Huang Mao was frustrated. After all, he was number one in the circle. Normally, the group of extras would bow their heads when they saw him, so he hoped to become familiar with him, follow him to work, and earn more money. A big guy.
But yesterday I was stunned by a raw melon egg.
Thinking of yesterday, Huang Mao felt that there was still a big hand strangling his neck, and then he was choked and thrown.
grass!
Huang Mao shuddered violently, pulled up his pants, tied his belt, and returned to the woods with a hopeless face.
The crew is arranging the camera positions, but the lead actors haven’t arrived yet. They are either in their own beds or in someone else’s bed, but they are all asleep anyway.
Different people have different destiny, no matter how big or small they are, unlike people like them, who are born with a destiny of hard work.
Not far away, Zhang Chu was sitting under a big tree, closing his eyes and recuperating. This was his habit. In the past, whether it was official business or private work, he had to recharge his batteries before taking action.
But even if he wanted to take a rest, he couldn't find peace. Huang Bo kept talking beside him.
He also likes to preach as a person who has experienced it, probably to make Zhang Chu restrain his temper. Like yesterday, if it weren't for Zhang Chu's fist, maybe they would have become famous.
And there is...
"Xiao Zhang, don't look at that Huang Mao who asked you to surrender. Don't take him seriously. Everyone who is the leader of the group has a circle. If he really wants to mess with you, he just needs to let it out, and all the leaders will not If I can use you, how can you make money?"
Zhang Chu didn't even open his eyes, and asked in a calm tone: "They all say that colleagues are enemies, but they can still work together to punish me!"
After receiving a response, Huang Bo became even more enthusiastic.
"You don't understand this. It's true that colleagues are enemies, but there's another saying you may not have heard. People meet each other and love each other. If Huang Mao loses face and asks for help because of such a trivial matter, that gang will Who among the group leaders would lose face because of you?"
Little things?
Zhang Chu was secretly dissatisfied, wondering why the official of hundreds of dignified Jinyiwei became such a trivial matter.
At this time, important people from the crew arrived.
"Yellow hair!"
Huang Mao was thinking about how to regain his face when he heard someone calling him. He quickly stood up, saw the person clearly, and quickly put on a smiling face.
"Director Sun, here it is, here it is!"
As he said that, the person had already arrived.
"Are they all your people?"
Director Sun looked at the squatting extras with his eyes.
"They are all, they are all. According to your order yesterday, a total of forty people are here."
"Fuck you, who told you there were forty people? It was obviously sixty, but now it's twenty short. When Director Ma comes, I'm going to have to be scolded for you!"
Director Sun said, raising his arms as if he wanted to hit someone.
Huang Mao was startled for a moment, and immediately understood what it meant. He immediately bent his waist further, put his hands into his trouser pockets, and quickly pulled out a few bills, blocking other people's sight. As soon as he turned around, he stuffed them into Director Sun. pocket.
"Yes, yes, it's all because I misheard. My ears are just for decoration. Director Sun, please bear with me. It's definitely too late to go back and find someone now. Otherwise... make do."
Director Sun was very satisfied with Huang Mao's reaction, but he still had to look embarrassed.
"I can handle it, but Director Ma... can't explain it. The number of people is determined by Director Ma, and I can't make the decision."
Huang Mao patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, leave it all to me. Forty people, not forty-one, and me. Forty-one people can guarantee the performance of sixty people. Director Ma, I will never make it difficult for you.”
"Can it be done!?"
"It's necessary! You've known me for more than a day or two. When have I ever done anything outrageous?"
Director Sun nodded: "Okay, let's try it first. If it doesn't work, Director Ma will be unhappy by then, but it's all yours!"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Zhang Chu watched this scene with his eyes full, and when the scene was over, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
They are all really talented!
Everyone else also saw the quarrel between the two, and Huang Bo was a little worried.
"Xiao Zhang, how can forty people perform the same effect as sixty people? I dare to agree to this. If the performance is not good by then, I am afraid that today's wages will be lost."
"Don't worry! It won't be pornographic."
Huang Bo was surprised: "How do you know?"
He has no brains and likes to inquire about things.
I don't understand this.
Director Sun said that there would be sixty extras, which was actually intentional. What he wanted to say was that the wages of the twenty people who were missing, and the wages of the extras today, would be settled based on the list submitted by Huang Mao.
Huang Mao reported 60 people, but the crew's finances were not carefully checked one by one. Where did the wages of the extra 20 people go?
Naturally, it fell into Director Sun's pocket.
Zhang Chu had investigated so many cases of free money before, and there were many people who were smarter than him.
A little trick like this is really very low-level.
After a while, the director came, walked around and went back to the car to rest.
The main actor is not here, so nothing can be done.
"What time is it?"
Huang Bo ignored Zhang Chu's unit of measurement and took out his cell phone to take a look.
"Quarter past seven!"
"When can we start?"
"How could I know!"
Snapped!
As he spoke, he raised his hand and swatted a big mosquito to death.
I got up before dawn and had a bumpy journey to this wilderness, where I had to be bitten by mosquitoes.
"Have you heard? Yesterday, over there in Pinggu, a crew finished filming and refused to pay the extra actors. At that time, a boy got angry and grabbed the head of the group by the neck, raised his hand and threw him out. Eight feet away, those heads fell so hard that their tail bones were broken.”
Um?
Zhang Chu felt that this paragraph was a bit familiar.
"What the hell, it's not what you said at all. It was the group leader who wanted to give money to a secret agent. When the person refused, he even teamed up with a martial artist from the crew to beat the person. In the end, not only did he not beat the person, but he also asked him to do it. They were punished, Wu Xing was blinded in one eye, and the group leader was half disabled."
A new character has been added to the joke, which makes it even more familiar.
"What you are saying is wrong. I have a brother who is in that group. Yesterday he saw with his own eyes that it was the leader of the group who led a group of people who made the first move. They were forced to fight back. No one thought that the boy was a deep-hidden man. Those who were not exposed were all cleaned up in a short time, and the last group of people were taken away by 120. They must have been very choking. When they got into the car, their faces were covered with blood, and they were breathing out but not in."
"How's the one who hit him doing?"
"You're stupid! If you commit a crime and don't run away, I'm afraid you'll be gone by now!"
"You are stupid. Where is this place, the capital, where are you running to? Do you really think that the police are just a decoration? You have to be arrested by the police before we reach Hebei."
"What a pity! A young man just got involved. If the leader of the group dies, he will have to live forever even if he doesn't pay for it."
"Why did I hear that he was in his forties, not a young man?"
"Not forty, more than thirty at most. I heard from my brother that he is over 1.9 meters tall and very strong. His arms are thicker than your thighs."
Zhang Chu opened his eyes, raised his arms and took a look.
Exaggerated!
Huang Mao also heard it and almost got angry to death. He was obviously the one who suffered the loss yesterday, so how could he be called a villain now?
He wanted to curse and make those idiots calm down, but he was afraid that Zhang Chu would be unhappy, so he could only endure it.
"Xiao Zhang, are they talking about... you?"
Zhang Chu was too lazy to talk to Huang Bo and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
The extras were still talking, and the more they talked, the more outrageous they became, and they became legends.
Just like during the Song Dynasty, when the emperor was ignorant and his ministers were secretive, the people in the world were in dire straits. People longed for an upright official to appear and save the people, so they invented the selfless and selfless Bao Qingtian, who was obsessed with solving cases.
These extras are often bullied by the group leader, and they want someone to stand up, punish the group leader, and vent their anger on their behalf, so there is Zhang Chu, whose arms are thicker than his thighs.
Among the extras, there were some who were actually at the scene of the crime yesterday. They knew that the one who beat the person was a young man sitting under the shade of a tree. The one who was beaten was Huang Mao. They all kept silent for fear of being resented by Huang Mao. .
It wasn't until the lead actor arrived belatedly that the little masters at writing stories stopped.
"Put them all on!"
A pile of tattered clothes lay on the floor.
The extras don't need anyone to greet them, they come forward to claim them automatically.
Zhang Chu stood up slowly, and just as he was about to go over, he saw Huang Mao coming over, holding a set of cleaner-looking clothes in his hand, which he had prepared for himself.
As a group leader, in addition to receiving kickbacks from the group performers, when there is a shortage of people, he will also step in as a group performer to earn a little money.
Huang Mao prepared several sets of clothes in the car, including ancient costumes and modern ones.
"Brother! You wear this."
What's the meaning?
Are the clothes poisoned?
This thought flashed through his mind, and then Zhang Chu took over the clothes.
"Thanks!"
"You're welcome, you're welcome!"
No matter how aggrieved he felt, Huang Mao had to endure it. He knew that he couldn't afford to offend Zhang Chu. He could pick him up with one hand. Not to mention revenge, he was worried about not being able to serve him well. Zhang Chu will send him away.
Twenty-year-old Sangguadanzi was the most merciless in his attacks. Huang Mao had seen him before, and he stabbed him with a prong. What kind of severe punishment, shooting, etc., he didn't care at all.
In Huang Mao's eyes, Zhang Chu falls into this category.
If you really want to make a living as a group performer, who would dare to offend the group leader?
No matter how talented you are, as long as you still want to hang out in this circle, you have to be honest.
Like Zhang Chu...
Huang Mao wiped his neck, hoping that the world would be far away and that he would never meet again in this life.
Turned around and was about to leave.
"Stay!"
Well?
Huang Mao was shocked. Could it be that the last time he wore this set of clothes and rewarded himself, he left traces and was discovered by Zhang Chu?
Feeling panicked, he forced out a stiff smile.
"Brother, is there anything else?"
Zhang Chu waved to Huang Bo and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
"Leave me your contact information and contact me directly if you have any drama in the future."
Damn it, are you going to eat me?
Huang Mao was stunned on the spot and didn't respond for a long time. Also surprised were the group of extras who had just been talking about Zhang Chu.
Who is this person?
You dare to talk to the group leader like this, don’t you plan to stay in this industry in the future?
