After wearing it back, I have no feeling for Lao Gong

The ivory tower covers a very large area, and there are several office buildings alone. Different floors of these office buildings are distributed in various areas.

There are recording studios, practice rooms, dance studios, and even a small rehearsal stage.

It can be said that there is everything that one expects to find, and the venues are diverse.

The family is big and the business is big, this is not just lip service.

Minglian went to the shooting site on the 56th floor, which was arranged as a palace background.

The huge crystal lamp was shining brightly, and there was a small carved nanmu table under it, which was covered with a velvet tablecloth.

Exquisite snacks are placed on the table, which attracts the index finger.

The butler in a tuxedo stood by the table, only a profile of him was visible.

Butlers in white gloves appear to be clearing away refreshments.

This is like a space in a dream, but a few meters away is another world.

Another real, noisy world.

The staff were busy coming and going, some raised the lamp holders, some held a vase in their hands, and seemed to be rearranging the scene.

While the staff is busy, the other side is relatively peaceful.

"Fortunately, there was a problem with the rocker arm just now, so we only have time to rest. Hey, I was scolded by him all day yesterday, and now I am a little numb."

"He's a great photographer, so he's very demanding, but if he can let me go to a higher level in the end, you can scold me."

"I think so, but who knows if he will be replaced again, we have just been replaced not long ago."

Two Xiaohua students in gorgeous dresses gathered together to chat.

Judging from the gorgeous costumes of the two, these two are probably starring.

Minglian walked past them at this time, and the two who were chatting looked over instantly.

There was a hint of hostility and fear in the eyes of the traffic niche.

The young man who seemed to have just entered the arena was not very well-dressed, with slacks, a white sweater, and a pair of calfskin boots under his feet.

Maybe many people have tried this outfit, but there are not many people who can wear the contradictory temperament that is as bright as the moon and scorching like peach blossoms.

His hair was soft, his skin was so white that it seemed to glow, and the graceful curve of his side face was like the most beautiful movement in an ancient song.

It seems to be born with a spotlight.

As soon as the young man walked in, people cast their eyes on him one after another.

The leading actor Xiaosheng's cheeks bulged, and finally he couldn't sit still.

He thought it was a replacement.

Just like when he came up here.

And the one who was replaced was only himself of the same gender as the youth.

Henry II is an absolute luxury in the perfume industry. If he can win this time, the next advertisements he accepts will be upgraded to a higher level.

Substitution now?

How does this work!

Xiaosheng quickly stood up from his seat and stopped Minglian who was about to go, "Hey, why haven't I seen you before, who is your manager?"

This niche filmed a campus idol drama not long ago, and quickly gathered a large wave of popularity after that, and is now on the rise.

So now compared to other trainees, his resources and popularity are much better.

When other trainees saw him, they had to call him "Brother".

Flow Xiaosheng raised his chin slightly, already waiting in his heart for Minglian to take the initiative to call his brother.

If the other party is more sensible, he will definitely report himself.

Get a little more interesting and you'll know what he means.

Unfortunately, Minglian is not a trainee.

And he just came back from the book, and he has no impression of the current traffic fried chicken, and no one can match it.

Naturally, he didn't know how popular the traffic niche standing in front of him was.

"I don't have an agent." Ming Lian said honestly.

Screenwriters don't have agents.

There was more commotion over there, and someone was saying——

"These two rocker arms have problems. Call the master to fix it quickly, or Gerrard will lose his temper again later."

"Brother Qian, I called just now, but there is a small problem with the recording studio equipment on the west building and the north building. The master is repairing it there now, and he probably won't be here until the repair is completed..."

"How long do we have to wait? Fuck, it means that we don't need to shoot here! Is there only a few masters? If they don't come, you go find other people. Why are you here, as wood? Damn, it's really useless." I've never seen someone as stupid as you."

A man in his early 30s pointed at the big boy next to him who looked like an assistant and cursed.

The big boy who was scolded was a little aggrieved, and quickly explained that he didn't have the phone numbers of other masters, and no one he could contact was available, so he really had no choice.

But at this time, the other party obviously didn't want his explanation, but just wanted to get angry.

There was a lot of movement over there, some people looked over, including Minglian.

The big boy who was being scolded clenched his fists tightly, and he trembled a little under closer inspection, as if he was suppressing his anger, and he seemed to be so wronged that he was about to wipe away his tears.

"You can't do anything well. What use are you for? Fortunately, Brother Chen also said that you have a good temper and can work. I think he was blinded by you. Forget it, don't do it here. After today Pay your salary and leave!"

"Brother Qian, I don't want to leave, give me a chance." The big boy lowered his eyes and clenched his teeth.

It seemed that he could only say this without looking at the person in front of him.

Although this is the headquarters of the ivory tower, the entertainment industry is inherently fluid, and not everyone is a long-term worker.

There are some contracts signed for only one month, or even a week if it is short.

Get paid and leave when the work is done.

Unless you come to sign again, otherwise, it has nothing to do with the ivory tower.

Minglian's footsteps paused, and finally he left the popular niche in front of him, and turned to walk over there.

"Is there a toolbox? I can repair the rocker arm." Minglian walked over.

When he is not angry, Minglian's voice is very gentle, like a gentle breeze blowing by, which can take away irritability.

"Are you the master? Just come here, please fix it." That brother Qian frowned instantly.

As for the popular Xiaosheng who was so wary of Minglian, he was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed mockingly, "So he was a repairman, I thought who it was."

To shoot high-altitude scenes, you need to use a crane to mount the camera to a high altitude, and shoot from above.

As for the person, stand below and control the rocker arm to adjust the angle.

If the rocker arm is broken, the high-altitude scene cannot be taken.

Now when the rocker breaks, the shooting stops.

When Gerald came back from the toilet, he heard that the rocker arm was being repaired, and his face looked a little better.

"When is it expected to be fixed?" Gerald asked the assistant next to him.

In fact, the assistant didn't know, "The maintenance master is over there, why don't you go over there and have a look?"

The blond-haired, blue-eyed man thought for a moment expressionlessly before walking that way.

Some people have their own aura, and the crowd will automatically disperse wherever they pass.

Obviously, Gerrard is this kind of person.

When he opened the curtain of the crowd, he saw a slender figure.

The man pulled up a small stool and sat next to the two metal rocker arms. He held a screwdriver in his hands as white as jade, and skillfully dismantled the rocker arms to check the devices inside.

The bright light from the top fell on his soft hair, creating a light halo.

Many people know Gerrard as the principal photographer and the occasional painter.

So I think he prefers photography more.

But no, Gerald prefers painting to photography.

Most of the people engaged in art are sensitive to beauty and have high requirements.

Take Gerald himself as an example. He once traveled all over the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in order to paint a beautiful landscape painting, and went deep into the uninhabited desert alone.

I also stayed at the beach for several days and nights, just to capture the moment when the red sun broke through the water on the sea level.

This is true of landscape paintings, let alone portraits.He loves beauties, and beauties can give him countless creative inspirations.

So Gerrard has traveled through Paris, been to Sweden, been to Ukraine and Venezuela.

He just wanted to find creative inspiration from the beauty that would make his blood boil with excitement.

It's a pity that the beauties I've seen in the past seem to be a little bit worse.

Until yesterday, in this charming land of China, he met Ming Lian, who was totally dancing on his aesthetic points.

But Gerrard was very happy, so he directly launched the pursuit without talking a few words yesterday.

"Honey, I'm so happy to see you here!" The artist, who has been crazy about aesthetics for almost 20 years, was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled as if breaking the ice.

He didn't care that Minglian was repairing the rocker arm, he saw a stool not far away, pulled it and sat down next to Minglian, "God must know that it's too uncomfortable for me to be here, so he sent my dear to accompany me." I."

As the person in charge and photographer of this Henry II advertisement, Gerrard can be said to be the core figure in the scene.

How many pairs of eyes are looking at him, both in and out.

And now, those eyeballs are almost falling off.

After ten days of shooting, this big photographer's face was cold for ten days, and the eyes of everyone present seemed to be looking at garbage.

When scolding people, they will never be soft-spoken, and even because they are not satisfied with the artist, they will be replaced directly.

The contract signed by the ivory tower with Henry II is to use the artists of the ivory tower.

As for the specific artist, I didn't write at all.

"Mr. Gerald, I'm Minglian, please call me by my name." Minglian turned to look at Gerald.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed man smiled, "Okay honey."

As soon as Minglian heard it, he knew that this person didn't take his words to heart, so he didn't say much, and continued to lower his head and repair the rocker arm.

Minglian's movements are skillful and smooth, and the tools in his hands seem to be a work of art in his hands.

There are many people around here who are secretly paying attention to this side, and then visible to the naked eye, their work speed has slowed down.

"Honey, are you the maintenance master here?" Gerald looked crazy.

There was fire in his eyes, blazing flames, eager eyes, as if he wanted to eat Minglian whole, baz baz sucked out the aesthetic essence that could bring him infinite inspiration.

A lot of people were staring at him, Minglian was not nervous, and continued with the work at hand.

Let it flow slowly first, about 15 minutes later.

"It's fixed." Ming Lian straightened up slightly, "Try to see if it works."

That Brother Qian was stunned.

So it will be fixed soon?These are two rocker arms!

Gerrard glanced over, and the enthusiasm just now returned to the previous cold arrogance, "What are you doing in a daze? Go test it!"

Brother Qian shuddered and hurried over.

"Didi." The rocker arm can move.

"Master, you are really amazing. This skill is really good. You are a high-level craftsman at a young age. I don't think many people can compare to you." That brother Qian quickly flattered Ming Lian.

Gerald took the remark and praised heartily, "He's right."

Brother Qian was overjoyed, and thought to himself that this flattery was the right one.

Minglian put down the tools in his hand and was about to speak when Gerald's assistant came back after answering the phone.

The assistant hurriedly said, "Jellard, the senior producer of the ivory tower called just now. He said that he sent a screenwriter to revise the script for us. He also said that although the screenwriter was younger, he was very talented. I think his It means, if you still think the screenwriter is not good enough, you have to prepare yourself."

This little assistant belongs to Henry II's team. He is also a foreigner, and he speaks very fast, and the faster he goes to the back.

It's almost time for some people who are not very proficient in English to understand.

The filming of Henry II's perfume advertisement was very difficult. Several groups of people were changed in the middle, and the script was changed again and again, but Gerald was still not satisfied.

The big photographer was dissatisfied, so he could only overthrow it again.

"Send some screenwriters. All the screenwriters in their ivory tower are like this. It's too rubbish. What they write is rubbish. It's as ugly as the stinky ditch beside my Uncle Jack's horse farm. I think the screenwriter should find another one. "Speaking of work, Gerrard's face darkened, and he also spoke English.

The assistants of Henry II’s team did not dare to speak.

Ming Lian closed the lid of the toolbox, "Mr. Gerald, whether the script is good or not, you should wait until you read the script before making a judgment."

The foreign assistant next to him trembled, and looked at Minglian with both shock and admiration.

My God, this guy dared to fight Jellard when he was in a bad mood.

You will probably be scolded later.

Just when the little assistant was very active in his heart, he saw Gerald froze for a moment.

The foreign man with blond hair and blue eyes seemed to think of something, lowered his voice and asked, "Honey, do you know the screenwriter who will come later?"

This is changed back to Chinese.

In this foreign team, Gerald's Chinese is quite good, but it is only a basic barrier-free communication.

It is far from being able to pronounce the words correctly.

He usually speaks in a weird tone, like singing a big show, but no one dares to laugh at him.

"I'm the screenwriter." Ming Lian raised his eyelids to look at him, his eye spots were as beautiful as ink, like gems soaked in water.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"Slap." Something fell.

In the silent environment around, this sound is particularly eye-catching.

Many people looked over, including Minglian.

Looking at it, I found that the water bottle in the hand of the popular young student in a gorgeous dress had dropped.

Being watched by many eyes, the popular niche didn't feel anything.

Because none of that matters anymore.

He didn't even bother to pick up his water bottle.

He stared wide-eyed at Ming Lian who was sitting on the ponytail, paused for a moment on him, and then slid to the rocker in front of him.

The eyes are full of incredible.

He is a screenwriter?

He turned out to be a screenwriter? !

Not a maintenance master? ?

The profession of screenwriting is a bit special for entertainers.

Great screenwriters can control the actor's role, and the pros and cons of the role and the weight of the role are all up to them to decide.

Basically, it is the kind that wants you to die in the third watch, and it will never be delayed until the fifth watch.

The small screenwriters are completely opposite, they have no right to speak, and are controlled by the capital behind popular artists.

Change whatever the script asks you to do.

Xiaohua, who was chatting with the popular niche before, changed her face, and her eyes flashed with joy.

so far so good.

Fortunately, I didn't talk too much.

It is true that there is a backstage behind their newly popular traffic, but their backstage is an ivory tower.

However, in the contract signed between the ivory tower and Henry II, only the entertainers who use the ivory tower are stipulated.

In other words, having this background is equal to not having it.

Gerald was stunned for a long time, he had doubts in his eyes like many people.

"Honey, aren't you the maintenance worker here?" Gerald asked everyone's aspirations.

Ming Lian handed the toolbox to the big boy who was scolded before, and joked humorously, "The main job is a screenwriter, and occasionally he works part-time as a maintenance worker."

Almost no one at the scene felt that Ming Lian was joking, except——

The big boy holding the toolbox looked at Minglian with bright eyes, just like the little light bulbs hanging on the Christmas tree.

It can be seen that he wanted to step forward several times, but he seemed to take his surroundings into consideration and suppressed this impulse abruptly.

Gerald remembered what the assistant said just now, and realized that Ming Lian was the screenwriter who was sent here.

Suddenly a little embarrassed.

But Gerald couldn't be bothered, he smiled, "Honey, I have a hunch that our cooperation will go well."