"Dead makeup?" When Xiao Zhang heard this, he sighed and was about to speak. Suddenly a man rushed out of the room screaming. He just rushed out. He took a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He fanned his hand, looked back at the noise inside, shrugged, muttered, snorted, and walked over here, because it was so dark, he didn't seem to notice Xiao Zhang and the others. He just approached, suddenly He was caught and covered his mouth.
"what-"
The man screamed, it was indeed true.
"It's me, Xiao Chang." Xiao Zhang approached his face and said.
"Ah—" Xiao Chang screamed again, as if frightened excessively.
"It's me, the production assistant, Mr. Wang asked me to come to you." Xiao Zhang explained again.
When Xiao Chang heard the words "production assistant", he woke up, blinked, Xiao Zhang nodded to Xiao Yue who was covering his mouth, Xiao Yue released his hand, Xiao Chang gasped loudly, and asked for a long while. : "You... Assistant Zhang, why are you here?"
"It's not that you are not up for it!" When Xiao Zhang heard this, he was not angry, took out the script from his pocket, pointed to the script and asked angrily: "I'm asking you, how did you do it, the villain made it? It’s just the wrong person, but how did the ghost put on the wrong makeup? How did the ghost turn into an old man? I ask you, in the coffin is the old lady, where did the old man come from? It’s a mess! And the cat face, which should have been How can Sadako look like a cat face? I really convinced you, Xiao Chang!"
Xiao Chang's expression suddenly changed when he heard this.
"What's the matter with you?" Xiao Zhang got angry. Seeing that Xiao Chang was silent, his face was pale, and he became more annoyed, and pushed him: "Xiao Chang, I said, you are also a veteran of makeup, and you have been in the crew for a long time. , How come the genders of men and women are wrong, let you draw a ghost old lady, you turned into an old man?"
"Brother Zhang." When Xiao Chang heard this, his face became paler and almost transparent, and he swallowed and said: "I... listen to me."
Before he could finish his words, Xiao Zhang continued: "Also, the one at the top of the stairs is obviously in the shape of Sadako. You can also make a mistake about this. I really convinced you."
"The cat's face at the stairs." Xiao Chang murmured.
"Yeah, the stairs are not for that...what...what is the name of the round-faced girl who applied for the job." Xiao Zhang looked at Xiaoyue, but saw that Xiaoyue was playing with the contents of the cosmetic bag, and he didn't even listen to him. What, snorted, and said, "By the way, I said, the girl just came, I can't remember, Director Yang didn't mean that she should play Sadako at the top of the stairs."
"I'm playing Sadako." When Xiao Chang heard this, his face suddenly became very weird, staring at Xiao Zhang.
Xiao Zhang was so frizzled by him, he glared back at him: "What are you doing? What did Director Yang do? I'll look for him in a while and it's all messed up.
"I... hehe." Xiaochang suddenly smiled intriguingly: "Yes, it's Director Yang's fault."
…
At this time, everyone in the Fengmen Pavilion was being chased by the ghost old man and running around. Because the ghost-playing Lao Yu was running slowly, everyone ran and didn't run anymore, and they all started to walk.
So a weird situation happened. Because everyone didn't know how to do it well, they had to line up around the hall, and the ghost seemed to be tired from running, so he limped after everyone, turning around like this. Everyone is not afraid, but impatient.
"I said" Xiao Sun couldn't help it walking, and patted Xiao Li in front of him: "I said, yes, what are we doing? This is not a ghost movie, this is jumping in the square. Dance."
Xiao Li was a little scared at first, but now he is not afraid anymore. He turned around and looked at the old ghost chasing behind him. He burst out with a laugh, suddenly remembering something, looking around and asking, "Dor Yang, right? Where's Brother Chen? He? What are we going to do without filming?"
At this moment, director Yang Ye was standing in the corner of the stairs, staring at the people moving around in the hall. Seeing the crowd circle around, the old ghost followed limpingly, frowning, and said in his heart. What kind of movie is this, it’s obviously a variety show, and it’s more noisy than a variety show. I was so annoyed, thinking about being bored, I took a cigarette out of my pocket and was about to light it, and suddenly I heard a sound from behind, "Okay." what."
Yang Ye was startled, the lighter in his hand fell to the ground with a "click", and when he turned his head, he saw Old Chen with blood-red eyes, carrying the camera and running straight towards the group of people.
The crowd was circling the hall. The old man couldn't catch up. He was holding his knees to catch his breath. Suddenly he received a violent blow behind him. He staggered with a sound of "Ah". When he turned around, he saw Lao Chen carrying the camera with his hair all over. He stood up and kept shouting: "Quick, run."
Hearing this, the old man gritted his teeth and started running again. Everyone had already started to walk. When they saw the old man running up, he screamed and ran up. All of a sudden, the living room was in chaos again.
"Xiao Li, what is this for? Is this a marathon?" Xiao Sun ran out of breath, a little impatient, and asked Xiao Li bitterly: "Where is the director, I said? The next step? What should I do? How come I don’t even have a script, and the director doesn’t know where to go? Or I’ll look for it."
"No." Xiao Li Hu shook his head with a face: "Have you never heard of it? One-shot, live broadcast, we all have to revolve around Lao Chen's camera, because many viewers are watching us." , Xiao Li snarled at the old Chen behind him.
At this time, Old Chen seemed to be mad, and kept following everyone, looking at the camera, with blood-red eyes, shouting: "go!go!go!";
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Directing room in the tent
Everyone stared at the people on the screen and looked at each other. The female secretary next to him cautiously said: "Mr. Wang, this... I'm afraid it's not good, right? They are not acting in a ghost movie, oh, like running a marathon, the ghost behind can't catch up. Kind."
When these words were spoken, everyone wanted to laugh, but when they saw Wang Producer's face sullen, they desperately held back.
Producer Wang couldn't be in the mood to laugh. He looked up at the large screen opposite—the viewing room. Investors were staring at everything in Fengmen Pavilion. They were probably impatient. Some were playing on mobile phones, and some were whispering. Only the most important investor, Lao Yang, stared at the screen without a second glance, his face was the same color as the light on the screen—glowing green.
Not good.
Producer Wang was anxious, looked back at the people in the tent, and asked, "Xiao Zhang? Where did Xiao Zhang die?"
"Mr. Wang, have you forgotten? Xiao Zhang has passed." The female secretary reminded.
When Production Wang heard this, his face became more embarrassed, and he stamped his feet and said: "Xiao Zhang, this bastard, Yang Ye is not reliable, he is not reliable, what the hell are they doing? A program-the perspective is fixed, and if this continues, this film will be lost!"