"Mr. Wang, do you see what's going on?" The production assistant Xiao Zhang pointed at the screen with the script, frowned and said, "This... this... No, you see, the lines are wrong, and this villain It's not Old Chen either. Isn't Old Chen obviously stealing the show?"
Production Wang was standing in the corner of the tent making a call. His face grew gloomy when he heard this. After he hung up the phone, he handed it to the female secretary next to him. He looked back at the screen and took a vicious puff of cigarette: "Why not? Right?"
"Now, look, Mr. Wang, the crazy villain we arranged should be the director, but how did Lao Chen steal the limelight from the first villain, and this director Yang Ye is like a okay person, you see, you see Seeing that the leader is paying attention, Xiao Zhang stood up, stepped aside, pointed to the screen and said: "Hey, the lines of Lao Chen just now, what else can be done, it should be the lines of the director."
"The director in this play was supposed to be played by President Jiang. Unfortunately, after the mountain, President Jiang's team fell behind, and he has not contacted the mountain until now." The assistant next to him kindly reminded.
"Jiang hasn't contacted yet?" Wang Producer frowned again when he remembered what the investor had said in the studio at the foot of the mountain. After groping, he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and took out a lighter. , While said: "Speaking of which, where did he lead the team to go. Just now, Mr. Yang, the investor, was furious with me and said that the TV station called over and asked why the situation was not right."
"I don't know, I haven't been in contact until now." The female secretary behind him cautiously said.
"Mr. Wang." Xiao Zhang seemed to move cleverly and slapped his thigh: "That's right. Originally, Mr. Jiang was chosen as the director of the villain for the role, but he hadn't arrived, so I had to let Director Yang come on top. The guide was not prepared, so I let Old Chen replace it, right?"
"Yes, yes, that's it." Several special effects artists nearby echoed.
Producer Wang didn't speak, staring at the screen and smoking ceaselessly.
At this moment the bell on the screen was already shaking. Several people sat cross-legged in the middle. The candles were swaying in the wind, reflecting the faces of several people. In an unknown corner, the coffin was rattling and a hand stretched out...
"The effect is not bad." Mr. Wang seemed to be very satisfied with the effect. He turned his head and stared at another screen. That screen was the studio under the mountain. Several project investors were sitting there and watching. The lead investor, Lao Yang, was talking with him. People were whispering, but there was no dissatisfaction on their faces.
"That's okay." Producer Wang stared at the screen in the studio, seeming to breathe a sigh of relief. He looked back at the secret room, put his cigarette butt on the ground, and stepped on his foot. People, make do with it."
As he was talking, there was a terrifying scream from the screen, and I saw Xiaoying in the Fengmen Pavilion turned her head and pointed at a ghost, screaming sharply: "Ah, ghost." As he said, he frantically went outside the door. Ran, but ran to the door, seeming to think of something, and then stopped in fright, turned back and leaned against the door, watching tremblingly.
At this time, everyone saw the ghost, and saw its face gray, disheveled, wearing a Republican coat, reaching out to them, like a zombie.
"Ahhh-"
The crowd ran away, Xiao Ying bit her lip, remembering that she should go to the hero Huang Han at this time, but she looked around, where Huang Han was seen, but the little grandson... By the way, the little grandson is bold! Xiaoying thought of this, and hurriedly looked for Xiao Sun's figure, and saw Xiao Sun running to the back of the stairs, and the ghost was chasing Xiao Li, biting his lip, and running along the wall to chase Xiao Sun. On the stairs, I saw Xiao Sunzheng shrinking behind the stairs, crouching and not knowing what he was doing, so he grabbed it and shouted, "Brother Sun, Brother Sun, where are we going to hide—ah."
As he was talking, suddenly Xiao Sun turned his head, it turned out to be a cat's face.
"Ah—" Xiaoying screamed in horror, rolled her eyes and fainted to the ground...
"Great, great." Seeing this situation, Old Chen watched the camera ran over and saw the cat face. Not only was he not afraid, but instead pointed the camera at the cat face man and laughed. : "Good, good, great..."
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"It's not right, Mr. Wang." Xiao Zhang looked back at Producer Wang with a bitter face while holding the script: "This... how can this ghost be a male ghost, isn't it a good old lady? Excuse me, and, The cat-faced person is not right. What we set here is the image of Sadako. How can he be a cat-faced person? How did it happen?"
When Wang produced this, he was in a daze. He raised his head and scorned, and then asked his secretary: "Where is the makeup artist? Where is the makeup artist?"
"President Wang." The female secretary peeked into his face and said cautiously: "Because President Jiang's team is missing and lacks staff, so the makeup artist is also on the court."
"This is a live broadcast!" Upon hearing this, Wang produced it as if he couldn't help it. He pointed to the big screen in the live broadcast room opposite, and shouted: "Investors are watching here, how can you tell me? The audience watched it. The video sites are all recommended on the homepage, and there are more than 100,000 people who watched it. What do you think?"
Everyone in the broadcasting tent looked at each other in panic and at a loss.
"Or else, Mr. Wang." Xiao Zhang saw that everyone was speechless, and coughed softly: "I'm going, I'm very familiar with scripts. I was in charge of scripts, but the screenwriter followed Mr. Jiang. The team is missing, or I will tell them."
"You don't know how to put on makeup." When Wang produced this, his anger was slightly reduced, but he was still aggressive.
"Mr. Wang, I'm a little better." Suddenly, a young voice rang in the corner. Everyone followed the voice. It was a field job just hired. The name was Xiaoyue. He was about 20 years old. He was so stupid and stupid. He is honest and honest, because of his strength, he does all the hard work in the crew.
"You can put on makeup?" Wang Producer looked at him up and down, as if he didn't believe it.
"Yes." Na Xiaoyue patted his chest and said with a face: "Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I used to do this in my hometown. Really, or I will give you a test."
"Mr. Wang, there is no time left." Xiao Zhang heard this and hurriedly said: "Since he knows how to transform, let him go. In short, it's not about transforming beautiful women, but transforming ghosts. How ugly it is to come."
When the filmmaker Wang heard this, he said in his heart. Since this silly boy can, let him try it. It doesn't matter if he doesn't apply makeup to beautiful women, so he nodded and said: "Okay, then Xiao Zhang, you take makeup tools and hurry. In the past, how did you do it, how did you turn the old lady into an old man? Fortunately, Lao Chen's camera is not clear, so I will change it for him.
"Okay." Seeing that the leader agreed, Xiao Zhang was very happy. He hurriedly grabbed the cosmetic bag from the back of the tent and hooked to Xiao Yue: "Go, hurry, hurry, there is busy over there, let's go quickly. "
Xiaoyue was re-used by the leader and was very happy. He hurriedly followed Xiao Zhang out of the tent. Just when he went out, he saw a cool air blowing on his face. It was on the mountain at this time, and the clear mountain breeze was blowing on his face. The whole body shuddered.
"It's quite cold on the mountain." Xiao Zhang turned his head and handed the cosmetic bag to Xiao Yue: "Time is tight. Although the journey is not far, it's just over a cliff, but we might have to run over."
"Okay, I'm the best at this." Xiao Yue carried the cosmetic bag on his back and patted his chest.
Seeing Xiaoyue obedient, Xiao Zhang smiled, tightened his shoelaces, patted his chest and said: "Then let's start, we are ready to start—" As he said, he ran forward frantically. Xiaoyue let out a hey, and followed. Both of them were young and old. They were in a hurry. They quickly bypassed the cliff and ran to the Fengmen Pavilion. He heard constant screams from far away.
"That's right." When he ran to the door, Xiao Zhang stopped panting, and saw that Lao Chen was running around with the camera on his shoulders. He didn't dare to enter, so he hurriedly pulled Xiaoyue and said, "Don't, don't go in, Lao Chen's camera is shooting. Now, let's not expose it."
"Okay." Xiao Yue seemed to be very experienced, followed Xiao Zhang and hid by the door, squatted down, took a breath, put down the cosmetic bag, opened the zipper, and began to take out the contents one by one.
Xiao Zhang saw that Xiaoyue's movements were very skillful, and his heart became more heartfelt, saying: "Xiaoyue, I didn't expect you to really know how to make up. By the way, where did you learn make up in your hometown before? Did you Lan Xiang technical school?"
"No, I put makeup on the dead bodies in our village." Xiaoyue said without looking up.