On the fast lane, Wang Kun muttered in a low voice: "This is too coincidental." ”

Wang Kun knew that there were paparazzi secretly taking pictures, and he also cooperated with the adjustment of his position to make the paparazzi take pictures more clearly, so he almost stretched out his hand to compare.

But Wang Kun didn't expect it to be the little paparazzi under Wu Zhongsheng, the leader of the paparazzi.

This made Wang Kun a little crying and laughing.

I drove to the hotel.

Wang Kun ordered food with the menu in his hand, and asked Zhang Bicheng's opinion from time to time.

After ordering, Wang Kun handed the menu to Zhang Bicheng, "Bicheng, come and see if there is anything you want to eat." ”

Zhang Bicheng put down the menu, "Director Wang, enough, enough, too much to eat and waste." ”

Wang Kunle patted his big belly and said meaningfully: "I have a big appetite, I will definitely be able to eat and wipe clean." ”

'Illiterate, what you eat and wipe clean, that is called a clean and clean! Zhang Bicheng sneered, with an embarrassed but polite smile on her face.

After eating, Wang Kun drove Zhang Bicheng and his assistant to the hotel and checked in.

Zhang Bicheng saluted and asked eagerly, "Director Wang, when will we start recording songs?" ”

Wang Kun took out the lyrics and music and handed it to Zhang Bicheng, and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, Bicheng, you came from afar, first familiarize yourself with the lyrics and music, and adjust your state." ”

"Okay." Zhang Bicheng nodded, and after a cursory glance at the score and lyrics, he said in surprise: "Director Wang, why is the song "Midnight to the Morning" missing? ”

The reason why Zhang Bicheng agreed to Wang Kun's invitation was mostly for the song "Midnight to the Morning".

Wang Kun opened his eyes and said nonsense, "This song was specially composed by me for Bi Chengling, but the details have to be finely adjusted according to Bi Chengling's timbre characteristics." ”

"Director Wang is so delicate that he even takes into account the characteristics of my timbre. ’

When Zhang Bicheng heard this, he was grateful in his heart, if there was a favorability progress bar, then he could see a series of favorability +1+1 popping up on Zhang Bicheng's head

Wang Kun has master-level musical ability, and he is not as good as Zhang Bicheng in singing, but in terms of musical literacy, Wang Kun beats Zhang Bicheng.

After a few words, it became Wang Kun talking, Zhang Bicheng was sitting upright, listening carefully like a primary school student, and taking notes with a small notebook and pen in his hand.

This chat lasted more than an hour.

Wang Kun naturally took the water cup from Zhang Bicheng's hand, took a sip to moisten his throat, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry Bicheng, I didn't stop chatting for a while, but I disturbed your rest." ”

Wang Kun's musical attainments have convinced Zhang Bicheng, and Zhang Bicheng often benefits Zhang Bicheng a lot in just a few words.

Actors are afraid of directors, and singers are afraid of songwriters.

Zhang Bicheng was flattered, with a restrained face, and hurriedly said: "Don't bother, don't bother, it's me who troubles Director Wang." ”

Wang Kun put down the water glass, got up and prepared to leave, "I still have to go to the crew, Bicheng, you have a good rest." ”

Zhang Bicheng was a little embarrassed, "Director Wang, I."

Wang Kun was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Zhang Bicheng had expectation in his eyes, and asked cautiously, "Can I follow you to learn music theory?" ”

'Temptation of students. An idea popped up in Wang Kun's mind, and after receiving the taste, Wang Kun said with a smile: "What to learn or not, everyone discusses with each other and makes progress together." ”

Zhang Bicheng knew that Wang Kun was saving face for himself, and couldn't help but be grateful: "Thank you, Director Wang!" ”

Wang Kun was embarrassed: "But I have too many things to be busy during the day recently, and I'm afraid I can only be free when I go back to the hotel at night." ”

Zhang Bicheng was a little entangled, she was a little dumbfounded, but she also knew how to avoid suspicion.

It was a little inappropriate to be in the same room with Wang Kun on this big night.

But when he thought that Director Wang had to take time out of his busy schedule to teach himself, he couldn't say anything if he refused.

Zhang Bicheng didn't refuse in the end, and whispered: "It's troublesome to guide Wang." ”

Wang Kun inadvertently saw the hanging tower standing not far away through the floor-to-ceiling window, was stunned for a moment, and then left with a smile on his face.

Wang Kun left the hotel and came to the crew of "Chen Qingling".

After inspecting the circle, Wang Kun nodded with satisfaction.

The operation of the crew is on the right track, and the efficiency of filming has also improved.

Wang Kun sat in front of the monitor, checking the replay.

Chen Tingyuan's acting skills are as stable as ever, not brilliant, but also passable.

It's Jia Liang's performance that pulls his hips.

Wang Kun called Lin Lin and the two female assistant directors, and said in a deep voice: "What's the matter with Jia Liang?" ”

A female assistant director replied: "Boss, Jia Liang can't let go of it when filming. ”

Wang Kun frowned and asked people to find Jia Liang.

A few minutes later, Jia Liang hurried over in a costume and with feminine makeup.

Jia Liang was a little afraid of Wang Kun, so he stubbornly said, "Director Wang, are you looking for me?" ”

Wang Kun didn't have so much patience to argue with Jia Liang, "Brother Liang, I have high hopes for this play, if you don't want to act, I won't force it." ”

If Jia Liang is no longer interested, Wang Kun is ready to kick Jia Liang out of the crew.

As for guilt?

Inexistent!

It's not the deer that Wang Kun seduced, Wang Kun is the victim.

Jia Liang's face turned blue and white for a while, and he wanted to leave directly, but Jia Liang was unwilling, his wife was sent out, and he didn't get any benefits, isn't this a loss?

Jia Liang endured, "I know Director Wang." ”

Wang Kun stood and spoke without backache, and had a bad idea, "Well, if you don't know how to act, I suggest that you can join a gay group, acting comes from life." ”

Jia Liang's back tightened, and he couldn't help but lift his anus, and sneered: "No need, no need." ”

After another scene was filmed, Jia Liang dragged his tired body back to the hotel and lay on the bed.

Jia Liang couldn't get into the state for a long time, which greatly delayed the filming progress.

The crew was a little dissatisfied with him.

I don't know why, Wang Kun's words kept echoing in Jia Liang's mind.

Jia Liang rolled over and took out his mobile phone.

The light of the mobile phone screen reflected on Jia Liang's uncertain face.

Jia Liang comforted himself and muttered to himself: "I'll just try, I'm just trying to act, I don't mean anything else." ”

Jia Liang stretched out his hand tremblingly, searched for it, found a nearby group, and clicked to apply to join the group.

The application for joining the group was quickly approved, and looking at the pictures in the group, Jia Liang opened the door to a new world.

Wang Kun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, making a phone call.

Wu Zhongsheng asked: "Boss, do you want to destroy the negatives and photos?" ”

Wang Kun looked at the photos of himself and Zhang Bicheng that Wu Zhongsheng sent to his mobile phone, and asked rhetorically: "Why do you want to destroy it and keep it and sell it to Hua Chenyu." ”

Wu Zhongsheng is numb, the boss is murderous, it's not enough to pry the corner, but also to send a photo to stimulate Hua Chenyu, the key is that Hua Chenyu has to spend money to buy this photo.

(End of chapter)