In order to hide from the media, Feng Tongtong even resorted to calling the tiger away from the mountain. He was obviously starting the movie in Xiahe, but he was killed in Tianzhu.
Chaxitan Railway Station.
The staff constantly shuttled among the crowd, carried props, and arranged the waiting room. Under the command of the assistant director, nearly a hundred extras lined up and entered and exited with their luggage, keeping in mind their standing and walking positions.
"Have you finished your makeup?"
From the tent set up outdoors, Feng Pants' urging came from the tent.
Lu Fei allowed the makeup artist to put on a wig and glue a beard on his mouth and chin, and he immediately jumped from a twenty-year-old youth to a thirty-year-old man.
The self in the mirror, wearing a black leather jacket and a beret, covered with art germs, looked like a down-and-out painter who had unfortunately failed the exam.
"A World Without Thieves" is actually about Wang Li, Wang Bo, a group of good thieves who temporarily reformed their evil ways, and the evil thieves headed by Uncle Li who care about human lives, fighting wits, courage, and even to the death over Sha Gen's 60,000 yuan.
And he, the policeman pretending to be a painter, looked down at the two gangs of thieves from a god's perspective, weaving a dragnet and waiting to fall into the trap.
After briefly walking through the scene twice, Feng Pengtong whispered: "Master Lu, you just need to follow the rehearsal just now."
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Lu Fei was chewing gum. He didn't feel any pressure at all. He just needed to sit quietly on the bench and draw, that's all.
There was not a single line, just a batch. Most of the plays in Gannan were like this. Those who had lines had to wait until they returned to Yanjing.
"The photography team is in place."
"The recording team is in place."
"3,2,1,a!"
With a snap, the recorder knocked down the board and immediately stepped aside.
The running camera lens was focused on Lu Fei. He was waving his pen, scribbling, correcting, writing and drawing on the electronic device. A sketch portrait of Zeng Li had already been drawn on the entire screen.
She and he were sitting on the same bench, back to back, with one person separated from each other.
At this moment, Liu Dehua, carrying a steaming kettle, burst into Lu Fei's sight, and the two of them bumped into each other, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
His passionate creation was suddenly interrupted. Lu Fei frowned and raised his eyes, his face full of displeasure.
"Sauri."
Liu Dehua apologized, then faced Zeng Li and quietly took away his wallet while saying falsely:
"From now on, you and I will be inseparable."
"Card!"
Feng Pengtong looked back at the monitor and found that the transition scene was not difficult at all, but in the spirit of excellence, he saved one line.
Article 2, Article 3...
But when it was the turn of the fourth item, Liu Dehua was not aware that Liu Dehua was distracted. He originally planned to collide back to back, but he never expected to hit him head-on. The hot water accidentally leaked from the thermos cup, and a small amount fell on Lu Fei's face.
The backs of hands and clothes.
"hiss!"
Lu Fei subconsciously withdrew his hands, and the surface of his skin couldn't help but turn red.
"It's okay!"
Zeng Li was startled and immediately rushed forward, grabbing his hand with both hands, her eyes filled with endless distress and worry.
Oh my God!
Feng Tong was so excited that he jumped up from the director's chair and rushed to Mr. Lu. As if he had made a heinous mistake, he nodded and bowed, apologizing in every possible way.
However, he did not dare to criticize Liu Dehua by name, so he could only vent his anger on the prop team and cursed:
"Who the hell asked you to heat water in the kettle?"
"fine."
Lu Fei looked around. Except for Zeng Li, the assistant director and producers all came over one after another. They were surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, treating him like a panda.
Liu Dehua was embarrassed and blamed himself, clasping his hands together:
"Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
"It's okay, King Liu. It's just a little bit. If you had come later, the wounds would have healed, haha."
Lu Fei showed a kind smile, and his relaxed laughter immediately eased the tense and dignified atmosphere in the waiting room.
Feng Pengtong said uneasily: "Master Lu, do you want me to send a few people to accompany you to the hospital?"
"I'm not that pretentious. Isn't it normal for actors to get injured? Hong Kong stars of Liu Tianwang's generation suffered much more serious injuries than this, right?"
Lu Fei did not forget to reduce Liu Dehua's psychological burden.
Zeng Li spoke with understanding: "Yes, it's just a little burn. Just go back and apply some medicine."
Liu Dehua and Feng Pantai looked at each other, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, with a hint of gratitude in their eyes.
But because of this horrifying episode, I didn’t dare to shoot the scene again and just shouted.
So, Lu Fei's scene this morning ends here, and there is one more scene that will have to wait until the evening.
"Thank you for your hard work! Thank you for your hard work!"
Lu Fei used the excuse of going to buy burn medicine, got into an off-road vehicle and drove away. Everyone in the crew praised him:
Mr. Lu, benevolent and righteous!
Mr. Lu, you are so generous!
Li Shuangbing, who was hiding alone in the corner, watched the car drive away and cursed in a low voice: "Bah, hypocrisy!"
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Along the way, the off-road vehicle swayed and bumped.
Outside the car window, you can see blue sky and white clouds, green grass and flowers, and cattle and sheep everywhere.
Lu Fei had no intention of admiring the beautiful scenery. He flipped through the text messages and immediately contacted Sun Mengquan via satellite phone:
"How about that, how many soybean companies in Rizhao participated in the bidding?"
"There are 7 companies in total, except us, Archer Daniels Midland (ADM), Bunge, Cargill and Louis Dreyfus..."
Sun Mengquan listed the dark camps led by the four major grain merchants one by one. "Originally, there were six companies. Yihai Kerry, a subsidiary of Wilmar International, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and it suddenly became seven companies."
Damn it, among the seven co-authors, only the Luhua family is from China?
Lu Fei felt lonely fighting alone, but he turned pressure into motivation and had high morale, "How sure are you?"
“I dare not say 80% to 90%, but at least 60% to 70%!”
Sun Mengquan was very excited. Luhua is a major taxpayer and a major grain and oil manufacturer in eastern Shandong. Rather than package and sell it to foreign investors, leaders at all levels are more willing to let Luhua take over, not only for local protection, but also to defend the national brand.
"Okay, no matter what, we must win it!"
Lu Fei was in great spirits, and what he said was not just angry words.
At present, international grain merchants and domestic soybean oil merchants are engaged in a protracted tug-of-war. One is coercing the power of capital, public opinion, raw materials and law, and the other is a group, relying on its dominance over the local market and supply chain. The two armies are facing each other, waiting for who can win first.
Relax.
If a soybean company is acquired by an international grain merchant, it will be equivalent to tearing a hole and breaking a big hole in the city wall.
Soon there will be a second and third family, and then they will surrender without a fight, and the offensive and defensive alliance will also fall apart.
"Mr. Lu, whether it's for Luhua or our soybean industry, I, Sun, will do my best!"
Sun Mengquan also understood the powerful relationship between them. The first battle was the decisive battle, and the first battle boosted his morale.
Lu Fei narrowed his eyes: "These international grain merchants dare to be arrogant, I want to give them a show of strength!"
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Yanjing, American Soybean Association Office Building in China.
Robert Kuok, with silver hair, suit and leather shoes, stood on crutches and slowly entered the spacious conference room.
A man with yellow hair, blue eyes and a hooked nose walked towards us and said in a New York accent: "Guo, you are finally here!"
"Andreas, long time no see."
Robert Kuok shook hands with him. This person is the current speaker of ADM and is also the initiator and host of the meeting.
"Now that everyone is here, we can have a meeting."
Andreas looked around and saw that ABCD plus Wilmar International, which ADM had a stake in, were no more and no less, five talkers, firmly controlling more than 90% of the global grain and oil market.
If you want wind, you will get wind; if you want rain, you will get rain!
As soon as Robert Kuok sat down, he heard the first agenda item: Who is in favor of peace talks with the Chinese negotiating team?
Looking around, as expected, no one raised their hands, and the words of the BCD grain merchants were full of arrogance and disdain.
"Whoever controls oil controls all countries; whoever controls food controls all mankind. Will we watch the opportunity to control China's soybeans slip away from us?"
"They are just bluffing. My 'friends' in China have all told me that this year the banks are tightening and they cannot borrow loans at all. Their financial situation is very bad. The capital chain will not last for half a year and will be broken in a year."
"Unless a savior comes from heaven with hundreds of millions of dollars in money to save them, they will all die!"
"But they have been active recently, trying to bypass us and let Brazil sell soybeans directly to Chinese companies."
"Jie, Jie, Jie, it's impossible! A company controlled by Bunge deliberately mixed red beans with seed coating agents. China will detain this batch of soybeans with safety issues. When the time comes, we will add fuel to the flames, which will definitely intensify the bilateral trade conflict."
"..."
Robert Kuok watched the conspiracy with a cold eye, saying nothing, feeling angry in his heart, but on the surface he was calm and calm.
"Okay, unanimous vote veto, then we will fight to the end, until they go bankrupt and until they hand over purchasing rights!"
Andreas cleared his throat, "Let's move on to our second agenda item, how to reduce the bargaining chip of the Chinese negotiating team."
Robert Kuok was suddenly the first to speak: "We are going to give China a heavy blow. First, we will acquire a soybean oil company that is on the verge of bankruptcy. We will severely damage their self-confidence, make them weak, and cause them to have civil strife and chaos for their own interests."
"
"Guo, you think the same as us!"
Andreas cast an appreciative glance, "We had discussed before you came that this first domino is a soybean crushing factory in Ludong."
"That's right, we want to show China a little color!"
"Chinese companies are all weaklings. They can surrender as quickly as they can in international trade. They will only bully their own people."
"Except for Huaxia Lu, he is a tough guy."
"But he doesn't get involved in the grain and oil field. Even if he does, he will kneel down and ask for soybeans from us, hahaha."
The other grain business talkers were laughing and joking, confident of winning.
The corners of Kuo Henian's mouth couldn't help but turn up.
