Director, please respect yourself

Zhou Miaotong, Beizhai or Shen Lian, they are all characters with many worries.

Hate for yourself, for others, for your country and your family!

But whether it's Jiang Wu or Jing Tian, ​​they are both people who can see through his heart at a glance. He is a reckless man, but he is a naive person with simple thoughts.

If the two of them are forced to play complex roles, it's not impossible. They can just look worried and frown in front of the camera.

But Yang Hao doesn't want them to act like this. If you don't have any worries, my brother will create some worries for you. You must know that the worries you create will definitely be much more exciting than what you perform.

Then, Yang Hao came up with an idea, Brother Jiang Wu, you may not know that there is a ghost following you.

If these words were spoken by anyone else, whether it was Jing Tian or Jiang Wu, they would definitely regard it as a joke.

The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly!

Tell me, there are ghosts in the world, why are they causing trouble? !

But when it came out of Yang Hao's mouth, the effect was different.

Don’t believe it, right?

If you don’t believe it, my buddy will prove it to you.

My friend can tell you your own weight very accurately, and the weight can be accurate to [money].

Of course, you can't go too far with this, because if you go too far, it won't be fun if these people really believe that a ghost is following the crew anytime and anywhere.

Therefore, when Yang Hao reported the weight, he left a small flaw. In ancient times, one pound was 16 taels, but here, Yang Hao just said it was twelve taels.

What I want is a doubter!

…

"Jing Tian, ​​ninety-three pounds and seven taels and four dollars."

"Wang Luodan, one hundred and ten pounds, six taels and three cents."

"Xiao Yang, one hundred and forty-five pounds and nine taels of money."

As expected, there are still many smart people in this world. When Yang Hao just reported Xiao Yang's weight, Wang Qianyuan raised his hand and spoke.

"Director, I think you are deceiving us?"

"How can you say that?" Yang Hao asked.

"As we all know, the unit of measurement during the Ming Dynasty was 16 taels per catty. If their weights were told to you by the ghost from the Ming Dynasty, why did they become 10 taels per catty?"

"Well, good question!"

Yang Hao immediately gave Wang Qianyuan a thumbs up.

"But, I don't know either."

"Well…"

"Perhaps this ghost from the Ming Dynasty is very good at learning, and maybe he directly understands the current measurement units."

"Well…"

"Anyway, it's up to you whether you believe it or not. That's all I can say."

"Well…"

"Okay, it's time."

At this time, Yang Hao, who was standing at the shooting scene, picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand regardless of whether everyone had any questions to ask, or how Jing Tian and Jiang Wu frowned.

"Old Zhang..."

"receive!"

“When Camera No. 1 shoots from the air, the angle of the shot is 30 degrees, 15 meters diagonally above the two protagonists.

Camera No. 2 took a medium shot and shot flat. However, the lens was slightly shifted towards Jing Tian, ​​which made the little girl's face look at an awkward angle when shooting.

Camera No. 3 stretches out the scene and focuses on the environment the two people are in. "

"OK!"

As soon as Yang Hao finished speaking, photographer Zhang Jiarui's voice came from the intercom.

"Old Wang..."

"Yes, director."

"When filming this scene, you just remove the lights and only need a reflector to reflect the sun's rays. The reflector is placed diagonally behind Jiang Wu and hits Jingtian's face at an angle of 25 degrees. Let me take a look first. How’s the effect?”

"OK!"

Upon hearing the order, lighting engineer Wang Yu immediately extinguished the three dysprosium light sources at the shooting scene.

"Lao He, Lao He..."

"Yes, director."

He Haihong is the newly recruited prop master of the crew. He used to hang out at the entrance of Beijing Film Studio, but now he has been promoted by Yang Hao.

"When the sprinkler truck sprinkles water, the amount of water must be controlled. What I want is light rain, the kind of light rain that is sparse."

"yes!"

This guy's voice is quite loud.

He ordered the work one by one and waited patiently for another ten minutes. Seeing that everyone was ready, Yang Hao nodded to Xiao Yang, who was guest-starring as a temporary recorder.

Xiao Yang understood and directly raised the clapperboard in his hand.

"Action!"

It started to rain by the lake. Jiang Wu wiped the painting protectively and stood under the tree waiting for the rain to stop.

At this time, hearing the sound of footsteps, Jiang Wu turned around and drew his sword alertly. Unexpectedly, what he saw was Jing Tian holding an umbrella.

"It would be a pity if the calligraphy and painting that you care about so much get wet." Jing Tian smiled faintly, but he stood farther away from Jiang Wu.

"OK, passed, next set of shots!"

"Action!"

Jing Tian and Jiang Wu were walking on a narrow road.

A passerby wearing a raincoat was walking quickly to avoid the rain. In order to avoid Shen Lian, he fell to the side, but he quickly straightened up.

"My little eyes are blind and I didn't see you, sir. Please forgive me."

Jiang Wu, on the other hand, simply ignored the passerby and walked over.

"OK, passed, next set of shots!"

"Action!"

"Everyone is afraid of us Jinyiwei, but you are quite brave." Jiang Wu, who was walking in front, stopped and turned to look at Jingtian.

"You're not a monster. There's nothing to be afraid of. Those people are just afraid of the official uniform you are wearing." Jing Tian remained the same as before, frowning and looking at Jiang Wu, then cautiously took half a step back.

"What did you say?"

"If you don't believe me, just take off your official uniform and walk on the street. I'm afraid you won't be beaten if you can't walk even a few steps."

"What's your last name? Where do you live?" Jiang Wu was a little angry after being criticized by one woman one after another.

"Sir, are you trying to arrest me?"

At this time, the rain stopped and Jingtian put away his umbrella.

"Sir, remember to bring an umbrella when you come next time."

……………

interesting!

Although the third scene was not easy to pass, Liu Xiaoli still found it interesting.

Two actors who did not fit the character characteristics at all were actually forcefully trained by Yang Hao to become people who were infinitely close to the character's temperament.

Jing Tian was preoccupied and cautious. Although he spoke to the other party in a neither condescending nor overbearing manner, there seemed to be a little fear in his eyes.

Jiang Wu's movements were restrained, and his words were sometimes reckless and sometimes cautious. Although his words were threatening to the other party, he was also full of concerns.

hiss…

Speaking of which, Yang Hao is really a talent!

However, what this boy just said, that there is a ghost following Jiang Wu, a ghost wearing a Ming Dynasty Feiyu suit, is it true or false?

If it is true, why is it so full of flaws? But if it was fake, why could he tell the weight of so many people at a glance?

Just as she was thinking about it, Liu Xiaoli felt her girl Liu Yifei move. She turned around and saw her walking straight outside the shooting scene.

At this moment, many people came outside the shooting scene. Well, to be precise, there should be many reporters. These reporters were holding long guns and short cannons and taking random pictures at the shooting scene.

Perhaps it was the first time he saw this scene. Yang Hao's personal assistant and now the stage manager of the crew, Guan Jingjing, was a little confused at this time.

"I'm sorry everyone, our crew is filming, please don't take random photos."

"Sorry, everyone, our director Yang Hao does not accept interviews, well, we do not accept interviews from any reporters."

"I'm sorry, reporter. I'm warning you for the last time. If you don't put down the camera, I'm going to beat you."