person was instantly angry.

"You wait, I'll get justice for you, it's the stall at the entrance of our community, right?"

Li Mei on the other end of the phone shook her head one after another when she heard this.

"Brother Qiang, forget it, this matter is also my fault, I shouldn't have bought it from them on the premise that I knew that those people were not good things."

Dong Yi snorted and spoke.

"You don't care about this matter, leave it to me!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Li Mei to agree, Dong Yi rode his small motorcycle and came to the fruit stall at the entrance of his community.

As soon as he put the scooter away, he found a small fruit stand, where there were three young people.

The person at the head is Zhang Mazi, who is full of fat brains and pockmarks.

A smile rose at the corner of Dong Yi's mouth, and his eyes stared directly at Zhang Mazi.

"Dude, how much is this melon a pound?"

Zhang Mazi was originally chatting with the other two people, but when he heard this, he turned his head and found that a customer had come to his stall.

Hearing this, he also smiled and said.

"Two dollars a pound."

Dong Yi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and it was really more than half more expensive than the melons in other places.

His eyes were fixed on Zhang Mazi, while looking at the watermelon on the watermelon stand, and continued to ask.

"Is your melon skin made of gold, or is this melon particle made of gold?"

Zhang Mazi, who was smoking, showed a disdainful expression when he heard the words, and his face was impatient.

When the smoke ring in his mouth was spit out, he stared at Dong Yi gloomily.

"You can go and inquire, how can there be melons now, these are all melons in greenhouses, you are too expensive or I am too expensive."

The smile on the corner of Dong Yiyan's mouth began to converge when he heard this, just this way of speaking and tone.

He knew that the other party should often be in this area, rampant and domineering.

It seems that today, I have to let them know who is the king of this area.

It's just that Dong Yi also knows that this plot is actually a plot he filmed before leaving Hengzhou.

It has nothing to do with the current timeline, that is, the current self has no subordinates and thugs.

It is impossible to have weapons or those things, and the only one who can rely on them is himself.

"Okay, you pick one for me."

Zhang Mazi snorted lightly when he heard this, but he still got up and picked a melon for Dong Yi.

Pat this, pat that, and finally picked a melon that looked good, put it on the scale, and then looked at Dong Yi.

"How's this?"

Dong Yi glanced at the watermelon in front of him, and then asked.

"Your melon, are you ripe?"

Zhang Mazi's face sank when he heard this, but then he was still laughed at angrily, no one dared to talk to him like this for a long time.

Because the person who has said this sentence has long been taught by himself to know what misfortune is from the mouth.

After a while, Zhang Mazi continued to speak.

"I'm a fruit stander, and I can still sell you raw melons and eggs?"

As he spoke, Zhang Mazi threw a piece of gum into his mouth and looked at Dong Yi with an unkind gaze.

The smile on Dong Yiyan's face completely disappeared when he heard this, and a terrifying momentum erupted from his body.

"I'm asking you, is this melon ripe!"

When Zhang Mazi heard this, he instantly raised his head and carefully looked at the person in front of him.

His intuition told him that the person in front of him was probably not just a simple buyer.

After all, no one has ever asked themselves such a thing.

Looking at the figure in front of him with cold eyes, Zhang Mazi straightened up, and his voice gradually became cold.

"You're deliberately finding fault, aren't you? If you don't want to buy it, get out of the way before it's too late. ”

"Not everyone can afford to eat watermelon, let me tell you, you don't inquire about this street, my name is Mazi!"

"You just give me a happy word, do you want it!"

Dong Yi smiled again when he heard this, pointed to the melon in front of him and said with a smile.

"Your melon, if it is ripe, I will definitely want it, but if it is not ripe, then what should I do with this melon?"

As he spoke, Dong Yi came to Zhang Mazi from the front of the stall.

In front of him, slowly sat down on the chair next to him.

Zhang Mazi looked at Dong Yi, pointed to the melon on the scale, and said word by word.

"Well, if this melon is not ripe, I will eat it in front of you, how about it? Am I doing this as a righteous man? ”

Dong Yi nodded secretly, and Zhang Mazi squatted down and began to weigh the watermelon.

After a moment, he turned his head to look at Dong Yidao.

"No more, no less, a total of fifteen catties, you just give thirty yuan."

Dong Yi frowned when he heard this, and pointed at him and praised.

"How can you have enough for fifteen pounds, I suspect there is something wrong with your title."

The expression on Zhang Mazi's face changed greatly when he heard this, staring at Dong Yi in front of him, and said angrily.

"Are you fucking trying to find fault with me? Do you want this melon? ”

"Bang!"

As he spoke, Zhang Mazi took the watermelon off the scale and threw it in front of Dong Yi.

The other fruits on the table trembled.

The eyes of the two people around him were also staring at Dong Yi tightly, constantly exerting pressure.