But after hearing Jia Chi's words, he deliberately turned his voice to the maximum.
It's like deliberately fighting Jia Chi like this.
Jia Chi slapped the armrest of the chair and stood up, "Fuck you! Can you act? If you can't act, give it to me..."
The deputy director immediately hugged Jia Chi and sat down, "Director Jia, he is the person promoted by Yixiang Media now. Our new drama still needs him to attract traffic to us. Mr. Guan has spoken out, let us
Take care of Mr. Guan, you also know the weight of Mr. Guan in the circle. You have been waiting for so long, and it’s nothing to wait for a while.”
Jia Chi pointed at the watch on his wrist.
"Look at what time it is now? Ah? What's your name?"
Jia Chi pointed at the young man.
The young man was not birdy at all. He held his cell phone and pointed at the microphone, "Restart if you don't give the shooter position!"
Jia Chi's face turned pale with anger.
When you have to smash the script in your hand.
The agent came over and said with a smile, "Director Jia, please calm down, why bother to be so angry? You have been in this industry for so long, why are you still so angry? Our artists are enough, we
The artist is tired along the way and needs a while. You can ask everyone to rest. When will my artist rest? Let’s start filming again.
Oh by the way, our artist is called Zhou Han! Remember, don’t forget it again!”
The agent smiled at Jia Chi.
Jia Chi took a deep breath, and the deputy director and several staff members of the crew pulled Jia Chi.
Those who are involved in this circle know that this is very realistic. Whoever has a great position speaks with a strong tone. When you are a big player, everyone else has to endure it.
There are only the sound of Zhou Han playing games on the set, and occasionally the sound of Zhou Chi playing games and scolding people.
Wang Han quietly tried to control the Qi body of the Vajra Realm in his lounge.
If you want to control this thing, it will take at least half a month to see if it is in this situation.
This was a bit beyond Wang Han's expectations.
Time flies.
Wang Han suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the time.
It's been more than an hour.
When I came before, I heard that an actor was in a traffic jam on the road, so Wang Han came to the lounge to wait.
Unexpectedly, after waiting for more than an hour, no one came to call.
Wang Han finished his merit and walked outside.
After pushing the door in.
I found the set was quiet.
Jia Chi stood at the window with a pale face smoking a cigarette.
Everyone else whispered with their heads down.
The other side.
A man was surrounded by stars like the moon, some people were holding water cups, some people were holding snacks, and some people were holding baby warmers and squatting beside him and covering him.
There were several people standing behind him still cheering for him.
Wang Han glanced at him, "Director Jia, won't take pictures today?"
Jia Chi turned around and looked at Wang Han, smiled helplessly, "I'll take a photo later."
"It's almost ten o'clock in the evening. You can't take photos in the early morning, right? What are you waiting for? Haven't you arrived yet?" Wang Han asked again.
"The person is here."
Wang Han looked at the young man surrounded by a group of people again.
I found it looked familiar.
When I looked closely, I found that it was the Zhou Han I met when I just returned to China.
Wang Han greeted Guan Sisi and asked him to come out after being wise. Unexpectedly, he came out again in just a few days.
Let so many people wait for him alone.
"Wow! This wave of operation is great! You are too awesome! This operation is no less than a professional player!" The assistant stood behind Zhou Han and flattered him.
Zhou Han turned his head and the assistant immediately fed Zhou Han water.
Wang Han walked towards Zhou Han.
Several people around Zhou Han looked at him and found that Wang Han looked a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
Zhou Han stared at his mobile phone to play games from beginning to end, and did not look up at Wang Han at all.
"Are you stupid? Can you play assist?" Zhou Han suddenly cursed at the microphone.
As soon as he finished scolding, Wang Han took away his phone.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Han raised his head and glared at Wang Han.
Wang Han glanced at the phone screen and said, "1-12-0! Are you playing damn it! Which professional player is like this?"
After saying that, Wang Han smashed his phone directly.
Zhou Han stood up on the spot and pushed Wang Han.
Unexpectedly, not only did he not push Wang Han, but he was also retaliated on the chair.
The assistant agent and bodyguards behind Zhou Han surrounded Wang Han.
"What are you doing? Are you looking for death? Do you know how precious my artist is?"
"What does it have to do with who you are? Can you take pictures? If you can't take pictures, you can change people!"
When the atmosphere is tense.
The staff on the set rushed over.
Pulling Zhou Han's agent.
"This is Mr. Wang! The boss of Apocalypse Media! Come and play a guest role!"
Zhou Han's agent quickly squeezed out a smile.
"It turns out it's Mr. Wang. This is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. They are all family members. Misunderstandings, this is all misunderstandings! Quick! Makeup artist, put on makeup quickly! You can act immediately!"
Zhou Han looked at Wang Han with some dissatisfaction, but after all, the other party was a big boss, and he had heard of some of the power behind Tianqi Media.
Everyone in the circle knows that the boss behind Tianqi Media is no worse than Yixiang Media.
After looking at Wang Han, Zhou Han still felt familiar.
But the Tianwang Han was wearing a mask and the crowd was in chaos. Zhou Han pretended to be too lazy to see people and did not recognize Wang Han at all.
The staff on the set looked at Wang Han and showed gratitude.
Finally, the filming can start.
There is also a rivalry between Wang Han and Zhou Han today.
After the two of them stood in their positions.
Check in for the field record.
Wang Han and Zhou Han stood opposite each other.
Zhou Han put his hands in his pockets, raised one hand and tweaked his bangs to show off his cool and handsome appearance.
“12,1234567,123,1234,5678910jqk.”
Wang Han felt like he had split in a trance.
I have only heard of such talented people before.
I didn't expect to meet it today.
"Click!"
Wang Han shouted and pointed at Zhou Han.
"Can't you remember these few lines? Are there Qin Hui kneeling in your mind?"
Jia Chi suddenly covered his mouth and lowered his head, twitched his shoulders hard, and pinched his thighs with one hand to prevent himself from laughing out loud.
The deputy director came over for no reason, "Director Jia, what does Mr. Wang mean? Why is Qin Hui kneeling?"
"It's all rumored that there was a Qin Hui kneeling in the chicken's brain, and he was swearing people with a small brain."
The assistant director kept laughing, and everyone else was laughing.
I began to fall in love with this Mr. Wang.
They were all angry by Zhou Han's big name, but they didn't dare to say anything, so they had to endure it. Now that we're done, Mr. Wang did what they wanted but didn't dare to do.
The agent hurriedly ran up.
"Mr. Wang, our artists are so tired during this period. Don't worry, we will dubbing later! This situation is normal!"
Wang Han's anger surged up, "Normal! I spent so much money and you'll count a few numbers for me. Do you think I'm a sucker? If you can play it, you can play it! If you can't play it, you can't play it.
Get out of here!"
Zhou Han’s nest was on fire, and the agent hurriedly put it in the middle, "Let’s go remember the lines now, Mr. Wang, don’t be angry!"
A few minutes later.
Restart shooting.
Zhou Han still put his hands in his pockets and used a very artificial bubble sound channel.
"Listen, today you can't fly. Don't look at it. No one saves you, you..."
"Click!"
Wang Han shouted again.
"What are you playing? I remember that in the script, isn't the character he played a very powerful and charming person?"
The agent ran up to rescue again, "Mr. Wang, our artist is tired, if you do it again, you will definitely be able to perform well."
"Zhou Han, a little bit of tone, show some momentum. Remember, the smaller the voice, the greater the momentum!"
Zhou Han glanced at Wang Han coldly.
Shooting started again.
Zhou Han looked at Wang Han, but still kept his cool and cool movements with his hands in his pockets.
My mouth was opened and my lips were squirming, and the sound was so low that I could not hear it.
Wang Han finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped it with a big mouth.
"Have your fucking vocal cords fall into your home?"