The contract for the leading actor has already been signed, so the start date is not too far away.
"My Stepfather" currently only plans to shoot 30 episodes, which can be called "short" in today's era where TV dramas are getting longer and longer.
But there is no way, the budget is really tight. For these 30 episodes, I still have to work hard to catch up with the filming!
Before starting the machine, Wen Mingjiang decided to have a good talk with Mei Zihan.
If Mei Zihan's performance is good, it's best to pass one or two, which can save a lot of money. But at the same time, Wen Mingjiang has some confidence in the teacher's vision, but not so much confidence in his own script.
At night, Wen Mingjiang, Mei Zihan, and Jiang Ying went to a barbecue restaurant to find a private room, chatting while grilling skewers, and estimated that the budget would not exceed 300 yuan.
In this way, Mei Zihan had a deeper understanding of the poverty of the crew.
It seems that as a young actor in the 38th line, he is quite rich.
Maybe Mei Zihan hasn't eaten barbecue for a long time, and I feel sorry for my stomach if I don't eat a few skewers in summer.
At first, he was worried about his own image. After all, Mei Zihan's skewers were not very good-looking, and Jiang Ying was studying abroad, so Mei Zihan was quite restrained in his actions.
But what I didn't expect was that Mei Zihan only ate two of the beef skewers when they were served, and Jiang Ying had already finished half of them.
He eats harder than himself.
After eating, Jiang Ying still felt that the beef was roasted too old, and it would be better to brush a layer of oil while roasting.
This is the biggest difference between a boss who can cook and a salted fish who can only eat.
Mei Zihan has only two judgments on food, "It's better than last time" and "It's worse than last time."
As for the difference in the middle, I'm sorry, he can't taste it at all.
Not to be outdone, Mei Zihan no longer held back any scruples, and ate heartily.
Wen Mingjiang glanced at the two people, then silently turned on his mobile phone to check his Yu'e Bao, to see if he had enough money to pay the bill.
I thought that eating barbecue would save money, but now it seems that it is better to eat buffet.
But, there are no boxes for the buffet.
Chinese people like to talk about things at the wine table, and Mei Zihan found that Wen Mingjiang had started talking nonsense when he was less than 80% full after eating and drinking.
—God knows that Wen Mingjiang has the face of a northern man who can drink, but he actually gets drunk with a bottle of beer? It really makes people sigh "a person cannot be judged by his appearance."
"You two don't know, my father is a poor man, really, very poor." Wen Mingjiang hiccupped, his eyes began to blur.
Poor thing, this little guy is really drunk.
"Director, you are drunk." Mei Zihan hurriedly asked the boss to serve a pot of iced sour plum soup to soothe Wen Mingjiang.
But Wen Mingjiang started to get confused.
Seeing Mei Zihan's refusal, he began to speak indiscriminately.
"He is a college student, do you know? When we were young, college students were so valuable. But he guarded me and my brothers all his life, and he didn't dare to go too far. Because my neighbor's child was kidnapped .But...But, my two older brothers and I are not his, his children."
... This is big stuff.
Of the three children, none of them belonged to him
Mei Zihan was still in the mood to complain silently. After thinking about it, the script I want to act in seems to be based on the real life of the director.
Since he is a "stepfather", he must not be a relative.
But this is someone else's housework, I'm just a young actor, so don't know too much.
Classic routines in TV dramas, knowing too much will not end well!
Wen Mingjiang broke the big news, lying on the table and crying, he didn't have the slightest burden of being an idol of a handsome guy.
Facts have proved that except for Jiang Ying, most handsome guys are ugly when they cry.
Mei Zihan felt distracted for a moment.
"He promised my mother that he would raise us well. My mother was a great beauty when she was young, but no matter how beautiful she was, with three boys, it was difficult to live after her husband died. Later, she married Got a jerk."
Wen Mingjiang smashed the table, "That's really a bastard, beat women, and later became obsessed with gambling. My mother was pregnant with my sister at the time, and she was beaten and aborted. At that time, my father was a college student who had just returned, visiting relatives , I met my mother, took pity on her, and helped her get a divorce. However, some people in the village began to gossip... "
Mei Zihan's small thoughts immediately disappeared without a trace, and instead he seemed a little embarrassed.
He realizes that he may have heard the director's privacy, and it's not so good privacy anyway.
Mei Zihan turned to look at Jiang Ying, only to find that Jiang Ying had also stopped eating and drinking.
Although the director is drunk, at least respect is indispensable.
"Later, they got together. My dad didn't have any relatives. He came back to visit relatives, but it turned out to be grave-sweeping. He pitied my mother, liked my mother, and liked us. When my mother was dying, he took me I sat next to my brother’s hand, and she asked us to be filial to my dad. My dad really didn’t remarry because of us. He used to force me to study. Why does my father care about me?' I really regret it, really... "
Mei Zihan couldn't think of any words of comfort.
The child wants to support but does not wait for the relatives, which has always been the biggest problem between parents and children.
When I was young, I was ignorant, and I could say many ugly words to my relatives smoothly, without knowing how hurtful what I said was.
When I get older and realize that I was wrong, I have no way of apologizing.
Wen Mingjiang didn't need any consolation, he just wanted to talk to someone.
"By the time I was in college, my father was diagnosed with stomach cancer. He used to feed us, and he seldom had enough to eat. Three young boys, what a lot to eat, but I was never hungry. My brothers were more than I can do it, but no amount of money can save him. During the Ching Ming Festival, my elder brother said, 'Brother, please make a play for our dad. He used to watch the TV series you wrote as a screenwriter every day.'”
Wen Mingjiang stood up suddenly, and rushed in front of Mei Zihan, feeling a little unsteady.
"Master said, no one watches such a TV series, it must be changed, a big change. I can understand, really, I can bear the bloody and sensational changes. As long as it can be broadcast, I can accept the main characters unchanged. , I will definitely work very, very hard to shoot."
As long as it can be filmed and broadcast, he can sacrifice a lot of things.
He and his master had written many of these goofy dramas before, and even secretly swore that the first drama he would make in the future would definitely not be such things. But the principle and so on can be completely given up under this drama.
As long as this can be filmed, as long as this can be broadcast.
Mei Zihan has filmed many scenes of "dead parents, dead wives, dead children", but the scenes are fake, and the love is also fake. Now, once things come true, it will be particularly sad and pitiful when placed on the body of a real person.
"I didn't act well before, I..." Mei Zihan wanted to express his feelings, but when the words came to his lips, he could barely speak.
If Wen Mingjiang didn't say these things, he could take over the show naturally and follow his own pace.
Wen Mingjiang said it.
Mei Zihan had no way to tell himself that he could do whatever he wanted in this play.
Wen Mingjiang is a new director, and he is under a lot of pressure, that's why he said so many things after being drunk.
These words should not have been said.
Talking too much nonsense will only make him appear unprofessional, and if he sells miserably, he will be disgusted by others. If he is a bit vicious, he will even think that he is spending his father.
But these words were held back in his heart for a long, long time.
The money is paid by the brothers, the story is changed by the teacher, and the people are friends who participated in friendship.
He was like a poor debt-ridden man building himself a house out of scraps, not knowing if he could actually build it.
I can't let my brother's money go to waste, I can't let my teacher's heart go to waste, I can't let my ideals be shattered, and I can't let my father feel regretful even in the sky.
As an actor, Mei Zihan knew clearly that Wen Mingjiang was telling the truth.
Even though he had no contact with Wen Mingjiang before this, he wanted to cry after Wen Mingjiang said such alcoholic words.
I want to cry.
But after the instigator finished speaking such a long paragraph, he began to fall asleep.
"Jiang Ying, I remember you said that such a script must be performed with real emotions to make the audience feel the same grief, right?" Mei Zihan asked suddenly.
"At the very least, you must first impress the actor himself." Jiang Ying replied, "If even you think the script is fake and cannot convince yourself that it is true, then what you perform will not be considered fake by others."
If one day, you can perform a scene that makes the audience still feel out of breath and want to cry after a few years, even ten or ten years later, then you can be called superb .
It might sound a little cold.
But Jiang Ying felt that this was probably the best script Mei Zihan had encountered since his debut, and perhaps in the next few years.