The film and television city on the outskirts of Long'an was originally just a small town.
On the evening of September 17, several special actors celebrated the completion of the new movie in a farmhouse. A dozen dishes were placed on the table. The food was cheap and beautiful. Everyone drank wine and talked about interesting things in the filming process. And lace news in the crew.
"I heard that the female number two, the director has already signed the next play."
"Really? Look at that female number two's acting skills are also average, have you dived?"
"Just think about it with your toes! I see, at the speed at which this woman goes to bed, she will definitely be the leading actor in three years."
"Haha, you want to be submerged by the director, do you have that condition?"
After three rounds of wine, the topic gradually reveals a sour taste. The special actors are just high-level troupes. Although the income can be comparable to the average office worker and the time is free, I think of someone in the same industry who earns one million a month and has unlimited scenery. , My heart is always unbalanced.
When everyone came here with their luggage, they had a dream of becoming Wang Baoqiang, but after being polished by reality over and over again, passing it by and passing it became the creed of most people.
"Sorry, we are late!"
Two men walked in, speaking blunt Chinese, and bowing to the people present.
The atmosphere suddenly became a bit wrong. Someone whispered inwardly, "Why did you get these two goods?", "Who asked, it's too insightful!", "Let the Japanese go back."
Two Japanese actors, Shinji Tamura and Toru Fujiwara, did not notice the subtle changes in the air. They smiled and greeted their colleagues. After sitting down, Shinji Tamura poured himself a drink, "According to Chinese custom, I will punish myself for a glass first."
"Slow, slow, change the big cup!" said Lao Wang, the oldest special actor, immediately someone handed a large cup of Erguotou to the Japanese, and there was a burst of laughter preparing to look at him.
Shinji Tamura hesitated for a moment at the wine that was about to overflow, drank half a cup, frowning so hot, and quickly handed the remaining half to Toru Fujiwara. Toru Fujiwara smiled and said, "Autumn teasing horse bag," Sakoni yo waiyi."
"Fuji Harasan, cool to wow Ki Sao Cave in China!"
"Tooth defeated!"
"Stupefied in a Ki."
After the two pushed them for a long time, Fujiwara Toru swallowed the wine, and the table was full of laughter. Someone said, "Don't speak bird language, talk human language."
"Fuji Harasan said he can't drink, he can only drink this glass." Shinji Tamura said.
"Fujihaha, you can't learn Chinese, so you should learn from others." Old Wang said.
Another special actor said: "Fuji ha, do you remember the sentence we taught you?"
Toru Fujiwara thought for a while, and parroted and said, "I'm a Japanese devils!"
With another burst of laughter, Pharaoh put the cup on the table and said, "Little Japan, do you know why we are drinking together today?"
"The crew kills the oil." Shinji Tamura replied, and the faint hostility at the dinner table made him a little uncomfortable.
"You are wrong, because tomorrow is an important day in China. Have you ever heard of 918, 918!"
The Japanese asked each other and came to the conclusion that Shinji Tamura said: "918 is a festival for the Chinese to defeat the Japanese. The Anti-Japanese War is high and the World Peace is high!" He raised his fist and smiled, trying to show his position.
As special actors in China, the two have long learned how to follow the local customs.
"You are wrong. 918 is China's National Humiliation Day. That year you Japanese devils broke into China, created the Lugou Bridge Incident, and occupied Beijing. Didn't your history textbook mention this paragraph?"
"Soudai death!" Fujiwara Toru nodded in agreement.
"What about you, did you mention this paragraph in your textbook?"
The two were embarrassed, and the others became even more energetic, "I despise the Japanese the most. The whole world knows that they have invaded China, and they don't recognize it alive and dead."
"I also said that the Nanjing Massacre never happened, and it's shameless to get home."
"Did you know, these two little Japan, the crew gave them three thousand yuan per episode."
These words suddenly added fuel to the fire, and all of a sudden ignited the atmosphere. As special actors, they averaged only 1,000 yuan per episode, and some people slapped the table angrily, "Why, are you discriminating? These two little Japan If you want acting skills but not acting skills, or looks without looks, how can you earn us three times as much!"
"Why don't you go back to be an AV actor? Instead of earning more, you can still play as an actress for free."
"Yes, go back to Japan, don't come to earn money from the Chinese, don't you want to face it!"
The two looked at each other awkwardly, and Fujiwara, who was not good at Chinese, also noticed the hostility, and kept poking Tamura, urging him to leave.
Lao Wang took a sip of wine and slowly put down the cup and said, "I'll be fair. They came all the way to China and were'killed' by the Chinese. It's okay for the crew to give more red envelopes."
"Hey, Pharaoh, why are you talking to the Japanese?"
"Yes, is your mother-in-law a Japanese?"
"Get out!" Old Wang scolded, "I haven't finished speaking yet!" He was already slightly drunk, and pointed to the pale faces of the two Japanese men. You, you can't make this money now, and you are not afraid of digging wells. You are more grateful to those anti-Japanese heroes than we are!"
"Yes, they should apologize to the dead anti-Japanese heroes!"
"Apologize! Kob your head and apologize!"
A table of people quarreled, and Tamura, in a cold sweat, stood up and bowed, "We came to China to film, and we are grateful to China that China is becoming more and more prosperous and powerful. He has produced many excellent film and television works and brought work to many international friends. We are very, very grateful for this opportunity!"
"What nonsense, hurry up and apologize!" One person patted the table.
"Every Japanese has to apologize to China, don't want to leave today if you don't apologize!"
Fujiwara also stood up, with anger on his face, and an actor next to him stood up and poured wine on his face, "What's the matter, Little Japan, it's still upset, right?"
"You guys... You guys are so cruel, cramming your pants!" Fujiwara yelled and said a lot.
Tamura persuaded him, "Fuji Harasan, Youuna..."
Fujiwara waved his hand. The half glass of wine he had just drunk was already on his head, and the more he spoke, the more excited he got, and he actually smashed a bowl.
"What kind of bird language do you say! Speak human language!" The special guests were reluctant.
"One Ki Matthew!" Tamura frowned and persuaded, he regretted coming to the appointment today.
A man stood up and blocked the door of the private room, and Fujiwara shouted: "Let me out!" A slap fell on his face, and the other party pointed at his nose with gloomy eyes, "I killed you in the play, but outside the play. Don't drag me with you. If you don't apologize for TM today, you just don't want to get out of this door!"
For a moment, the sentiment was exciting, and every Chinese was full of national pride. Lao Wang patted his companion's hand and said: "The little Japan bullied us back then. Now that China is rich and strong, it is our turn to bully them, haha!"