Chapter 12 A Treat
“Hoo!”
On the bed, Qin Chuan took away the exorcism tools and exhaled heavily.
The Qiao Feng played by Hu Jun is already very similar to the novel, but the aura of Qiao Feng in the dream is even more powerful.
Only after entering the psychology of the waiter in the store did he realize the depression.
If he were asked to play the waiter role again now, his performance would definitely be several times better than during the day.
He raised his hand and glanced at his watch. Only five minutes had passed.
Zhou Haopeng didn't come back either.
Grabbing a pen and paper, Qin Chuan wrote another short biography, this time with Qiao Feng as the protagonist, and the other two characters were still the waiter and the shopkeeper of the inn.
Fifteen minutes later.
Qin Chuan woke up again, took off the Nuo tools, and rubbed his brows tiredly: "Why didn't I find this problem before?"
"It turns out that the more complex the character is, the more mental energy is consumed."
He didn't feel much after playing the waiter in a shop, but after playing Qiao Feng, he felt as depressed as a director.
The reason is that he added too many things to Qiao Feng in the biography.
A Khitan man, his parents were killed when he was still an infant. He was adopted as a child and studied kung fu with Shaolin masters. When he grew up, he fought with masters from all walks of life and killed countless enemies.
Later, my adoptive father and mother, my mentor were killed one after another, and my beloved woman was also killed by myself...
A series of labels were applied to create the character Qiao Feng. The characters in the dream come alive, which is quite good.
It’s just more energy-consuming.
This is just a rough biography written by Qin Chuan. If he really wanted to include all the stories about Qiao Feng in The Eight Parts of the Dragon into the biography, he might have to die in his dream.
Not daring to lead... to dream again, the exhausted Qin Chuan put away the Nuo tools and lay down to sleep.
The next day, it was still dark.
Qin Chuan got up and washed up. Zhou Haopeng, who came back in the middle of the night, was woken up. He looked up at him while lying on the bed and said confusedly: "There are no supporting actors today, only a few supporting actors and a bunch of extras."
"It costs 30 yuan a day to perform as an extra. Why do you have to work so hard? You might as well just sleep."
The pay for extras is low, you can't learn anything, and no one with a certain "status" in the crew even bothers to work.
The people who do this work are unskilled rural old men and women from the surrounding towns and uncles and aunts who have finished the crops.
For example, with the actors and actresses, Wu Tai and the others only went to the scene when they had big jobs. Today, everyone slept in or prepared to eat, drink and have fun.
"I'm free when I'm free. I'll go over and play." Qin Chuan said while rinsing his mouth.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Thirty yuan is enough to feed him for several days.
Moreover, the crew provides breakfast and lunch, so you can save money on two meals if you go there.
"It's up to you." Zhou Haopeng fell asleep.
Wu Tai worked very hard, he exercised a lot and was beaten. Last night he filmed the night scene until midnight, and now he can't even open his eyes and is so tired.
After Qin Chuan washed up, he changed his clothes and went out with a notebook and ballpoint pen for writing a biography.
A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. I plan to write down interesting characters when I see them on the set, and then act them in my dreams after get off work.
When he arrived at the set, Qin Chuan immediately informed the group of his identity as an actor and offered to act as an extra.
The extra actor was a little confused: "You really want to act."
Yesterday, because there were several big scenes, some of the other actors were called over to join in because of temporary shortcomings.
Everything is fine today, why is Qin Chuan here?
The actors in the group already have a small status in the crew. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the ceiling that ordinary group actors can reach in this life.
This type of person is usually a graduate of a film academy, or an experienced actor who has been in the industry for a certain number of years.
They have long disliked group performances.
Qin Chuan still said the same thing: "Idleness is idleness."
"Okay, I'll write down your name." The group leader agreed to Qin Chuan's request.
One more extra and one less extra. For him, it's a matter of lip service and lip service.
This little face can still be given.
…
Qin Chuan played the role of a passerby on the street today. He chose a slightly cleaner ancient costume, changed into it, and waited for breakfast... to put on his makeup.
The person who put on his makeup was Wang Tingting, an acquaintance from yesterday.
"Your hair is a bit thick. It's troublesome to get a wig. It's easy to put on. Didn't I ask you to cut it yesterday?" "What time did I finish work yesterday? Where can I find a barber shop?" A haircut costs five yuan, and Qin Chuan also has some money. Reluctant to part with it, he looked at Wang Tingting and asked, "Can you cut hair?"
"Yes."
The crew has a dedicated hairstylist who can fix different hairstyles for the actors according to the director's requirements.
But makeup artists who have been in the industry for a long time will more or less do haircuts.
"Sister Tingting, please help me cut it."
While away from home, Qin Chuan plans to have sex for nothing while being diligent and thrifty in running the house.
Wang Tingting rolled her eyes: "You have a beautiful idea, but it's not impossible. Don't blame me if you get an ugly haircut."
"I believe in your craftsmanship. You are so beautiful, so your craftsmanship is not bad."
Qin Chuan flattered Wang Tingting so much that he was very happy and promised to cut it for him when he finished his work later.
After more than an hour, Wang Tingting, who had finished her work, borrowed tools from her colleagues to give Qin Chuan a haircut.
Afraid that the director would see her and say she was not doing business, she secretly pulled Qin Chuan to a remote corner.
"Sit down, little Qinchuan, I'm going to start."
"Don't move your head around later, otherwise I won't be responsible if it stings you, and I won't be responsible if it bleeds."
"Take this condom over your head."
"Sister Tingting, don't lie to me because I don't study well. Isn't this called a cloth?"
"Shut up, are you a professional or am I a professional."
All preparations were in place, and just when Wang Tingting was about to use the scissors, Qin Chuan said quickly: "Wait a minute."
"What, you regret it?" Wang Tingting's scissors stopped in mid-air.
"No, you haven't asked me what haircut I should get."
"What kind of haircut do you want, let's talk about it first. Sister, I don't know many tricks, just a few, such as the back..."
Qin Chuan knew she was going to drive, so he interrupted: "Cut the back and the left and right sides short, and thin the top of the head."
"Okay." Wang Tingting curled her lips in displeasure and began to operate.
Accompanied by a crisp click sound and the buzzing sound of the clipper, Qin Chuan's desired hairstyle soon came out.
"Sister, shave your sideburns and trim your forehead. My previous center-parted texture will change..."
Qin Chuan's many requests almost made Wang Tingting's hair explode, and she wanted to insert scissors into his Tianling Cap.
"Do you know what kind of boys bother me the most?"
"What kind?"
"The cock is crooked."
Qin Chuan: "..."
After a few minutes, the scarf was removed, and Qin Chuan stood up and patted the rags of hair on his body.
"Sister Ting, thank you very much. I will treat you to dinner another day."
Wang Tingting said nothing and looked at him carefully.
After cutting off his previously long hair, Qin Chuan became a spirited boy, which means very spirited in the literal sense.
Coupled with his delicate face and height of over 1.8 meters, he is quite handsome.
"Don't change the day, let's do it at night. We'll finish early today."
"Ah." Qin Chuan was confused.
Another day as an adult, next time, if there is a chance, there is almost no meaning of next time.
If he wants to have money to treat him to a meal, does he still need Wang Tingting's craftsmanship?
The two hundred yuan I brought from Peiping now only have more than one hundred and seventy yuan left, and the crew will have to wait a month for wages to be paid.
Although you usually have free accommodation and food on the set, you still have to spend money to buy food outside when you are not on set.
It's a bit tight to treat Wang Tingting to a meal, so I might have to fuck him for one hundred and eighty seconds.
After calculating this, a lot has been included.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have had sex in vain.
"Aren't you happy?" Wang Tingting said with narrowed eyes.
"I'm glad, I'm glad." Qin Chuan nodded with tears in his eyes.
(End of chapter)