An Ning watched Zhang Youbin turn around and leave with the assistant director. After walking far away, she couldn't help shouting: "Zhang Youbin, come on!"
"I know!" Zhang Youbin looked depressed and shouted without even turning his head, waving his hands.
The assistant director brought Zhang Youbin to the dressing room and said to the makeup artist: "Immediately give him the full makeup of the leading actor, including the costume."
Although several makeup artists were surprised, they still nodded and said, "Okay."
Zhang Youbin sat on the chair and let several makeup artists play with his hair. The assistant director sat on a high stool and handed a script to Zhang Youbin. He said to Zhang Youbin: "Mr. Zhang, Chapter 1
This set of shots is the one taken by Han Zhiyu in the morning. You are practicing swordplay on the grass. There is nothing difficult about it. Several actions are also very simple. Just ask the action director to briefly explain it to you.
The most important part of our set of shots is the last scene, which is the moment when the camera hovers from top to bottom and finally freezes the picture on your expression. Your expression must be in place."
"It's mainly about expressions and eyes. You have to show the courage to be a great hero, as well as the obsession and love for swordsmanship. To put it bluntly, it's just an expression. You want the audience to know that you are a real man.
, is a warrior!”
"A warrior? I'm a fucking warrior..."
Zhang Youbin cursed in his heart, nodded in confusion, and said: "I understand..."
"Actually, this set of shots is very short. It only lasts about ten seconds. But the most difficult thing is this. Many people can only make superficial appearances but cannot express the charm. This is also something that many actors cannot break through.
The bottleneck, what we call perseverance and masculinity, can't be expressed by gritting one's teeth or pretending to be cool. You have to understand from the heart the psychological process that a hero should have. Only when you have the inner spirit, can you be successful in the movie.
The pure visual appearance conveys the spirit." The assistant director tried his best to explain to Zhang Youbin in the most plain words.
"I understand." Zhang Youbin nodded and said, "All I have to do is do a series of sword-training movements, and then give the camera a determined expression and that's it, right?"
"Uh..." the assistant director thought for a moment, nodded and said, "That's it in a nutshell, do you have any experience?"
"Experience?" Zhang Youbin frowned and said, "No..."
The assistant director smiled and said: "No, it doesn't matter. Maybe you should already have a certain outline in your mind, but you can't express it, but it's okay, as long as you can express as much as possible in front of the camera what you are thinking,
Then there will basically be no problem.”
"I'll do my best!" Zhang Youbin looked at the script in his hand. There wasn't even a line in it. In a few simple sentences, he explained what he should do in the first set of shots. With a determined look? Zhang Youbin squinted his eyes in his mind.
Secretly thinking: "This shouldn't be a big problem, right?"
After the makeup artists put the wig on Zhang Youbin, they began to wipe it on Zhang Youbin's face. Zhang Youbin swore that in his life, except when he disguised himself to kill people or to enter and exit the country, or when he was escaping, he had put on makeup. In other places, these things
He has never used it at all, and Zhang Youbin is not good at using these things to beautify himself. All the makeup he has ever put on has distorted and uglified his face until people could not recognize him at all.
"The costumes are still at Han Zhiyu's place," the person in charge of costumes said to the assistant director with a look of helplessness.
"Why don't you hurry up and get it?!" the assistant director said with a depressed look.
"Ah?" The costume designer was extremely depressed. How embarrassing is this? You have to go ask Han Zhiyu for clothes by yourself? I heard that he was just fired by the crew, and now you go to him to get costumes for the performance. Isn't this uncomfortable?
?
"Go quickly!" the assistant director urged hurriedly: "Director Zhang is still waiting outside. Director Zhang said that we need to audition in full makeup, and the male protagonist's clothes will be that one!"
"Oh," the extremely depressed costumer walked out helplessly.
After the costume designer left the door, he cursed in his mind: "Damn it, you made me do this kind of offence..."
Although he was a costume designer and it was his duty to get the costumes back, even a heartless person would know that he would offend someone. There was nothing he could do about it. The costume designer walked to Han Zhiyu's door in great depression and hesitated for a moment before pressing the button.
The doorbell rang.
"Ding dong..." The pleasant sound of the doorbell made Han Zhiyu, who was lying on the bed with a depressed look on his face, sit up suddenly.
"Come in, the door is unlocked." Han Zhiyu thought it was his manager who came and said in Korean.
"What are you talking about?" The costume designer looked confused. After calming down a little, he said, "Mr. Han Zhiyu? I am a costume designer and I have something to do with you."
"Clothing?" Han Zhiyu's Chinese is not very good and he has been relying on his agent for translation. At this moment, he heard a general idea, frowned, and said in Chinese: "Come in, the door is unlocked."
The costume designer gently opened the door and walked in. He smiled apologetically and said to Han Zhiyu who was sitting by the bed: "Well...Mr. Han, the crew wants to use your costume, so I'm here to get it."
Han Zhiyu was surprised for a long time. He didn't understand the content very clearly. He asked curiously: "What do you want to see me for?"
The costume designer thought for a moment and repeated the sentence in English, but Han Zhiyu still couldn't understand it. He participated in the draft to become a star before graduating from high school. Moreover, he was a troubled boy in high school, working all day long.
Study, so English is worse than Chinese.
"Sorry..." Han Zhiyu said to the costume designer with some embarrassment: "You... wait a minute." After saying that, Han Zhiyu walked outside the door and shouted: "Pu Ke, Pu Ke?"
Pu Ke is Han Zhiyu's agent, but the name sounds a bit like a prostitute.
Pu Ke poked his head out of the room and asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Come here." Han Zhiyu waved to him, and Pu Ke hurried over and asked, "What are you doing with me?"
Han Zhiyu pointed at the costume designer and said, "I don't quite understand what he is talking about. Please help me ask him."
The agent's Chinese was pretty good. He nodded, looked at the costumer and asked in surprise: "What can I do for you?"
The costume designer smiled apologetically and said, "Mr. Park Ke, the crew wants to use Mr. Han Zhiyu's costume, so I'm asked to pick it up."
"Costumes?" Pu Ke frowned and asked in great surprise: "That's the actor's costume, who wants to use it?!"
The costume designer answered truthfully: "It was Mr. Zhang Youbin who wanted to use it. Director Zhang arranged for him to audition in full makeup, so..."
"What?!" Pu Ke was stunned, and after a while he asked in disbelief: "What did you say? Zhang Youbin is going to audition?!"
"Yes." The costume designer nodded.
"The male protagonist?" Park Ke asked.
"That's right." The costumer nodded again. Then he asked cautiously: "Mr. Pu Ke, can you give me the clothes? They are in a hurry over there..."
Pu Ke's face instantly turned very ugly, and he began to think like a villain: Is this a trick jointly staged by Datang Group and Director Zhang? In fact, they had already decided that Zhang Youbin would play this role.
, the reason why Han Zhiyu came over and made things difficult in every possible way was to increase the hype?
Pu Ke has enough reasons to think so. First, because most of the people of his ethnic group are like this. They don't have any broadmindedness, so when looking at other people, they are also very narrow-minded, not to mention that they have suffered so much here.
Feeling wronged.
Secondly, there is the identity of Zhang Youbin. He is the grandson of the chairman of Datang Group. It is just a matter of one sentence to appoint him.
Pu Ke's expression was very angry. The costumer had known that such a situation would happen. He hurriedly persuaded him: "Mr. Pu Ke, don't be angry. I don't have time to persuade you now. Just calm down. Where are the clothes?"
Please give it to me as soon as possible!"
Han Zhiyu didn't understand the conversation between the two and asked Pu Kedao: "What's going on? What does he want to do?"
Park Ke said to him angrily in Korean: "He wants your costume. Because they are about to arrange an audition for Zhang Youbin, the male lead!"
"What?!" Han Zhiyu's eyes were as wide as copper bells: "What's going on? Director Zhang doesn't need me. He wants to use that Zhang Youbin?! Damn it, he said that my acting skills are not good, that Zhang Youbin is just an amateur.
!”
"I guess they have already made an internal decision on this matter. This time they just want to use us as a hype!" Manager Pu Ke said with a look of resentment.
"Asshole!" Han Zhiyu was also furious. He was already very angry, and because of being influenced by Pu Ke, he immediately accepted his point of view: "They asked us to come, and then they scolded me non-stop.
Just to use me as a foil to Zhang Youbin? Okay! You really know how to find this kind of back-and-forth thing!"
"Um..." The costumer was not in the mood to listen to the two of them chirping and chirping. Seeing the unkind expressions on their faces, he was not in the mood to stay angry with the two of them, so he said: "You still have to
Give me the clothes, they are in need over there."
Han Zhiyu rushed into the room and found the discarded costume from a corner.
Costume designer, it's just that the outfit has many different clothes and metal accessories. No matter how good the costume designer is, he can't catch so many things with two hands without being hit by the metal accessories and hurting all over his body.
The costume designer was furious, but he was just a small character. He was beaten by such a superstar, and there was no other way. He couldn't go up and beat him up, right? Besides, there were two of them, and he was alone.
In desperation, the costumer had no choice but to squat down, pick up all the things, hold them in his arms and turn around to leave. After walking a long way, he turned back, gritted his teeth and yelled at the two people: "FUCK!"