Ding Xiu and Zhang Chu, their names seem to be unrelated, but they are two half-brothers.
Although they are close relatives, the two of them have different personalities and rarely interact with each other. They usually don't run into each other for three to five years.
But these two people have one thing in common, that is, they love money.
Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty was a lustful person, and he once left a famous saying: He who gives birth to me cannot do it;
The two brothers are similar, as long as it's for money: you can't give birth to me, you can't give birth to me, and the rest can't be killed.
If you really meet someone who is hard to choose, you will naturally have to spend more money.
Zhang Chu doesn't need to kill people now, but since he is asking him to do something, with a red mouth, white teeth, and a light word, is that enough?
There is nothing so cheap in the world.
Add money?
The executive director felt as if his temples were going to explode. In his opinion, this kind of good thing would be undesirable if it were for someone else. But this guy just opened his mouth and asked for money?
Of course, if he has such an idea, it can only be said that he is just out of his imagination and is working as an extra. Who is not just messing around and really thinks he can get ahead among the extras?
Pull it down!
Those who are still dreaming are either idiots who don't understand anything, or they are fools who can't wake up.
Anyone who truly understands knows that getting paid for doing things is a matter of course.
If you don't get the 20 yuan, you can scold me on the street, but you will remain silent and pretend to be a grandson.
But as long as you receive the money, will you try to scold me again?
If I can't beat you to green shit, even if you didn't eat leeks for lunch.
The executive director felt a little uncomfortable when Zhang Chu looked at him. He glanced at the other extras and wanted to fool others, but after much hesitation, he decided not to cause trouble.
The director named Zhang Chu to be the stand-in. If he decides to replace someone without authorization...
That person is very angry.
"200 yuan!"
"800."
Zhang Chu definitely doesn’t know the purchasing power of 200 yuan, but it is in the memory of the original owner!
Nowadays, the average office worker in Beijing earns a monthly salary of around 1,000 yuan. Of course, those who can reach this income standard have decent jobs.
Workers on the factory assembly line only earn about four to five hundred yuan a month.
For people like Zhang Chu and Huang Bo who perform in groups like this, they only pay 20 yuan a day, which is not guaranteed to be filmed every day. If they can earn three to four hundred yuan in a month, they are considered lucky.
Therefore, 200 yuan is a lot of money. Zhang Chu's price of 800 is just asking for a high price, waiting for the other party to pay back the money.
"Okay! Here you go!"
Damn it!
Less.
Zhang Chu didn't know that the film would be finished with only this last scene.
Not to mention asking for 800, even if it is doubled, the crew will agree.
One more day of delay is a day of extra charges.
There are more than a hundred people in the entire crew. How much does it cost to eat horse chews per person in a day?
Who doesn’t know how to settle this account?
Zhang Chu secretly regretted it, but the words had already been spoken. It is not the behavior of a man to break his promise and gain weight.
Soon a makeup artist from the production crew came forward, first took off Zhang Chu's Feiyu suit, and put on Kun Kun's gown, and then a hood. There was no need to put on makeup on his face. He was a stand-in and his face must not be shown.
When it's finished, it looks really nice.
But no matter how attractive it is, so what?
There is no big company behind him, no resources, and his own conditions are as good as those of the Four Heavenly Kings, so he is useless.
No one wants to live hungry in front of a handsome face.
The most I can do is take a second look.
"Do you need me to demonstrate it to you again?"
The martial arts instructor came over at this time. He was very interested in Zhang Chu and knew that this young man had great skills.
"No need."
As he spoke, Zhang Chu pressed the spring, and the sword popped out, and he drew it into his hand, twisting it into a sword flower.
hehe!
The martial arts instructor smiled, turned around and left without saying anything else.
""The Romantic Emperor Zhu Youjian" Scene N, Scene N, N+1."
Snap!
Romantic ass.
During the reign of this emperor, the Ming Dynasty was on the verge of collapse, wars broke out all over the country, and foreign captives were constantly restrained. If he was really a romantic man, even the crooked-necked tree would not bother to hang him.
"start!"
Your Majesty, I have overstepped my bounds.
Zhang Chu thought, and in accordance with the director's request, he lowered his head slightly, drew his sword and rushed towards the Jin Yiwei who was coming to kill him.
Dead ball.
As soon as Huang Bo raised the knife in his hand, he was stabbed to death by Zhang Chu, and then he was called one by one.
While fighting, I had to remind myself that this was acting, not a vendetta. I was afraid that on a whim, there would be a bloodbath, and that would be...
This is the suburbs of Beijing, and there is no place to run.
Uh-huh!
Sheathed the sword and stood erect.
Immediately afterwards, Kunkun stepped forward and made a concave pose.
"Finished, call it a day!"
The director yelled, not wanting to stay even a second longer. He ordered his assistant to pack his things, turned around, got in the car, and drove away.
Closing banquet?
nonexistent!
Kunkun still needs to go to the hospital.
After changing their clothes, Zhang Chu and Huang Bo went over to collect the money.
"Ugly...yours!"
After checking the number of people and distributing the money, Huang Mao was about to call Huang Bo "ugly" when he suddenly remembered that this slanderous thing was with Zhang Chu, and Zhang Chu was something he could never afford to offend.
Huang Bo received 20 yuan and smiled happily, but at first glance, he didn't have much potential.
"your!"
Huang Mao handed over an envelope and then sent it to the next person.
"etc!"
Although Zhang Chu didn't recognize RMB before, the original person did. When it comes to money, both Zhang Chu and the original person are extremely careful.
There are only 8 big blue tickets in this envelope.
"Twenty less."
One yard owned by a yard.
Zhang Chu earned 800 yuan as a stand-in. It was his own ability. When he came, he agreed that it would be 20 yuan a day. Since he said it, it cannot be less.
Well……
Huang Mao was stunned. Yes, he had deducted the 20. He thought that Zhang Chu had earned 800 and would not care about the 20. Besides, he was a leader after all. If Zhang Chu wanted to do this, he could still do it in the future. Don't want him to take care of you?
I never expected that this kid would not tolerate any disdain in his eyes.
"I……"
As soon as he said a word, Huang Mao felt his whole body fly up, and then his back hit the car. There was a sharp pain, but he couldn't scream because his neck was being pinched by Zhang Chu.
After two weak kicks with his feet, Huang Mao felt cold all over.
His grandma, who had a stooped figure and had been suffering from hardship all her life, her grandma, who was nicknamed "Sitting Cannon", and the old yellow dog he had raised when he was a child, all passed by his eyes.
Come on, woof woof, come on, woof woof.
Come on!
I'm really going to feel cold this time.
Just because of 20 yuan.
"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang."
Huang Bo reacted and was so frightened that he almost peed. He almost peed, but Huang Mao really peed.
"No, no, please let go!"
What evil has I done!
I have to get together with this kid. If he kills someone, don’t I have to follow suit!
Ahem!
At the last moment, Zhang Chu still let go. He had to get the 20 yuan back, but he wouldn't really kill someone for 20 yuan.
Huang Mao fell to the ground. It was a sultry day, and he felt a chill in his heart. His crotch was also wet. He knew without asking that he had just had a good time.
"Brother, big brother, I...I'm convinced, I'm convinced."
As Huang Mao spoke, he took out a large amount of money from his pocket and handed it all to Zhang Chu.
Zhang Chu took a look, took out two ten-dollar bills, and stuffed them into his pocket.
As much as you have to, that's the rule.
In his previous life, when he was paid to kill people, he paid as much as he wanted. He would not increase the price temporarily just because the target was difficult to kill.
Jinyiwei kills people?
if not?
I really hope that I can go to Yixiang Pavilion once a month with that little salary. Will I let Mr. Zhang eat rubbish in the following days?
Salaries in the Ming Dynasty were famously low.
Even if he was a sixth-grade official of 100 households before time travel, his annual official salary would only be one hundred and twenty dan and ninety guan. However, as the country's fortunes were declining, he might not be able to get this salary.
I don’t know how many people died in the Jiubian garrison because of the dispute over pay.
Far away, after getting the money, Zhang Chu bowed and was about to get in the car.
"Young man!"
"Xiao Zhang, that...the director called you."
Huang Bo reminded.
The director he was talking about was, of course, not Director Wang, but the martial arts director, who was also a director.
"Is something wrong?"
Zhang Chu raised his eyebrows. His reaction was obviously not yet fully integrated into this world.
As an extra, no matter who on the crew is willing to take the initiative to talk to him, he should wait respectfully, hoping that others will remember him and give him a special appointment in the future.
But Zhang Chu didn't care about that. He was using money to do things. Now that the things were done, it didn't matter who he was.
The martial arts instructor really didn't expect Zhang Chu to react like this, but...
It's really interesting.
Huh?
Am I a bit of a bitch?
"Leave your contact information. If there is any drama in the future, I will contact you."
This martial arts instructor is not well-known in the industry, but he is also well-known in the mainland. He is hired by many film crews every year, and he occasionally plays one or two small roles in the film.
Hearing the martial arts instructor's words, the other extras suddenly showed envy and jealousy...
No one dares to hate!
The visual impact that Zhang Chu used to clean up Huang Mao just now was too strong for them.
Huang Mao Shao weighed 1,670 pounds, but Zhang Chu grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him up.
What kind of effort is this?
"No!"
This is not Zhang Chu trying to be cool, but he really doesn’t have one. He is a poor boy, not to mention a mobile phone, and he doesn’t even have a BB player.
"I do, I do."
As Huang Bo spoke, he took out a candy bar Nokia from his pocket. This phone was a second-hand product he bought when he was in Qingdao and cost him more than a thousand.
This is just in case someone contacts him and is willing to give him a chance, so that he will not miss it because he cannot be contacted.
It's a pity that after more than a year since I bought the phone, I haven't even seen the opportunity.
The martial arts instructor reported his phone number, Huang Bo entered it and called again.
"Director, what is your... name?"
"Lu Jianxing!"
Lu Jianxing?
Is this guy here too?
"later……"
Lu Jianxing was about to say a few words, but as soon as he said these two words, he received a hard punch in the face.
What does it mean?
I rarely have good intentions and want to be a Bole, but now I think something is wrong.
Zhang Chu was also dumbfounded. He and Lu Jianxing were sworn enemies, but they were also old friends who had known each other for many years. There was no time when they met without greeting each other, but when did they really fight each other?
Did you admit the wrong person?
"Zhang Chu, what are you doing?"
Huang Bo looked confused. He suddenly felt that if he stayed with Zhang Chu for one more day, he would be tortured crazy.
This kid is crazy!
