Chapter 108 What’s so noble about that piece of shit!
Author: Bu Ning
Chapter 108 What’s so noble about that piece of shit!
Assistant director Zhang Yin immediately changed her expression.
The voice was sulky: "You have something to do at nine o'clock, are you talking about it now? The stage background has just been set up here, and it is probably past eight o'clock when the recording is finished. How can you finish recording him before nine o'clock when the scene is reset?"
"He has been treated according to the most generous treatment. We have paid for the stage. He doesn't have to worry about anything. He can just come to the pre-recorded show in the afternoon to sing, and then he can go directly to the stage without waiting for the live broadcast. Even one person has been booked... We have already done this.
What else can you do to get to this point!"
People cannot be judged by their appearance.
The starry-eyed lady who was so soft-spoken just now.
In the blink of an eye, he turned into an emotionally unstable wage earner who was tortured to the point of irritability by Party A.
Zhang Yin was furious and went into a rage, "Where are the others? I'll tell them!"
The person on the other side said tremblingly: "It's not...he's not here yet..."
...it makes people even more angry!
Zhang Yin, whose patience was on the verge of breaking out, couldn't bear it anymore and began to curse: "You're giving remote command before you even come? Do you really think of yourself as an emperor? What does he want? Give everyone an order to run away and break their legs? Just wait without doing anything."
Come here and record directly? Then leave after recording?"
"No matter how bad our song is, we won't go to this extent to ask for help! Where is the director? What does he mean..."
Obviously.
Because of Ji Ge, the scene where the pre-recorded buried was originally planned was in chaos.
The staff were running around.
Gu Nanci was left standing there for a moment.
Adhering to the idea that I would never tire myself, I very consciously found a seat under the stage and sat down to wait.
"Ji Ge?... Sounds a little familiar." Gu Nanci murmured to herself while drinking the red date health tea that Lan Gui'an brewed for her before going out from the thermos cup.
Qian Yueliu on the side: "..."
"In your previous music festival, the song "Kill" was rapped by someone else."
Gu Nanci suddenly said: "Oh! I said so!"
"...Little brat, I'm not telling you, if you really want to work in Laiyu, you'd better catch up on your seniors' knowledge as soon as possible." Qian Yueliu looked helpless: "Otherwise, you won't even know how you might offend others when we meet in the future."
Gu Nanci waved his hand: "It's okay, let them make fun of me in the future."
Qian Yueliu: "..."
!!!
OK.
Angry cub.
Qian Yueliu felt tired, but he didn't attach much importance to these pedantic ideas in the first place. He didn't force it and just let the artist develop on his own.
When you hit a wall, you know it hurts.
At the pre-recording scene, there were a few assistant directors and assistants who were constantly negotiating, and the rest were at a standstill.
From time to time you can hear conversations around you.
"What's going on? Are you still here waiting to record or not?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, the director is getting angry about this!"
"Damn it, is Ji Ge looking for trouble? The order of the program was decided early in the morning and the stage was set! Is he trying to change the time temporarily?"
"I'm the worst damn one, okay!" the props team leader gritted his teeth, "He only had the most complicated and luxurious stage background in the whole audience, so he reserved two hours in the afternoon for the set, but what happened? He wanted to change the time!"
The props team leader put his hands on his hips and snarled: "You have to finish recording before nine o'clock? I won't even have time to dismantle it and put on a new one before fucking nine o'clock! Isn't he the only one who's awesome? He just said a few words without even considering whether others can run or not.
Broken leg!"
People all around were trying to persuade them: "Calm down, calm down, oh, isn't it just to get better ratings this time? Who's going to make people popular? Besides, our guest list has been released, and most of the fans who are watching from outside are still here.
Other people’s…”
"Then you can't bully people like this!"
"Don't talk about changing the time now, it's good to be able to record! If it's really too late, and a program team over there randomly announces that the arrangement is unreasonable and makes it impossible to record, then there will be no way to redress the grievances, and you will vomit to death...
"
"It can't be that extreme! It's obviously their problem——"
"Oh, don't be naive. How did the song fall in the first place? Others don't know, but us old people don't know? Isn't it because of those shameless people..."
When it comes to secrets, his voice gradually becomes lower.
Off stage.
Qian Yueliu clicked his tongue, shook his head, looked at the chaotic program team, squinted his eyes and said meaningfully:
"Oh, I can't keep it if I force it."
Gu Nanci glanced at it and frowned: "What do you mean, Ji Ge won't come?"
Qian Yueliu's pupils tightened, as if he was shocked by Gu Nanci's cleverness. He didn't expect to understand the connotation of the conversation in one second.
He immediately shook his head like a rattle and denied it in a serious manner: "I didn't say that! Don't talk nonsense!"
Gu Nanci was speechless and rolled his eyes.
There seems to be some outcome from the discussion over there.
I saw Zhang Yin holding the mobile phone and walking to the corner to talk over there.
Helpless workers.
Even if he was so angry that he breathed fire for a second, he vowed to kill the idiot Party A.
The next second the call was connected, I had to change into a smiling mask and beg humbly:
"Hello? Teacher Ji Ge, I am Xiaozhang who was with you before the song. Do you think you can...ah, no...then it will be a little later..."
During the request, a field assistant who was one level below Zhang Yin came over and informed Gu Nanci that her pre-recording had been postponed due to unexpected circumstances.
The work team, who had just witnessed being made a fuss by an artist, was obviously nervous when they came to communicate with the artist again.
However, Gu Nanci seemed to have expected it and replied politely: "It's okay. I'll go back to the backstage first and let you know when I can record."
I didn't expect it to be so friendly.
Matsuke was obviously stunned, and then he faced the beautiful face and fell into a longer silence.
Compare it with this look.
...Damn it! What the hell is Ji Ge doing with that piece of shit!
The scene was full of complaints.
The buried stage was originally set up for recording, but because Ji Ge didn't have enough time, he immediately dismantled it, and then worked hard to create the beautiful scenery for Ji Ge's singing.
Everyone’s recording time has also been pushed back.
Moreover, the live fans who could have come in to watch the pre-recorded stage were forced to stay outside and had to wait.
Because this scene was pre-recorded by Buried.
So what is actually waiting is the audience who are about to watch Gu Nanci’s stage.
After returning to the lounge, Gu Nan asked Qian Yueliu to buy a few boxes of water and food and distribute them to people waiting outside for buried pre-recording.
It’s not expensive, but it’s a nice touch anyway.
Even, he may not be her fan.
It is estimated that most of them are people watching the excitement and fans of other artists to kill time and queue up - after all, I came all the way in the morning, and I didn't see anyone holding up a light sign with their own name.
But since she chose to watch her stage, she has to take responsibility, even if it means a little care.
Although this turn of events can't even be blamed on her.
Unexpectedly, Qian Yueliu, who had always been stingy with money, went out of his way this time and tried his best to buy Fenfa. Even after Gu Nanci said to pay for it at his own expense, the usually poor ghost incarnation did not ask for reimbursement this time.
However, when it was approaching nine o'clock, Qian Yueliu poked Gu Nanci, who was lying on the table and had finally slept for a few minutes:
"Wake up, wake up, it's probably your turn soon, so cheer up in advance! Behave well then!"
Gu Nanci, who had just woken up, had lost his usual provocative edge and looked like a glutinous rice dumpling freshly baked, harmless and cute, letting people rub it into his arms.
The tail notes were lazily stuck together, soft and waxy, and I asked casually: "Is the recording over there?"
Qian Yueliu's speechless voice was just as I expected:
