Since 1983

In the morning, the sun just rose.

This huge city has not yet fully awakened, and the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio has already become lively.

North Film Studio and Xiangshan, one south and one north, are the two gathering places for ensemble performances. It is older here, with lush trees and iconic sculptures of workers, peasants and soldiers standing on top of the arched gate.

People with dreams squatting on both sides of the road on time every day, waiting to be selected like pieces of goods.

Wang Baoqiang came here last year, and he is considered a fool after being around for a year. He is used to not eating in the morning, bringing some dry food and hot water, and having a meal at noon.

Now, he is climbing a tree in the grove by the door.

A few acquaintances below are booing: Ten seconds, ten seconds! Twenty seconds! Can't climb up to treat!

Don't yell, I'm sure I can climb up!

He struggled to climb, but after a while, he realized that there was no sound. He turned his head and looked, what the hell!

He jumped down quickly and ran away. A car came over there. Dozens of people were crowded like hungry ghosts waiting for relief.

Don't squeeze, don't squeeze!

Big job, everyone has a share!

After listening to the big job, it was quiet for a while. Wang Baoqiang just ran over and shouted, Director, I can do it. I can do anything. I have studied in Shaolin Temple!

When the words fell, he made somersaults.

This is the experience of mixing, and you can often grab the role. The assistant director took a look, um, enough spirit!

The scene was full of jubilation, and everyone was smiling, which not only meant that there was a show, but also that they could have some lunch.

...

Working People's Cultural Palace.

This is the place where the royal family worshiped their ancestors. It is divided into front, middle and back halls. The front hall is the largest, and there is a large square in front of the hall. Wu Yangyang is full of people. A passage is left in the middle, with soldiers sitting on the ground on both sides.

The painting style is wonderful, and the group performers dare not ask.

The assistant director said: You play the ministers of the Qing Dynasty. You don't need to ask about the plot. It has nothing to do with you. Divide into three rows and run up this passage in a while. I will queue first...

He took a glance at Wang Baoqiang, who was short and impressive, and said, You, you stand in the first row.

Hey!

Wang Baoqiang stood up happily.

Arranged by head, after a look, there is a shorter one.

You, go to the second row.

oh.

Wang Baoqiang turned to the second row, looking at the little man in front of him very unhappy.

Historically, he had indeed participated in Big Whistleblower, that is, the Minister A in the second row, whose face could not be seen clearly.

Along the square, there are steps, and above the steps is a platform, where Donald Sutherland is listening to Feng Pants speaking.

Donald Sutherland is in line with Xu Fei's non-Hollywood front-line, but well-known, and it's not shameful to say it. Of course, the most familiar character to the current audience should be the president in The Hunger Games.

The remuneration of this person is fully covered by Columbia, and the whole film is almost shot in real scene.

Good friend!

Big Wrist tells the story of Taylor, a world-class director, who came to China to shoot Dynasty. Well, that's right, it's a stalk of The Last Emperor.

He patted and found that everything was wrong, he had no inspiration, it was seriously overdue, and was replaced by the film crew.

Under the blow, he fell ill and was hospitalized, and asked Ge You, a videographer, to prepare for his funeral. Due to a combination of circumstances, the funeral turned into an awesome black humor...

In addition, Rosamund Kwan plays Taylor's assistant.

Next, Wang Baoqiang changed his clothes. He didn't know he was a civil servant or military general. Anyway, he was wearing a hat with a hair in it, as he often watched on TV.

Bored and waiting, thinking about the lunch box at noon.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the door, the real big shot came. Wang Baoqiang acted in a group, and gave way to the crap. He recognized that person as Mr. Xu.

Nowadays, those who are in this line of work only need to paste Mr. Xu's newspaper clippings on the wall, and burn incense every morning and evening.

...

Wang Baoqiang followed him with his eyes, and the other person turned his head suddenly as he was walking, just in time to see him, and stayed there for a few seconds strangely.

Only when he passed through this area did the extras dare to say anything.

Damn it, you scared me to death!

I wish I could be in his scene.

Isn't this filming?

What the hell is this called filming? Of course, you have to be the protagonist, and it's exciting to play against Li Xiaoran. Oh, Li Xiaoran is so white...

I want to fart!

Hey! He looked at me just now, did you see that Mr. Xu looked at me!

Only Wang Baoqiang kept yelling, causing everyone to laugh: Yes, you are so short and stupid.

You will be the protagonist tomorrow!

Think about today's box lunch.

…………

Mr. Xu!

Mr. Xu!

Xu Fei shook hands with Donald, then turned to Miss Guan Damei, and felt a faint pain in his back when he touched her little hand.

She is thirty-nine years old, still beautiful, and rippling with maturity—though still owllike.

When it comes to Rosamund Kwan, someone always talks about golf.

Her relationship with the rich man is really bad, but eating melons requires professionalism, and the golf thing is fake.

Xu Fei said hello, and sat beside him with a chair to watch. Donald was curious, and asked if he was an investor. He had invested in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and his attitude was somewhat enthusiastic.

This is a scene within a scene, filming Taylor's filming of Dynasty.

While preparing, Feng Kuo suddenly said: I want to add some lines, I wonder if Mr. Xu agrees?

If you say that, you must make fun of me.

Don't dare, it's just a sudden inspiration.

Feng Pants bullied Donald for not understanding, and said, Look, this foreigner is a fake big shot, but you are a real big shot.

I wanted to invite you to play a guest role, but I also knew that you don't like to show your face, so the next best thing is to let the audience understand your great achievements in your lines.

And compare it with the dogs in the circle to highlight your professional ethics and aesthetic standards.

He swiped in his bag and took out a script that had been redacted and altered.

Xu Fei took a look:

Scene: A dark room.

Lying on the table was a young woman wearing a black gauze.

crape?

Mr. Xu thought about the widow, um, there is a picture.

Wang Xiaozhu: This is the tycoon in China's TV production industry, Mr. Zhang! He is very fierce in film and television investment. He voted for more than half of the country's costume dramas. He is currently preparing to shoot Pan Jinlian, voted by the entire network .

Mr. Zhang: My request is that during the entire funeral process, this mysterious woman covered with a black veil will always be by Taylor's body.

Ge You: Who is this little fox?

Mr. Zhang: This is Mr. Taylor's lover.

Ge You: Impossible! Mr. Taylor has no mistress, and if he has the heart, he doesn't have the strength. Your idea is about as good as it was at Douglas's funeral.

ha!

Xu Feiyile, continue watching:

Wang Xiaozhu: Hey, hey, this is a newly signed actress by Mr. Zhang. You choose Pan Jinlian online, right? Mr. Zhang means, let her be exposed at the funeral as Taylor's lover, and become famous overnight up.

Ge You: The show is not popular, but the people are popular first.

Wang Xiaozhu: Hey, that's what it means!

Seeing this, Xu Fei smiled and said, Almost.

What's wrong?

You can add a few words to Wang Xiaozhu, just say that the emergence of the Internet is changing the traditional star-making model. This phenomenon of people becoming popular before dramas will become very common in the future.

Ge You said, does anyone still read that work?

Finished answer: The media needs traffic, the masses need entertainment, everyone needs carnival, who cares about the works!

Hiss!

The hair on Feng's pants stretched out, and he raised his thumb: You are indeed more ruthless than me!