Countless people from the script team looked at the scene in front of them and really couldn't believe it.
This is Zhang Fan's house, that's right.
But is Wang Dalu so humble?
How cautious are you with a fat man who is a janitor?
Please, Director Wang, you are the director, the director!
Have you forgotten your dignity?
Have you forgotten how you used to deal with other actors?
We are all our own people here, and most of them are people who have been working with you for more than ten or twenty years.
Why are you acting like this?
If you don’t know, I would have thought you were here to meet your biological father.
We are very panicked when you act like this, Director Wang!
Also, what are you doing here? Can you tell us about it? I don’t have any idea at all right now.
In the past, there was an assistant martial arts director squatting on the curb, and now the assistant director of the script team was squatting at the door.
What are you doing!
Are you trying to find an excuse to fire us?
Lying on the grass, don’t do it!
We didn't offend you, nor did we ask you to raise your salary. We get whatever salary you give us.
You don't have much money, and for the filming of "Civet Flower", you got 8 billion.
Moreover, Zhang Fan also received two billion.
It’s impossible to run out of money, right?
All in all, it’s 10 billion!
Director Wang, don’t do this!
If this fat man is your enemy, just say a word, there are so many of us, what are you afraid of?
We still have something to deal with. Although it is a prop, it still hurts to hit someone.
At this moment, a group of people looked at Wang Dalu, who was waiting cautiously for the reply from the fat man at the door, with mixed emotions.
"Master, let you in!" Yuan San also received a reply from Zhang Fan.
"Thank you, fat brother!" Wang Dalu said with a very arrogant expression, cupping his fists and cupping his hands.
But he remembered that the fat man in front of him was also a master. He had to act like a martial artist. After all, he had filmed many martial arts dramas!
But the next moment, Wang Dalu's eyes flashed.
There seems to be a fat character in the script. The big guys in it are so good-looking that they must find some greenery to set them off.
Well, I have to discuss this matter with Zhang Fan.
"I'm a lot older, so my eyesight is better. Now that the young master is busy, I know something interesting." Yuan San continued.
Wang Dalu, who had not yet crossed the threshold, immediately turned around, cupped his fists and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, fat brother, for reminding me."
!!!
There were countless people in the crew, and their expressions froze again!
Know something interesting?
This fat man is so crazy!
The most terrifying thing is that at this moment, Wang Dalu’s face has no anger at all!
That smile with gratitude...
The entire script team felt like they had seen a ghost.
When did Wang Dalu become so easy to talk to?
In all these years, they have never heard of anyone who dared to do this to Wang Dalu.
Even among those investors worth hundreds of billions or tens of billions, which one is not polite to Wang Dalu?
Damn, isn't the way you got up wrong today?
Or did you drink too much at noon?
That’s not right, can you get drunk even if you drink Sprite?
The crew followed Wang Dalu in a daze, walking into the door like zombies.
However, the moment he stepped through the door...
Damn, why are there so many people?
Damn it, have you drawn your sword?
At this moment, what appeared in front of them was the action of a group of people drawing swords from the ground.
"Gulu!"
The sound of swallowing saliva kept coming.
"Director Wang, if not, let's go back first."
"Director Wang, my stomach hurts!"
As soon as we entered the door, someone from the other side drew a sword. Who can withstand it?
With a small body like ours, one knife at a time, there is absolutely no chance of running away.
Wo Cao, Wang Dalu, this guy, couldn't have offended Zhang Fan, and now he's here to plead guilty?
Or did you bring us to Zhang Fan for a fight?
Are you kidding me? I have no strength, who can I beat?
The most important thing is that the group of people in front of me is so dark that there are at least several thousand people.
How many do we have here?
Director Wang, it’s not that we won’t help you, it’s just a dog’s life that matters.
???
Wang Dalu turned around, and when he saw a group of people whose legs were trembling, and some were even running away, Wang Dalu's nose became crooked in an instant.
"I'm sorry, stop!"
Wang Dalu was furious!
These guys actually want to run away?
Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?
Okay, let’s go for a hammer!
At this moment, thousands of people turned their heads at the same time!
Swish, brush, brush!
His eyes were like daggers, staring at the door!
The momentum is like a rainbow!
"What are you doing? Holding a knife? Holding a stick? What do you want to do?"
There are countless people on Wang Yuchen's side, with murderous intent!
Damn it, someone brought a guy to the leader's house, and they thought we were not human beings?
"Brothers, do it!"
"Kill them!"
"Uncle, chop them to death."
???
Wang Dalu's eyes were dull.
Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, what are you doing, I'm not here to fight.
Damn it, I just came here in the morning!
"Clang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
The sound of metal colliding exploded around Wang Dalu.
??
Wang Dalu lowered his head.
When he saw the props, sticks and swords at his feet, Wang Dalu panicked.
"You bastard, who asked you to take this guy?"
Wang Dalu was like a cat with explosive hair, his voice was extremely sharp.
I'm crazy, I'm crazy!
Do you want to die? What do you want to do with so many guys?
Do you want to hack Zhang Fan to death?
Or do you want me to be hacked to death?
A bunch of unruly people, do you want to kill me?
At this moment, Wang Dalu finally understood why he had only shown up in the morning, and now the atmosphere was so wrong.
"It's a thing that fails to succeed but fails to succeed!" Wang Dalu was furious!
And the crew all had question marks written all over their faces!
Didn't you ask us to bring the props?
Our "Li Hua" is a fairy tale drama. If we don't bring swords and sticks, what will we bring?
Bring snacks?
Wang Dalu ignored the crew and quickly explained to the Fengzi group: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, these are props, props."
"Haha, who are you kidding? Come on in, squat down, hold your head, and squat in the corner." A group of people only twenty meters away from Wang Dalu were gearing up.
Seeing this, Wang Dalu almost cried.
Holding your head? Crouching in the corner?
Damn it, what kind of shit have I encountered?
"Zhang Fan, Uncle Zhang Fan, if you don't come out, I will be beaten to death." Wang Dalu howled.
He is the director! Director!
One of the most awesome directors in China!
Ahhhhh! How come we encounter such nonsense?
"You guys are making a fuss and get out of here. This is director Wang Daluwang, who came to film the show with the team leader." Xu Xingwang started to drink in a low voice.
After hearing this, the slap on Tuan's face was like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"What a director."
"Oh, I thought I could have a fight today."
"It's my fault. I don't know Wang Dalu. Who knew he was the director?"
"When you come to film, just film. What kind of weapons do you bring?"
Looking at this scene, Wang Dalu wanted to cry!
What expressions are you looking at? Are you so disappointed that you can’t hit me?
Me!
If you have the guts, don't be a part-timer, otherwise, I'll make you lie in the stinking ditch for a few days!
(Hahahaha, I have become obsessed with reading novels these days. I actually finished reading an 8 million-word novel!) (To be continued)