MTL - I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad-Chapter 10 010. Xia You said coolly

  Chapter 10 010. Xia You said coolly

   "Cheated by Yang Mi!"

   "Haha~ I was cheated, I was cheated."

   "I really thought I was dancing."

  “[呲牙], haha”

   "This one is funny, I'll send you a scary one."

   "Don't! Don't send it!"

   "If you don't watch it, it's over."

"Hahaha."

  Compared with the chat windows in the dream, all kinds of chat bubbles, rich emoticons, and occasional red envelopes and other functions, the current chat group seems to be a bit crude. But at least everyone was having a good time talking.

   And Xu Xin also finished explaining the progress. Seeing that the time was almost up, he left the computer and returned to the bedroom.

  After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he lay on the bed and plugged his phone into the charger. As usual, he picked up the twenty-four histories that he hadn't finished reading yesterday, and planned to read it for a while before going to sleep.

  But after watching it for more than ten minutes, I suddenly heard a text message from the phone.

   Pick it up and look, it's Yang Mi.

   "Xu Xin, are you angry?"

  ?

  Xu Xin was a little puzzled, wondering how he came up with this, so he replied:

   "No, why do you ask that."

   "Are you really not angry?"

   "Why should I be angry?"

   "Oh, I thought you were angry. Then why didn't you reply me on QQ, check QQ."

"good."

  The text of the text message couldn't express many emotions. Although Xu Xin didn't know why the other party asked such a question, he still got up and went to the study.

   Reopened the laptop, and saw the blinking in the lower right corner at a glance.

  Sent by Yang Mi.

  “【Laughing】”

  “[Link] was just kidding with you.”

   "Look at this, is it the dance you want?"

   "Have you finished watching?"

"【surprise】"

"Are you there?"

"Are you there??"

"Are you angry?"

"Are you there?"

  He quickly replied:

   "I'm watching now."

  The other party will reply in seconds:

"OK."

   Then, Xu Xin clicked on the website, this time it was a link named "Tudou".

  Frankly speaking, I don’t know if it’s my internet speed problem or the Tudou link problem. Anyway, after I opened the video, it buffered for a while, and it seemed to be stuck.

  In Xu Xin's mind, a sentence popped up in an instant:

   "No wonder you were acquired by Youku."

   But I was a little puzzled right away... What is Youku?

   It was really bad for the video card, so he switched the webpage, found Baidu, and typed the word "Youku".

   "Chapter 28 Xia You said coolly.--Starting Chinese Website"

   "Chapter Thirty-one. Xia You looked at her coolly. -- Qidian Chinese Website"

   "Chapter 32 Xia You frowned coolly. ——Starting Chinese Website"

  Looking at these searched things, Xu Xin scratched his head.

  Ah, this...Can Qi Qi make Xia You's grandson change his expression?

   But this was just a small episode. After failing to find the so-called "Youku", he switched back to Tudou, and the video was finally buffered by about 10%.

  He opened it a little bit, and one... You said that you were wearing revealing clothes, but you couldn't talk about it. But there are also foreign women who are a little bit off the edge are dancing there in high heels and hot pants.

  The background sound is dynamic music with a little noise.

  A video is not long, just over a minute.

   It took Xu Xin about five minutes to read it... I can't help it, it's too stuck.

   After reading it, he thought about it and asked Yang Mi:

   "That's about it, can you dance?"

   "I just dance jazz and belly."

"sharp."

"hehe."

   Seeing this reply, Xu Xin felt something was wrong again.

   These two words are a bit harsh, brother.

  But Yang Mi immediately said:

   "Then I'll dance this one. This one is quite simple. Has the shooting date been set yet?"

   "Not yet, but it should be tomorrow."

   "Okay. What did you do just now?"

   "Sleeping, so I didn't see the message, sorry."

   "It's okay, hehe."

   "Well, then I went to rest?"

"OK."

"Good night."

   "Good night, hehe."

  Being left speechless by this girl, Xu Xin closed the computer again and shrank back into the bed.

   Stuck for half an hour, close the book, turn off the lights and go to sleep.

  …

  He had nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, he ran a few bus stop signs along Shijia Hutong, sweating all over, and returned home with two deep-fried dough sticks and a bag of soy milk.

  After eating in a hurry, Ferrari didn't even heat up the car, so it drove straight out.

   The eye-catching Ferrari just walked to the main road, and suddenly pulled over and stopped.

  Xu Xin got out of the car, and in the cold wind, he waved to the taxi on the road.

   Soon, a Citroen stopped beside him, and the taxi driver looked half at him and half at Ferrari, and asked:

   "Your car broke down?"

  Xu Xin shook his head:

   "No, master, go to Huairou Film and Television City, you lead the way, I will follow."

  As soon as Xu Xin’s accent seemed to be non-local, the taxi driver rolled his eyes and said:

   "Huairou Film and Television City? That place is far away, and it's three hundred if you don't hit the meter."

   "OK, let's go."

   "Okay, I'll turn on the double flash, and you will be behind me. Don't think my car is slow~"

   "Walk, walk, it's freezing."

   Stamped his feet and got back into the car, the driver who had been taken advantage of early in the morning looked enviously at the elegant lines of the red Ferrari through the rearview mirror, and walked towards the film and television base of Huairou Film and Television City with double flashes.

  As for Xu Xin...does he know that he was slaughtered?

  The answer is yes.

  Huairou is only 50 kilometers away from the city, and no matter how many detours, it will not cost 200 yuan.

   But the two or three hundred yuan was the same as being given for nothing in front of him. Although he knew he was being slaughtered, but now it is freezing, let him bargain with the taxi? Or let the car go and find the next driver with a meter and a fair price?

   Don't be ridiculous.

  Why did you suffer that crime?

  If it wasn't for not wanting to be cold, and afraid that it would be inconvenient to take a taxi back from Huairou Film and Television City, he wouldn't even want to drive Xiaohong.

   is saying, this taxi will come back when the time comes, if it doesn’t get a job, won’t it be empty and come back.

   It is not easy for anyone to make some money.

   There is no need to worry about this.

  …

   In this way, Ferrari followed the taxi all the way to Huairou Film and Television City, which seemed a bit depressed in winter.

  It’s the end of the year, and all the plays that should be finished are over, and the group performers have to go home for the New Year, so there are really a lot fewer people in this place.

  When they arrived at the place, Xu Xin didn't even get out of the car. The taxi turned around and the windows of the two of them met. Xu Xin gave 300 yuan, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the group leader Yu Zhen gave her.

   After some communication, Xu Xin hired another 50 yuan to lead the way, and under the guidance of that buddy, he arrived at the place agreed with the group leader.

  There are already a dozen people standing there.

  These people also noticed the arrival of Ferrari, and just wondering, Xu Xin got out of the car.

   "Zhang Quntou?"

  He shouted, a fat man with a cigarette in his mouth was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand:

   "Hey, um, um, you are the director Director Yu mentioned, right? Hey, you are really young and promising..."

   After all, it is from the mixed film and television city, welcoming guests from all directions, meeting directors from all directions, and before coming up to talk, he first praised him.

  Xu Xin nodded and stretched out his hand.

  Zhang Qun froze for a moment, then bent down respectfully, and clasped his hands.

   But Xu Xin didn't talk to him much, instead, he focused on these few actors who could become big brothers in society by putting on a suit.

  Ms. Yu has already mentioned the casting requirements in advance, so Zhang Qun’s first choice today is all actors who are around 40 years old and seem to be able to support the "rich man" temperament.

   Xu Xin was quite satisfied with the dozen or so people.

  After all, his requirements are not that high, and the light of KTV is also dim, and the facial makeup of the characters is more important than acting skills.

  Come and look around, he is satisfied.

   Pointing and pointing:

"You, you, you, and you... plus you. It just so happens that these five people, I will send you an address in a while, and you let them come to the city to find me at night. One hundred and one day, night play , bring your own suit and keep it tidy. Is there any problem?"

  There are generally 50 or 60 group performances these days.

  It also includes crowd pumping.

  Of course, this is the price between group performers. But how much the crew pays for the cast... That's something only the group leader knows. Because there is a kickback issue involved, it is usually not so transparent.

  But Xu Xin is really too lazy to suffer from the cold here because of these three melons.

   I don't want to waste so much saliva.

   Looking at Zhang Quntou in astonishment, he directly took out his wallet, counted in it, and took out seven old people's heads.

   "Just these five people, come to the city before dark. Don't be late."

"Well…"

   Zhang Qun checked the money, although he didn't know if he would think that the young man in front of him was a big grievance, but his face was full of smiles, and he said politely:

   "Don't worry, I won't be late... Director, we also have female co-stars here, and they are all young and beautiful..."

   It is estimated that Xu Xin gave money too happily, which created some illusions for him, and he still wants to continue to sell...

  But Xu Xin was not interested at all.

  Woke up in the morning and went out wearing thin clothes, he would fart cold after standing for two minutes.

   Wave your hand:

   "Okay, that's it, don't be late."

   "Boom."

  The car door was closed, and he turned his head flexibly. The audition, which took less than 3 minutes from the time the two met to leave, was over.

  Watching the touch of red that represents luxury and money leave, Zhang Qun looked at the actors around him who had been waiting with him for an hour...

   "The boss is generous with the money of the five of you. I will deduct ten yuan from each of you as transportation expenses. I will give it after the filming is over."

   As he spoke, he drew another hundred out of the seven hundred and handed it to one of the middle-aged men who were not selected:

   "For this hundred, go buy a piece of Ziyun and give me a few points. The boss doesn't like you... Brothers also get up early, buy a pack of cigarettes, and I will continue to find work for you in the afternoon."

   After speaking, he left on his own.

   And the dozen or so group performers looked at each other, the ones who were selected were fine, and the ones who were not selected looked at the one hundred yuan in the hands of their companions, with a bit of satisfaction on their faces.

   "Thank you group leader!"

  Hearing the voice behind, Zhang Qun smiled slightly.

  Group head, that's it.

  Obviously counting on these group performers to eat, but they can't be too kind to them. If they are too good, it's easy to push their noses on their faces and can't tell who is the big and small king.

  Don't be mean to them, or they won't follow you next time.

   How to measure this scale and how to establish prestige are all in personal experience.

   Obviously, Zhang Quntou's means are very high.

   But it was also honed in this arena.

  No way, who told us not to have a Ferrari.

  Recalling that blush, his eyes were filled with emotion:

   "Tsk tsk."

  (end of this chapter)