Chapter 878 Only you understand me best (4 updates·Please subscribe)
Author: Qinggu
Mid October.
"The Aesthetics of Death" was announced to have finished filming in an atmosphere where almost everyone was crying and mourning.
Faced with these actors who were crying or laughing, Carlos Zivkovic was very satisfied:
"Look - it must be me who has conquered them as a great director these past few months!"
Yu Junhao didn't think so, and he didn't want to join Carlos Zivkovic's self-satisfied admiration.
Wu Zi packed his bags.
Carlos was not going to let him go and asked:
"Yu, do you think so? This must be an unforgettable filming trip, right? It will play a vital role in their acting careers!"
Yu Junhao could only nod his head:
"I don't think it's important, but it must be a very unforgettable performance career!"
Yu Junhao only thought.
Guy Carlos should be lucky that Sister Xia Yu is not on the set. Otherwise, they will definitely expose his illusions mercilessly:
[Can't you see the pain and relief on these people's faces? Or do you think they would praise you if it were you, who spent more than eight months reading and filming, and under your almost devilishly demanding direction?
Stop dreaming!]
[They wish they had not signed the contract for that salary, and had not chosen to endure it——]
[Can’t you see the resentment in the eyes of these actors and staff?]
Of course, he didn't lie to his partners. This was not just them, but also an unforgettable performance career for himself.
"What about you?" Carlos looked expectantly, looking at the dirty Yu Junhao.
"Me?" Yu Junhao twitched the corner of his mouth: "After this filming, my ability to withstand pressure in performance, my ability to maintain my emotions, and my emotional detachment from the performance role, I think I will be even better."
"I just said, you are the only one who understands me best!"
Carlos Zivkovic was satisfied when he received a satisfactory answer.
"What time is the flight?" Carlos asked, "Do you need me to take you off?"
"Two and a half hours later, Berlin will arrive at the Imperial Capital..."
Yu Junhao shook his head:
"Just be responsible for handling the follow-up of the crew. My assistant has helped me get a car and is outside the crew now."
"Is there enough time? I mean, the next movie you work with Xia will give you time to adjust... After all, your current condition is indeed not ideal. And the next movie needs to show your best side.
"
Looking at Yu Junhao's state at this moment, Carlos is proud: Yu, you worked too hard, you are so good!
Because of this, full of respect for performances and movies, even though he did not like the movie "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" very much, and even had a slight disdain for it, he still felt distressed and worried about Yu Junhao.
"When I join the group, the start time has not yet been determined. Three months, four months? Maybe we will wait until mid-January next year to enter the official round-up, so - you don't have to worry about time, you just need to read "The Aesthetics of Death" carefully.
It will be done later.”
Yu Junhao looked very calm, "On the contrary, I need to worry for you. If - at the end of the film editing, the film quality does not meet Miss Zhuang's standards, I think she is very likely to eat you."
"Hiss!" Carlos refused and was horrified.
Around the Venice Film Festival, Zhuang Ling stayed on the set of "The Aesthetics of Death" for a few days and almost killed him.
During those days, he seemed calm on the surface and fearless during the filming. But afterward, his heart was almost exploded with fright.
"Don't scare me, we are together, we are partners, man!"
"So, you look through the budget accounts for these eight months and see how much is left at the end?"
Carlos crashed: "It seems like a loss?"
Yu Junhao didn’t even look back:
"Good luck?"
*
It is almost consistent with what Yu Junhao thought.
Thousands of kilometers away in the bankrupt sister building in Los Angeles, Zhuang Ling turned on the violent mode.
"I recommend banning... banning and terminating all cooperation with that bastard Carlos Zivkovic!"
When Zhuang Ling saw the final bill, [a negative amount of US$12,623,110], he immediately went berserk!
"I have arranged for a special entourage. If not, this bastard has no idea about money. I am afraid he would have arranged for 300 million US dollars!"
She was sitting in the bankrupt sister's office, sitting on an office chair, close to the window, with her feet on the steps of the large window, wearing a Bluetooth headset, while talking, pinching her temples to prevent the anger from directly rushing to her brain, and fucking her CPU
Exploded.
Because there are children at home, she rarely smokes when Ms. Xia Yu and Ms. Yong Xia are around.
But from the moment she got the expense bill, it has been more than an hour now and she has smoked a pack of cigarettes.
After probably cursing for more than half an hour, her mood finally stabilized.
I picked up the cigarette case and shook it, but there was no movement. I frowned and opened it to find that it was really gone.
Throw it into the trash can next to your desk.
I opened the drawer and found a drawer full of cigarettes, three types of cigarettes, and finally picked one with a tar content of 15MG.
In recent years, Zhuang Ling has been more interested in looking at 12, and there are really fewer people looking at 15 and above.
This is almost Zhuang Ling's limit. You can't touch a certain industry just because the pressure is high and there is no zero tolerance in the beautiful country. There are many ways to relieve stress. The work pressure Zhuang Ling currently receives is released.
, just buy two packs of cigarettes, then refute him fiercely, scold Xia Yu angrily for an hour, and you will be able to get good relief!
You want to ask Zhuang Ling about his experience?
She would probably say: Just transfer the pressure away and it will be fine.
Of course, if we go deeper, this is probably her situation at the moment.
He tore open the cigarette package and lit one. While continuing to put pressure on Xia Yu, he turned on his personal backup machine and clicked on a familiar comic website. He was doing three things at once, enjoying it with relish.
I'm probably done venting my anger, so I'm done.
But regarding this "masterpiece" of Carlos Zivkovic, Zhuang Ling still maintains the attitude of not reimbursing:
"Twenty million US dollars is the upper limit. The extra US$12,623,110 will be borne by Future Film and Television. If it is less than US$13 million, they won't be unable to come up with it, right?
?”
She was categorical:
"Anyway, don't look for me. You can't give the company's money to him even if you feed it to the dog. With the way he spends it, I even want to terminate the contract. Do you expect him to make money? It's better to expect hens to lay golden eggs!"
"Okay, then senior sister will be responsible for follow-up communication on Carlos' side?" Xia Yu was helpless.
"If I'm not responsible, how can you still do it?" Zhuang Ling sneered, not giving him any face.
It wasn't until he talked about the new movie that his attitude softened slightly:
"The review of all shooting locations has been completed, and all videos and various evaluations have been sent to your email!"
"Okay!" Xia Yu: "I will reply to senior sister within seven working days!"
