A black Mercedes-Benz drove into an open space at a high speed. Dust was everywhere and everything was silent except for a few subtle cracking sounds of knuckles. Han Xuanyu, who was wearing sunglasses, stepped out of the car and stepped out of the car.
He stretched out his handsome head, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and pulled out a smile that fascinated all living beings.
He took off his sunglasses, held them in his hand, and said with a smile to the angry staff: "Everyone, I'm sorry, I'm late."
There were more than 40 extras present, all dressed in ancient costumes. They watched happily as Han Xuanyu looked at the deputy performance director who was in charge of the actors. Their expressions were probably as ugly as those in a smelly ditch. They had just put the camera on their shoulders.
The second-level cameraman also put down the camera and looked at Han Xuanyu angrily. Doesn’t this guy know that the camera also has a certain weight? For him, he keeps lifting and putting it down because the director wants to retake the shot first.
This scene will be re-shot for another shot later, but the protagonist is not on the scene. Even if there are more re-shoots, all the scenes will be cut out in the end, and then it will be wasted.
The one with the ugliest face was undoubtedly his manager Sister Azi. Not only did she have to deal with the media, but she also had to accept criticism from the crew. What did she do? It’s so miserable. Ugh.
Look, Han Xuanyu is still talking and laughing: "Hey, brothers, what's wrong with you? The director is really sorry. There's a heavy traffic jam. It's not that I'm not doing my best. I didn't expect that the traffic here is too developed.
There were really too many cars, and it was really hard for me to break out of the encirclement." The director on the scene looked at the big name invited from South Korea and was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. He had no choice but to hold the script in his hand that had been rolled into a cylinder by himself.
Looking at Han Xuanyu, he said: "Okay, let's start now, otherwise we won't be able to film this scene."
Han Xuanyu, who is so shameless, also stuck out his tongue. In the crew, time is the most precious thing. People who have no sense of time have no way to survive in this industry.
Nana has been sitting in the car, always wearing glasses. This is right, their agents should hide in the car, but... those nosy little kids, looking at such a beautiful car, are curious in their bones.
The factor was suddenly activated
Most of these little brats are the children of crew members. Thanks to their parents, they have the courage to acquire those photographic equipment and lighting equipment. They can't afford it, but they can barely play with this car.
"There's someone in here! There's someone in here!" A five-year-old girl with braided hair slapped the car window and screamed as if she had discovered a new world.
As soon as the other children heard this, they immediately ran over and gathered around the car window on Nana's right. What Nana hated most in her life was children who were noisy and chattering, and their noses were so abominably runny in front of her.
The noise of the children really attracted the busy adults, and most importantly, the director's attention. The assistant director took the script and yelled at the group of children: "Whose children do they belong to?"
Ah, hurry up and take it away for me. We will record it at the same time later. If there is any noise, you will be responsible for all losses." As expected, the assistant director's words were powerful. I saw those people quickly put down their work and ran towards
But the children beside Han Xuanyu's car refused to leave. They still held on to the door handle and said, "There are people inside, why don't you believe us?"
It was so noisy. As expected, even the parents of the children were staring at the car windows. Nana was embarrassed to be looked at. Since they had been discovered, she went out. It seemed that the children were not interested anyway.
let her go
Nana put on her sunglasses, opened the car door, and stretched her long legs out. Unexpectedly, when she stood on the ground, a group of children came up to bully her, kicked her legs with their feet, and touched her with their hands.
Nana's butt suddenly had three black lines falling off her forehead. I don't know why Nana has been bullied by children since she was a child. Whenever she walked on the street, she would have her butt touched by children, or if she didn't walk past a child,
Being insulted by those children made her laugh bitterly. She couldn't help but couldn't be angry with those children, and she couldn't fight back. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing for someone as old as her to argue with children.