In a residential room in the Magic City, Qin Xiaobao shouted.
"OK, cut, I announce that "The Tuner" is finished!"
"yeah!!!"
Not too enthusiastic cheers rang out, but there was nothing we could do, there were only thirteen people in the room, and the filming took three days together, so there was definitely no emotion.
There are already actors who have finished filming and left early, and Xiaobao left his contact information.
The cooperation between the two parties is quite pleasant, and it may be useful in the future.
In the end, we still overspent.
However, Xiao Zheng generously donated 15,000 yuan, which was considered a loan to him.
A total of nearly 60,000 yuan was spent, and the remaining 8,000 yuan was exchanged for more than four hours of material, and some of it had to be spent on editing later.
There is no computer CG in the whole story. It is neither necessary nor affordable.
Even though we are a grassroots team, we still have to have what we should have.
Xiaobao took out the red envelopes he had prepared a long time ago. They were not many, and they were all 100 yuan. They were very meaningful.
"Thank you, Director Qin."
"You can come to me next time you have a job."
“The boss is awesome.”
After listening to the words "Director Qin" for a few days, he still felt very comfortable. He kept the memory in a safe place and shouted loudly: "Come to the Sichuan restaurant if you have nothing to do tonight. Don't think it's a low-quality restaurant. We have enough wine."
"Definitely arriving."
"Okay."
"I want to come."
After packing their things, a group of people restored the furnishings of the residential house and got on the minibus to move together for the last time.
"I really admire the author's imagination. This reversal is so powerful. I clearly knew it was filming, but I shuddered to think about it in another person's shoes." Little Zheng didn't know that the author was actually Xiaobao himself.
Qin Xiaobao didn't plan to show off his cards now. Wouldn't it be fun to keep the secret for a while and finally reveal it together?
"Yeah, I admire him too, and it's also the confidence that the script gave me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have wanted to make this short film by myself." He smiled: "Thanks to your help these days, there will be a lot of work at night.
Have two drinks.”
"Forget it, it's almost done. You have to keep your money for post-production. I and several other staff members have to return to work tomorrow." Xiao Zheng knew the situation of the crew well and didn't want him to waste money: "You must get one
Come back with the prize."
"Haha, I'll try my best."
The closing banquet in the evening had a good atmosphere, but I didn't drink too much wine.
After three consecutive days of intense work, everyone was exhausted. They got up at 7 a.m. and went to bed at 11 or 12 p.m. During this period, they were either filming, moving, or setting up, so there was almost no free time.
Besides, for everyone except Xiaobao, it's just a small job, and the money isn't much, so it's easy to do.
...
The sound of raindrops woke Xiaobao from his deep sleep. He wiped his eyes and saw that it was gray outside.
What is happiness? You don’t have to get up early to go to work in the cold and light rain, but you can hide in a warm bed and enjoy it. This is the greatest happiness.
He's very lucky.
During the three days of filming, God blessed me with sunny weather. Although the scenes were shot in a covered area, it was much more convenient to move around.
This ending and the sudden change can only be attributed to luck.
When I came back last night, the window was not closed and the cold wind blew in. Xiaobao wrapped himself up like a silkworm chrysalis. It was impossible to get up and close the window unless he couldn't hold back the urge to urinate.
I felt it secretly, and it was okay.
How can I put it this way, when he became a director for the first time, he wanted to do the right thing, but he didn’t understand many things and it was very difficult to implement it.
Fortunately, the people around me are all experts and have experience, and they helped a lot. If I were to prepare it all by myself, it would take three days to complete the filming, and even the establishment of a team would be a bit overwhelming.
Of course, there is no doubt about his role.
Ordinary directors first conceive the desired scene in their mind through the script. However, conveying the idea is not a simple matter. It requires constant searching. This is why there are situations where a scene has been shot several times and it is not satisfactory, but it is not satisfactory.
Good description of why.
Qin Xiaobao is different. The pictures he gives are very specific and have already been formed. There are basically no useless shots.
When working with him, everyone has clear ideas and knows what to do and how to do it.
As for the final effect, they don't need to worry about it. Moreover, Xiaobao doesn't understand and won't give random directions, which is especially comfortable.
After lying on the bed for twenty minutes, my confused head gradually cleared up, and I felt hungry in my stomach. I grabbed my phone and looked at it, it was a quarter past ten.
While I was brushing my teeth in front of the mirror, the phone kept ringing.
Having no idea what to do, he wiped his mouth casually and walked into the house.
Hey, it’s Zhou Qiang from Magic City Radio.
"Brother Zhou."
"Xiaobao, are you serious?" Zhou Qiang's voice was very shocked: "In the meeting just now, they said that you would give up the opportunity to be a radio DJ."
"Hahaha! That's right."
Qin Xiaobao smiled. The radio station called the day before yesterday. The two parties communicated for a long time, just for this matter.
The debuts of all five anchors were over. He, or should I say "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", had an overwhelming advantage. Especially the two anchors who appeared at the back were quite embarrassed.
Whether it's a text message or a phone call, the question is when will "Ghost Blowing Out the Lamp" be resumed.
The special program the night before yesterday was just to see who the audience wanted to choose.
"Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" is a perfect match.
In Zhou Qiang's view, since there are resources, instead of using them, they shirk them. It is really incomprehensible that they have changed their minds in just a few days?
"Brother Zhou, are you interested in continuing?" Xiaobao asked back.
"Of course, if there are similar works, you know, in recent days, the listening rate of our program has skyrocketed, and it is already ranked fifth in the country at the same time. Before, it was around 20, and everyone in the office has a lot of money.
I'm getting better, I heard that the station is broadcasting some money."
It could be heard that Zhou Qiang was very happy.
"That's okay, I really can't leave." Xiaobao poured a cup of hot water and covered his hands: "I really can't leave. You said, the live broadcast lasts until about 11 o'clock every night, and the show starts at one o'clock over there.
It doesn't matter in the short term, but if you have to run both ways in the long term, it will be too much."
"But, don't you want to work on the radio and enter the entertainment industry?" Zhou Qiang is a good person.
If an ordinary host hears that a perfect opportunity has landed on him or her, it doesn't matter what he does, he should agree first before saying anything, so as not to have a long night of dreams and something unexpected happens.
But it would be better for him to pursue the person involved and ask for the benefits.
"Yeah, but I think it's too slow."
"Cough cough cough!" Zhou Qiang choked. Well, it feels like a bird knows the ambition of a swan: "But with this novel, it should be different."
"If a novel wants to become popular, it must continue to accumulate and ferment, and I am really too busy." Xiaobao comforted: "If you are not happy, just push it away."
"How is that possible?" Zhou Qiang said quickly: "That's really, thank you so much."
"fine."
"The director also said today that he underestimated the influence of online articles in the past, but in the future he will shift his focus to explore some excellent works."
"That would be great."
Qin Xiaobao felt relieved that the radio station had no intention of forcing him to pick up the wool.
At this stage, it would be no problem for him to publish three or even four novels. If he can do so later, time will definitely become precious, and whether he can continue writing is another matter.
Editor Li Hua's eyes widened when he opened the double book. Opening another book seemed too problematic, so he had to keep a low profile.
Besides, it also leaves a way for other authors. Writing novels is not easy.
"Then other anchors won't have anything to say?"
"I'm not familiar with them either, so it doesn't matter. Don't your radio stations take care of your own people first?"
"Of course not, I just agreed to cooperate with Huyu, but no anchor came up, which is a bit unreasonable." Zhou Qiang is still a good man.
"Didn't I get it? I just gave up."
Huyu is not stupid. Qin Xiaobao can only choose one, which is to stay on the platform and live broadcast. The others are just minor problems and don't matter.
The two chatted for more than ten minutes, and Xiaobao also said that he would ensure the supply of subsequent manuscripts, but when it was about to be put on the shelves, he would have to slow down and use what method. He didn't need to think about it.
Zhou Qiang also asked when the next part would be released, and Xiaobao found an excuse to fool him. He was not the author, so he just didn't know.
After putting down the phone, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and took a look.
A boy about five or six years old, with a thick head and a thick head, looked at him with wide eyes.
"Who are you?" Xiaobao smiled and squatted down.
"My name is Fengfeng. I live upstairs. Uncle, can I play on the computer with you?" The little boy didn't look afraid of strangers at all.
"How did you know I had a computer?"
"I saw it when I was moving a few days ago." After saying that, Fengfeng fumbled in his pocket for a while and took out a five-yuan note: "I'll pay."
Qin Xiaobao was dumbfounded: "Tell your brother first, whose child you are?"
"Okay uncle." Fengfeng nodded: "Qiu Lu is my grandfather."
"Oh, you are the grandson of the landlord." Xiaobao nodded: "Does Grandpa know you are coming down?"
"Don't tell him, okay? I'll treat you to chocolate." After saying that, Fengfeng took out his pocket again and found two candies, still with his body temperature.
"Okay, come in." Qin Xiaobao touched his head, took a photo of his back and sent it to the landlord.