A trace of bright red blood smeared out from the white shirt.
Fei Qin looked at the blood gushing out of his chest with a puzzled expression, but it seemed to be very long and long, and it lasted for a lifetime.
The woman he loved killed him with her own hands, and killed him for another man.
How unhappy he was!
But what can he do, he is going to die, at her hands, is this another kind of benevolence
"Toxic Delicious" uses simultaneous sound and on-site radio, so as long as the filming is official, everyone on the scene will try not to make any sound, so as not to interfere with the filming.
This is a single long shot, and the last shot of Yu Siyang in the crew. Two cameras are aimed at him at the same time. Hong Zhehao is eating a small cookie and standing behind Peng Zhigao. Yu Siyang's performance is on the monitor.
This long shot can be said to be the most difficult scene for Fei Qin's character. The horror of death, the unwillingness of his beloved woman to kill him, and the relief of relief must be conveyed to the audience through the micro-expressions of his eyes and face.
Yu Siyang has filmed this scene five times. Hong Zhehao also watched him never understand his meaning, but now he can express the emotions of the characters. He couldn't help but sigh, Yu Siyang's acting skills are really good, and his learning ability is also strong.
On the other hand, I was once praised as a talented actor, but I wasted a few years and got the reputation of "facial paralysis acting".
If he hadn't wasted his talent back then, and hadn't been stupid enough to believe that unspoken rules would also lead to true love, would he be able to get a Best Actor trophy now
Hong Zhehao ate a small biscuit in a depressed mood.
He really loves Mu Chen, but Mu Chen just treats him as a little star who cares for him. When he loves him, he is naturally pampered, and when he hates it, he abandons him.
Sadly, I had to break my head to believe this fact.
"It's just a stuff to relieve boredom" - this is Mu Chen's feelings for him over the past few years and his definition of a person.
Giving the most beautiful years to a scum, he is really stupid.
Hong Zhehao smiled wryly and ate another cookie, and then... he saw his manager staring at him with fire-breathing eyes.
He immediately reflexively hid the little biscuits behind him, and he didn't have time to hurt the spring and autumn again.
Ouch... I was caught stealing a cookie, what should I do? what to do
Didn't Brother Yang say that something happened today, why did you come to the set? Why not come earlier or come later
It's dead, it's dead, it's dead!
The agent hooked his fingers, Hong Zhehao obediently walked over, and obediently handed over the biscuits.
The agent motioned him to go out with his eyes and said, Hong Zhehao's scalp suddenly tightened, and he followed out obediently.
"I'll ask Director Peng to take a leave later, Mr. Mu is looking for you." The agent said while eating cookies.
Hong Zhehao originally watched sadly as he ate his own biscuits, but when he heard this, he suddenly sank and said, "Don't go."
"Which President Mu do you think is looking for you?" The agent was very satisfied with his response, "It's Chairman Mu."
"Chairman?" Hong Zhehao asked blankly, "Why is Chairman Mu looking for me?"
"How do I know, I'm going to tell Director Peng." The agent shrugged and hurried over when the camera was over.
Hong Zhehao also followed and said to Yu Siyang, who repeatedly looked at the monitor: "Yu Siyang, sorry, the chairman of our company has something to do with me, and I may not be able to make it to your banquet."
"It's okay." Yu Siyang was still wearing a "bloody" shirt, "I'll treat you to dinner when I'm free."
"You make it for me?" Hong Zhehao's eyes were shining.
He pretended to be arrogant before, only willing to eat the high-end hotel package bought by his assistant, but he missed so many excellent delicacies.
Compared with what Yu Siyang did, the ghost premium package in the hotel was simply rubbish.
So, don't pretend to be coercive, and be struck by lightning if you pretend to be coercive.
"Still eating!" The agent stood behind him, and said with full of malice, "You have a fat physique, you forgot? Your abdominal muscles are about to change from six to one. Do you still want to? Turn them all into fat?"
Hong Zhehao: "..."
Don't demolish me in front of so many people, Brother Yang.
The people who heard it all moved their eyes to Hong Zhehao's stomach involuntarily.
Hong Zhehao couldn't help but took a step back, his gaze seemed to be ripping off his clothes, so terrifying.
"Hehe, I'll go first." After speaking, he ran away.
Yu Siyang looked at Hong Zhehao's back and smiled, and went to the dressing room to have the costumer and props help him change his clothes and props, and re-shoot the long shot just now.
Hong Zhehao followed the agent back to the building where Fengyu Times was, stood at the door of the chairman's office, and asked nervously, "What is the matter with Mr. Mu looking for me? I always feel an ominous premonition."
"Okay, let's go in." The agent rolled his eyes, "If you don't go in again, the ominous premonition will get worse."
Hong Zhehao suddenly became more nervous, and knocked on the door tremblingly, and got the word "Come in". He turned his head and glanced at his manager, and pushed open the door of the chairman's room with a heroic expression.
"President Mu, are you looking for me?" After Hong Zhehao entered, he closed the office door.
Mu Zhifeng looked away from the computer screen and looked at the slightly nervous young man, "Xiaohong is here, sit down."
Hong Zhehao sat down on the chair opposite Mu Zhifeng and looked at Mu Zhifeng across the desk.
"Xiaohong, it's been five years since you've been with the company." Mu Zhifeng leaned on the back of the chair, still looking at him with an uncomfortable look.
Hong Zhehao nodded, "Three months, five years."
"You have a good memory." Mu Zhifeng laughed, "If I remember correctly, you signed a contract with the company for eight years, right?"
"Yes."
Everyone in the circle knows that the brokerage contract in the Fengyu era is the most demanding in the industry, and there is no one. Regardless of the length of time to sign, the company's commission is also high.
The income of artists these days is indeed ridiculously high, but their consumption is also high. All kinds of famous brands are packaged on the body, and I am afraid that I will be compared by others, or that the media will write something like "dirty" and "bad clothes".
The artists under the Abundance Times look bright on the outside, but in fact, after a few years, they have no wealth.
Hong Zhehao used to be helped by Mu Chen, but it was better.
Mu Zhifeng stopped going around in circles, and said bluntly: "I met Mr. Zhang from Jia Ce a few days ago. He is very optimistic about you and wants to transfer your brokerage contract. The company has agreed."
As if struck by lightning, Hong Zhehao stared at Mu Zhifeng with a pale face, and his mind was mixed for a while.
He had thought before that maybe the company would hide him or not give him good resources.
But he never thought that the company would give up on him directly.
Although Fengyu is not a very good company, although the company's commission is ridiculously high, but for five years, he has been in this company for five years. He never thought that one day, he would leave this company like this.
"President Mu, I..."
"The company is already going through the relevant procedures. You go to Jiace to find President Zhang next Monday. You will be a Jiace artist from now on."
Mu Zhifeng couldn't bear to break up with him, and let him go out directly.
Chen'er was about to get married, so he wouldn't let such a person who might become a calamity in the company again.
The absurd things before marriage can be ignored, and after marriage, they can no longer be confused with the previous people.
To say that there are so many little stars who have followed his son, this Hong Zhehao is the least discerning, it's just an unspoken rule, and he actually takes it seriously.
Don't say he is a man, even if he is a woman, the shepherd's family won't let an actor in.
However, he did not expect that he wanted to transfer Hong Zhehao out in the circle, and there were quite a lot of companies that wanted to accept it.
Jiace paid the most money, so he naturally gave it to Jiace.
Hong Zhehao walked out of the chairman's office with a pale face. The agent was waiting for him outside. Seeing that his face was not good, he hurriedly asked, "What did President Mu say to you?"
Hong Zhehao twitched the corners of his mouth, showing an ugly smile, "President Mu has transferred my management appointment to Jiace, I will no longer be an artist of the company, Brother Yang, thank you for taking care of you over the years, thanks to you, otherwise ..." I might just be debauched instead of reinvigorated.
"What did you say?" The agent was shocked, "Why has no one told me about such a big thing?"
"Let's go down first." Hong Zhehao pressed the elevator.
The two entered the elevator, one with a pale face and the other with a dark face, and both remained silent.
After finding an empty lounge, Hong Zhehao sat on the sofa and smiled bitterly: "I can probably guess why this is happening."
The agent nodded, and he guessed it too.
But that didn't reduce his anger at all.
After this incident, Hong Zhehao is like rebirth from Nirvana. He works harder than when he was a rookie, and has become a lot more humble in the crew.
He is sure that at least three years, Hong Zhehao will earn a Best Actor trophy.
At this time, the company has done such a shitty thing, giving potential artists to other companies, leaving a bunch of people who can only be seen by their faces. Deserving of the prosperous era, they can't compare to Quanxing, let alone Quanxing. , Jiace, Huayu, and Xingkong are all incomparable.
"Zhehao, when you go to a new company, you have to work harder so that others can't find a reason to give up on you." The agent said earnestly, "You are very talented, don't waste yourself anymore."
"I know, Brother Yang." Hong Zhehao whispered.
"Brother Yang can no longer protect you in the future. You are so stupid. You have to learn to be smarter and don't offend people easily, but you can't be bullied casually. When it's time to fight back, you have to fight back."
"You don't know how to deal with interpersonal relationships. If your agent is not as good as Brother Yang, you should learn from Yu Siyang, smile more and talk less. You can invite everyone to eat if you have nothing to do, but don't do it yourself. If you eat it, people will hate you if you have food poisoning..."
The agent rambled on and said a lot of words, and Hong Zhehao couldn't help falling into tears when he listened to it.
"I know… "
"Okay, what are you crying about, big man!" The agent wiped his eyes carelessly, "I'll take you back, you can sleep, and tomorrow will be a brand new day."
Hong Zhehao nodded, followed the agent out of the building where the Abundant Era was located, and looked back at the towering building.
He thought he might never set foot here again.
When Hong Zhehao came home, he lay on the bed for a while, feeling stuffy and uncomfortable.
He tossed and turned on the bed for ten minutes. He couldn't stand the silence at home. He rolled over and got up from the bed, opened the closet and changed his clothes.
When it's so uncomfortable, it's just miserable to be alone.
Going to the crew now, I should be able to catch up with Yu Siyang's finale banquet.
Hong Zhehao thought to himself, anyway, Brother Yang can't control him anymore. When he is sad, he should eat and drink, and turn grief and anger into appetite.
After filming the last set of scenes, Yu Siyang took off his makeup, changed into a short-sleeved T-shirt with a hood and jeans, and followed the crew to the restaurant he ordered.
As soon as I arrived at the parking lot, I saw a car coming in quickly, with a beautiful tail swinging, parked in an empty parking space, the window was lowered, and Hong Zhehao stuck his head out and said, "Are you going to eat now?"
Yu Siyang nodded and said, "They said they were going to make skewers."
Hong Zhehao's eyes lit up, it's good to make skewers, he hasn't made skewers for a long time.
"Fortunately, you caught up." Yu Siyang said with a smile.
"Yeah." Hong Zhehao also laughed, "Fortunately, I caught up."