In the director's studio, Li Lu almost jumped with joy. This was the result he wanted. He had filmed it several times before, but besides the fact that the money was unreal, he always felt that something was missing, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Now that I think about it, the real difference in the actor's eyes is the reality. I used fake money before, so it didn't have such a big impact on the actors, and the acting was a little less natural and shocking.
The effect was much better after using real money, including Yu Xiaowei who would peek in the direction of the money from time to time when he and other actors were acting.
Their role is as an anti-corruption bureau, although they must be calm when dealing with corrupt officials.
But it was the first time I saw such a big scene and I definitely couldn’t calm down.
Anti-corruption officers are also human beings. Knowing that they were counterfeit banknotes and props, their acting was a little more deliberate.
Once it is exchanged for real money, it will be different. With several tons of cash in front of you, even if you know it is filming, you will feel different in your heart.
"Inform the bank and bring in a few more staff and money counting machines."
As Yu Xiaowei's words ended, a sound of shouting came from the scene, and this item was passed.
After a few minutes of rest, the second session started. It was still the same room, but there were more than ten people, including bank staff.
Their fingers flew, their lips moved slightly, and stacks of money slipped from their hands, counting money at a speed no slower than a money counter.
In the director's studio, Fang Jing said to Li Lu: "Are these people real bank staff?"
"Yeah! It took me three days to visit several urban areas and dozens of banks to find just a few off-duty bank staff."
Fang Jing, who was about to criticize a few words, closed his mouth.
Their crew really wanted to bring in bank staff, but if the media found out, they wouldn't be able to criticize them to death.
Fortunately, Li Lu was quite sensible and only hired people who were off-duty.
"When will this scene be finished?" Fang Jing handed over a cigarette and the two of them started puffing away.
"Later midnight!"
"What time?" Fang Jing picked his ears, "Didn't you tell me it would only be a few hours?"
"Isn't seven or eight hours just a few hours?" Li Lu looked innocent.
Fang Jing was so stunned that he couldn't say a word and felt extremely depressed.
Under normal circumstances, he couldn't withdraw so much cash in a short period of time. He made a guarantee with the bank that it would be returned before nine o'clock.
"Fuck! I'll go out first and come back to settle the score with you."
After leaving the house, Fang Jing called the person in charge of the bank to explain for a long time and promised to deposit the company's money in their bank next quarter before settling the matter.
The crew stayed for five days, and every day Fang Jing came to check in on time and didn't do anything, just watched.
On this day, Chen Qingquan and a beautiful foreigner were photographed learning English under the quilt. The scale was slightly large.
Several group members at the scene underestimated him.
"In the past, Hong Kong film directors ate meat and left some soup for the audience, but now they don't even leave any soup. Just watch, this section will be cut in half at least when it's broadcast."
"Isn't that right? You've blinded such a beautiful foreign pony, these breasts, this ass, tsk tsk tsk!"
Standing behind, Fang Jing couldn't help but laugh. What the two said was so realistic.
In the past, directors liked to take advantage of actresses when filming, singing and dancing every night, doing everything they should and shouldn't do.
When acting, the scale is also very large. There are all kinds of vaginas and underwear, and it is still broadcast.
Currently, sex scenes below the head are not broadcast.
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"Mr. Fang, I won't go in. You guys can talk."
Back in the Magic City, Yang Ning hadn't left yet and was sitting in the living room watching TV.
I saw her plump figure, wrapped in a bath towel, with her feet casually placed on the coffee table, regardless of the beauty underneath.
Wu Jiajia didn't wait long, put down Fang Jing's suitcase, turned around and ran away with a blush.
"Mr. Ning's skin seems to be getting better and better since he moved here. His whole face is radiant. It's totally different from before."
On the way back, Wu Jiajia's heart was racing, and what came to her mind was Yang Ning's graceful figure.
Yang Ning, who is in her early thirties, is different from girls. It is when she is full of charm, and her every move and smile can captivate people.
Fortunately, she didn't enter the entertainment industry, otherwise she would have become many otaku goddesses.
"Can you be more ladylike, is there anyone here?"
Seeing Yang Ning's appearance, Fang Jing also felt thirsty.
"Hey! Now you call me lady. That's not what you said tonight."
"Go take a shower first and see how you smell!" Approaching Fang Jing, Yang Ning sniffed and pushed him to the bathroom.
"Do you want to come together?"
Seeing that Yang Ning was about to leave, Fang Jing pulled her in and soon heard Yang Ning begging for mercy.
Aroused by the fire, how could Fang Jing let her go so easily? He fought hard for a long time and came out exhausted.
"There have been several variety show invitations recently. I suggest you go if you have nothing to do. You have had enough rest."
At night, Yang Ning leaned next to Fang Jing and chatted with him in a low voice.
"What variety show?"
"Music programs, asking you to be a judge can be considered an improvement in your qualifications."
"No!" Fang Jing shook his head.
I know what level he is at, and although he is pretty good, he is not yet at the point where he needs to give guidance to others.
Experts are among the people. Many folk singers are not necessarily worse in singing skills than singers, and some are even much better.
What they lack is only Hong's opportunity and masterpiece.
Fang Jing pointed out that ordinary singers are okay, but there is no way to make it to the finals.
"Are you going or not?" Yang Ning pinched Fang Jing's waist and said, "Look at Shen Hao, who debuted with you and only had two masterpieces, and now he is in the second tier.
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"What about you? You have dozens of masterpieces. How many of those songs do you have in the top 20? How many awards have you won over the years?"
"Such a good resource would make someone a superstar, but you are still just a front-line player. Can you be more careful?"
"It hurts, it hurts! Can you please stop pinching me?"
Reaching out and rubbing his waist, Fang Jing grinned and said, "Why are you on a variety show? It's not just for fame. Being famous makes money. Once you make money, you can buy the things you like, do what you like, and then find a beautiful wife to sleep on the kang every day!"
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"But I have achieved all these things. I have money, more than one billion, I can eat interest for a lifetime, I have luxury houses, cars, and beautiful women."
After hearing this, Yang Ning's face instantly darkened. She resisted the urge to kick Fang Jing out of bed. She took a deep breath and said seriously: "Do you still have pursuits?"
"You were not like this when we first met. At that time, I saw a kind of unwillingness and ambition in your eyes."
"Now, you spend three days fishing and two days drying nets, and you don't care about anything anymore."
"You used to put down your music and run to become an actor. It's only been so long now. You've just started to improve as an actor and you're lazy again. What can you do with this kind of mentality?"
"Listen to my quibbles, bah! It's not that I don't want to be an actor, it's just that I haven't encountered a good script."
"Brother Chen Kai's script is not good?" Yang Ning rolled her eyes. "Didn't they invite you too?"
"The script is average, not really good. The scene is big, but it's definitely exciting!"
Fang Jing is talking about The Legend of the Cat Demon. Not counting the production cost of more than 200 million, this drama cost more than 900 million to build a Tang Dynasty. The investor father almost cried to death.
In the previous life, the box office of this movie was only 500 million, a huge loss! I don’t know how many bosses turned to motorcycles.