Return to the room.
The crew arranged a business suite.
If he forces it, he can also arrange a presidential cover.
But he doesn't have high requirements for accommodation.
Besides, Uncle Ge only lives in a suite, and he is still the first male.
Only the international chapter states strict accommodation and catering requirements in the contract.
Internationally, that's what it is.
The assistant had already helped him unpack his luggage and put his clothes and toiletries in convenient places.
He brought an assistant with him, and the crew arranged a standard room for Zhao Juerde.
Many big-name stars have a dozen or so assistants when they go out, and they even ask the crew to give their assistants high-end suites.
Some people even do it for the so-called "face" and "coffee status."
The crew will be required to provide their assistants with a higher standard of food and lodging than other actors.
It’s just to show that “even my little brother is bigger than you guys” and gain a sense of superiority.
Some people can even book during off-duty hours.
The fact that I left the show earlier than you and took off my makeup and returned to the hotel earlier means that my status is higher than yours and I am more popular than you.
Anyway, the less capable someone is, the more they have to find a sense of existence from these things.
Zhang Yuan has never heard of Brother Hua or Teacher Li Xuejian doing these tricks.
Sitting down in the room, I was about to take a drink of water and rest before going to the bathroom to wash up and go to sleep.
Then he suddenly recalled the person he saw in the corridor just now.
"He's so tall, and he walks with a steady and steady energy."
"I think I saw him at the funeral of Teacher Fu Biao before..."
Zhang Yuan squinted his eyes and remembered Song Jia, who came to express condolences with actor Chen Long that day. Wearing a pure black suit, she looked calm and quiet, but also revealed a charming charm.
"What is she doing here?"
"You're also filming nearby?"
Zhang Yuan muttered, without thinking much, he took off his coat and prepared to take a shower.
Thumb thump thump…
Just at the stall where he had just picked up his bathrobe, a knock on the door came from outside his house.
"Huh?" Zhang Yuan was stunned.
It can't be such a coincidence, right?
As soon as Song Jia arrived, someone knocked on my door in the middle of the night?
Could it be that I am going to get lucky?
But Song Jia and I didn’t know each other very well. We only became acquaintances at the funeral.
However, Teacher Song’s appearance and charm are quite special...
Zhang Yuan was thinking wildly while drinking, and opened the door at the same time.
Otherwise, there is no such thing as pie in the sky.
The person who came was naturally not the fair-skinned and beautiful Song Jia, but an old face with wrinkles and a short head.
"Uncle Li?"
Zhang Yuan took a look and saw that it was Zhang Li, the crew's director of photography.
"Hey hey hey..."
This Le's face was like a peach blossom, and his grin revealed big teeth yellowed by smoke.
"Is it convenient for you now?" This person said, peeking into the room through the crack in the door.
"It's convenient, come in."
After welcoming this old man into the house, Zhang Li looked around.
When he came to the window, he opened the curtains and looked back.
"It's so convenient for you. You really don't have anyone to accompany you?" After looking at it for a long time, Brother Zhang said something unexpectedly.
"Isn't this normal?" Zhang Yuan spread his hands in confusion.
"With your appearance, your figure and your current beauty, you can be a groom every night, so you can easily change your bride." Zhang Li didn't regard himself as an outsider and sat down on the sofa.
"Our crew has dozens of palace maidens and female supporting actors, how can you get them without even asking?"
"Okay, just take it as a compliment." Zhang Yuan replied with a smile, but he was thinking in his heart.
These old perverts in your imperial circle really dare to think and act.
It’s not that the young idols of later generations sleep with fans and have chaotic private lives, it’s just that you old people didn’t have the Internet when you were crazy.
Zhang Li happily took the initiative to disperse the cigarette for him, then cleared his throat and said.
"Today, I saw that the way you tied the rope to Zhang Ziyi was quite special?"
"Huh?" Zhang Yuan was stunned, why did he suddenly talk about this matter.
"Ahem, I'm quite interested."
Yoxi...Zhang Yuan realized instantly, this old boy wants to learn!
No wonder he, as a senior, took the initiative to spread cigarettes for me.
Hahaha, as expected of someone who has been married five times, and she really has fun... No!
Zhang Yuan reacted suddenly, as if there were threads connected together in front of his eyes.
"I just saw Song Jia at the elevator entrance coming to the hotel where our crew is staying in the middle of the night."
"Although we are just acquaintances, Miss Song knows me."
"But after she saw me, she didn't say hello, but left quickly."
"It was obvious that she didn't want anyone she knew to know she was here."
Zhang Yuan recalled again. At the funeral, Zhang Li was drooling over Song Jia. Liu Bei noticed the slanderous look on his face and glared at him several times.
"I came to play with a married man in the middle of the night. Of course I don't want anyone to know..."
"Uncle Li asked me to learn this, probably because he planned to play with Miss Song."
"Haha, despite your age, your ideas are really cool."
Zhang Yuan clarified his thoughts.
Then he calculated with his fingers that Teacher Liu Bei was not only Zhang Li's wife, but also probably pregnant.
Shaking his head, this is someone else's private matter and is beyond his control.
It's just that the top of Chen Long's head may have a leek-colored cloud.
After all, Zhang Li is a front-line photographer and a front-line TV series director. He is also a celebrity in the imperial circle and has a lot of resources at his disposal.
Of course there are many women who are willing to follow him.
No wonder I searched everywhere as soon as I entered the house, and felt strange when I found that there was no woman in the house.
Compare your heart to your heart and judge others by yourself, right?
Teach it.
People are willing to learn, but it is not an intangible inheritance, there is no core competitiveness, and there is no need to keep it secret.
It's just that Zhang Li is old and clumsy, so it's hard for him to learn this job.
Zhang Yuan can do it so smoothly mainly because Huang Zimen's craftsmanship makes his fingers much more flexible than ordinary people.
It took about an hour for Zhang Li to enter.
"You should be careful."
"Be careful to follow what I teach." Zhang Yuan warned.
"Okay, I get it!" Zhang Li replied cheerfully, still making gestures with his hands.
"Can you get up tomorrow after all this trouble?"
"Why, you still underestimate me?" Zhang Li glanced at him sideways, and then patted his trouser pocket: "I have medicine with me."
"Okay, I wish you a happy arrival soon."
"Fuck you!" Zhang Li laughed out loud at his pun, turned and left.
Early the next morning, Zhang Yuan came to the set and saw Zhang Li with dark circles under his eyes, drinking strong tea to relieve his fatigue.
"How's it going? Does it work?" Zhang Yuan stepped forward and asked with a smile.
"Don't mention it. I drank too much yesterday and couldn't remember things. You taught me to forget things when I turn around." Zhang Li was a little annoyed.
"And Guoer is still a little unhappy."
Guoer is the old imperial dialect, which means girl.
"You have to do it step by step." Zhang Li showed a look that every man knows: "Well, you can teach me when you have time."
"Okay." Zhang Yuan said helplessly.
If it weren't for the sake of getting something out of you, I wouldn't get involved in your nonsense.
What we are going to shoot today is the scene between Zhang Ziyi and Zhang Yuan.
International Chapter put on a light yellow chest-length skirt.
Zhang Yuan, on the other hand, is wearing the prince's iconic white robe, a mask on his head, and a quiver on his back.
The quiver contains not arrows, but the music scores of Yue people's songs.
The mask on his face is the male model mask of all the musicians in the film.
But the masks of the others are all pure white, but the mask of the prince will gradually become dirty and black over time, like ink stains on snow-white wool.
By the last scene, his mask was almost black and gray.
So this mask actually symbolizes the prince's psychological changes.
From pure and innocent to gradually turning dark, he hid from the world just because his father married his beloved Wan'er, hid in the mountains and forests, and indulged in the joy of singing and dancing.
When he learned that his father was dead, his uncle seized the throne and at the same time took away his beloved Wan'er again.
Not only that, but Habayashi Wei was also photographed killing him.
His heart fell into darkness along with the mask, leaving only the thought of revenge. The play was theirs, but the other actors also came to watch.
Especially teachers Ma Jingwu and Huang Xiaoming who are interested in Zhang Yuanting.
Of course, this is not the same direction that Nortel teachers and students are interested in.
"Wuluan!" Zhang Ziyi, who was supporting her head with one hand, suddenly woke up from her dream, stood up and rushed forward.
"Mother!" Zhang Yuan, who had already stood still, uttered two words.
These two words didn't look like words, but they were like two steel knives, stopping Wan Hou's footsteps.
From Wan'er to Wan's queen, from lover to mother, the prince expressed his determination in just two words.
"Ziyi's expression changes well." Teacher Ma Jingwu commented.
"Although Zhang Yuan is wearing a mask and cannot see his expression clearly, he uses his eyes to express the character's heart, which is also very good."
Huang Xiaoming pouted at the side.
Ever since he learned at the bar that day that Zhang Yuan had been invited to audition for "New Shanghai Beach" just like him, his mood had not gone smoothly.
Why did everyone look at me with pitiful eyes after they heard that I was going to audition.
Why do you think I will lose, that I can't compete with the other party?
I'm not convinced!
"Queen Mother!" While the two people were saying words in front of the camera, Zhang Yuan untied his ties, reached out to throw off the mask on his face, and then knelt down in front of Wan Hou.
Kick!
The dull sound of his knees hitting the wooden floor echoed in the quiet scene.
"Please look me in the eyes and tell me."
"Was my father really bitten to death by a poisonous scorpion?"
Zhang Yuan raised his head slightly, with a pleading look in his eyes, and suppressed the faint fire of resentment, and asked Wan Hou.
"Ha..." Zhang Ziyi took a deep, trembling breath, then took a step forward and slammed Zhang Yuan's head against her body!
Zhang Yuan was kneeling and Zhang Ziyi was standing. With this contact, Zhang Yuan's head was firmly buried in the other's chest.
In order to be able to continue speaking, the two of them rehearsed their movements in advance. Before his head was pressed up, Zhang Yuan turned his head slightly and touched the other person's chest with his cheek.
In this way, he can not only speak words, but also show his face.
As soon as Zhang Yuan's cheek came into contact with Zhang Ziyi's chest, he reacted.
"For effect, this one should be vacuum."
He suddenly missed Yang Mi.
Because this one is making his cheekbones hurt!
The ribs are clearly defined, like a washboard.
"As for women who can look thin even on camera, they are all good at sparing ribs. Let's compete in a chicken racket!"
If Yang Mi was here, it would definitely be like hitting the airbag.
"Well, you see this guy has good concentration." Ma Jingwu pointed at Zhang Yuan and said to Huang Xiaoming: "There is physical contact with the actress, but he is still focused."
Teacher Ma didn't know, it was mainly because Zhang Ziyi's figure made it easy for people to concentrate.
"And when you listen to his lines, his breath is steady, without any sloppiness."
Teacher Ma thought as he watched, are people with non-major backgrounds so good now?
"Stuck!" Director Feng shouted stop, and Zhang Yuan's head was freed from the restraints of Jiuji Zhang's chest.
"Is this scale okay?" Zhang Yuan asked cautiously.
"It's okay." Zhang Ziyi smiled and replied: "You behaved very professionally."
"It has always been said that the star class of Class 96 of China National Drama Theater has surpassed our star class of 96 of Nortel." Teacher Ma muttered.
1996 was a magical year, with a large number of future superstars entering the school.
Not to mention the Chinese drama, a few golden flowers, plus Liu Ye, Ning Hao, Chen Minghao.
Nortel Class 96 also produced stars such as Zhao Wei, Chen Kun, Huang Xiaoming, Yan Danchen, and Guo Xiaodong.
But even Ma Jingwu, a professor from Nortel, has always heard others say that his peers in the same class at China Theater Academy had a head start at Nortel.
Among them, the one who stabilizes her peers is Zhang Ziyi!
Today, Teacher Ma specially came to the scene to see it. You don’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will understand everything once you look at it.
The three most proud people in Nortel's Class 96 are Zhao Wei, Chen Kun and Huang Xiaoming. Even Xiao Yanzi, the most capable and smartest among them, is half a step behind Zhang Ziyi in professional ability.
"Ziyi is indeed capable." Teacher Ma commented.
Huang Xiaoming also nodded seriously.
He was also impressed by Zhang Ziyi's ability.
But Ma Jingwu added: "But the one who surprises me the most is Zhang Yuan!"
Brother Monkey jumped out of Huang Xiaoming's heart and shouted: "It's so annoying!"
"Ziyi is so capable, but when paired with him, he can catch her completely."
"And not nervous."
"It shows that he is very capable and confident."
"And..." Ma Jingwu said this. Seeing that Zhang Yuan happened to be drinking water and taking a rest, he smiled and waved to him.
"Xiao Zhang, your line skills are pretty good. How did you practice?"
"The breath is steady, every word is beautiful, the pronunciation is standard, and the position of the sound is also particular." Teacher Ma was a professor after all, and he quickly saw the clues.
"Maybe because I have practiced cross talk and storytelling." Zhang Yuan replied politely.
"Oh... that's right." Ma Jingwu suddenly realized: "Guoli is one of the actors in our industry who is particularly good at lines. He has also practiced cross talk and allegro, so he has this foundation."
"Uncle Guoli and I are from the same school." Zhang Yuan quickly answered: "Based on the cross talk seniority, he is my uncle."
"That's not surprising. If you have inheritance, it's normal." Teacher Ma understood.
In fact, Zhang Guoli has good lines, not only because of his opera skills, but also because he has been doing dubbing for a long time.
Moreover, dubbing in the past was not like that of later generations, where it could be stopped, adjusted, and edited.
Not only is it required to do it once, but it is also required to lip-sync.
The intensity and speed of the dubbing have to be adjusted according to the speaking speed and emotions of the actors in the film, just like re-enacting the movie.
But it is precisely because of difficulties that people are tempered.
Good techniques are all honed.
"Xiao Ming, you have to learn from Zhang Yuan." Ma Jingwu chatted with Zhang Yuan for a while, and after sharing some experience about lines, he turned to Huang Xiaoming and said the words "killing people and killing people."
puff!
Leader Huang felt like he had been stabbed again.
It was Zhou Xun who stabbed him last time he was drinking, but this time it was directly the old professor from the school who stabbed him.
"I...I know!" The leader gritted his teeth and responded.
The masters competed and the shots were smooth.
Originally, the shooting was scheduled to last until eight o'clock, but because Zhang Ziyi and Zhang Yuan performed very well, the filming ended before seven o'clock.
Same as yesterday, calling Feng Xiaogang and Zhang Li to go drinking together.
"By the way, don't come near the west studio tomorrow."
"What's wrong?" Zhang Yuan asked.
"You can't go to the nude scene because the venue has to be cleared," Zhang Li replied.
In the film, Wan Hou, played by Zhang Ziyi, has several bare-back scenes.
In one of the bathing scenes, the scene where you walk from the outside to the inside of the bathtub requires you to be completely naked, with your entire back, waist and buttocks exposed.
In fact, it is not necessary to take this kind of shot, because there is no specific direction.
But it's just like the scene where the bullets were flying and Jiang Wen saw the production assistant's impressive figure and asked him to act "so transparent".
These directors tend to include some personal preferences when filming.
Just talking about being naked in the audition made two old perverts, Feng Xiaogang and Zhang Li, enjoy watching it.
Dozens of big ladies take off only their underwear and let them take turns to choose from. Isn’t that enough?
The last person selected is Shao Xiaoshan, a young actor, and like Ma Jingwu and Huang Xiaoming, she is also from Nortel and has also been a host on Phoenix TV.
It's just that after many years of messing around, I still haven't gotten ahead.
Director Feng agreed to shoot naked for three days and was paid 19,000 yuan.
I heard that I was working as a naked substitute for Zhang Ziyi, but I was not happy to ask for advice and bargaining.
In the end, Feng Xiaogang coaxed and lied, saying that he would sign his name in the cast list, and he agreed.
Zhang Yuan heard that it was a nude scene, but he wasn't interested.
But at the same time, he looked at Feng Xiaogang helplessly.
He remembered that Director Feng deceived the woman and did not give her signature.
The woman was about to go abroad to get married, but she ended up being a nude substitute. Her husband blew the cover, and before she even got a signature, she sued Hua Yi and the crew to court.
So, how many people in the entertainment industry do whatever it takes to get famous, but in the end they end up empty-handed and wiped out by others.
Zhang Yuan thought about it for a while and realized that there was no way he could bring it up. He had no choice but to pretend he didn't know anything.
After eating and drinking, Zhang Yuan returned to the hotel just like yesterday, smoked a cigarette at the end of the corridor and blew in the air.
"Miss Song didn't come today?"
He thought about what happened yesterday and muttered.
After returning to the room, just like yesterday, I took off my clothes and planned to take a shower. Before going to bed, I read the lines and script to prepare for tomorrow's work.
But he had just finished taking a shower and was wiping his hair with a dry towel when there was a knock on the door.
Unlike yesterday, this knock on the door was very urgent, as harsh as an ambulance siren.
Zhang Yuan quickly tightened his bathrobe and trotted towards the door.
"Coming, coming!"
Take off the chain and unscrew the door lock.
What appeared in front of him was Zhang Li's old face.
However, this man was sweating profusely, his eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were full of fear and anxiety.
"Uncle Li, what's wrong?"
"Follow me quickly!"
Without any explanation, this man pulled Zhang Yuan out of the door...(End of Chapter)