Return to the room.

The crew arranged a business suite for us.

If he insists, he can also be given a presidential suite.

But he doesn't have high requirements for accommodation.

Besides, Uncle Ge only lives in a suite, and he is the male lead.

Only the international chapter specifies strict accommodation and dining requirements in the contract.

International, that's how it is.

His assistant had already helped him unpack his luggage and put his clothes and toiletries in convenient places.

He brought an assistant with him, and the crew arranged a standard room for Zhao Xinxin to stay in.

Many big-name stars travel with a dozen assistants, and will even ask the crew to give their assistants high-end suites.

Some people even do it for the so-called "face" and "status".

He would require the crew to provide his assistants with higher standards of food and accommodation than other actors.

It is just to show that "even my little brother is more famous than you" in order to gain a sense of superiority.

Some people can even roll in their off-get off work hours.

I finish filming earlier than you and take off my makeup earlier to go back to the hotel, which means that I am more famous than you and more popular than you.

Anyway, the less capable one is, the more one tries to find a sense of existence through these things.

Zhang Yuan had never heard of Brother Hua or Teacher Li Xuejian doing these fancy things.

I sat down in the room and was just about to drink some water and take a rest, then go to the bathroom to wash up and go to bed.

Then I suddenly remembered the person I saw in the corridor just now.

"This tall guy walks with a steady yet powerful gait."

"I think I saw him at Teacher Fu Biao's funeral before..."

Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes and recalled the day when Song Jia came to pay her respects with actor Chen Long. She was wearing a pure black suit and looked calm and serene, yet exuding a sense of charm.

"What is she doing here?"

"Are you also filming nearby?"

Zhang Yuan muttered to himself, and without thinking much, he took off his coat and prepared to take a shower.

beep, beep...

Just as he picked up his bathrobe, there was a knock on the door.

"Huh?" Zhang Yuan was stunned.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Song Jia had just arrived and someone knocked on my door in the middle of the night?

Could it be that I am going to have good luck in love?

But Song Jia and I didn’t know each other very well. We were just acquaintances at the funeral.

But Teacher Song's appearance and charm are still quite special...

Zhang Yuan was drunk and thinking about random things while opening the door.

As the saying goes, there is no such thing as pie in the sky.

The person who came was naturally not the fair-skinned and beautiful Song Jia, but a man with an old face full of wrinkles and a crew cut.

"Uncle Li?"

Zhang Yuan took a look and saw that it was the crew's director of photography, Zhang Li.

"Hey hey hey..."

The man's face was as happy as a peach blossom, and his grin revealed a mouth full of big teeth that were yellowed by smoke.

"Are you free now?" he said, peeking into the room through the crack in the door.

"It's convenient. Please come in."

After welcoming the old man into the house, Zhang Li looked around.

He came to the window, opened the curtains and looked back.

"It's so convenient for you. You really have no one to accompany you?" After looking for a long time, Brother Zhang said with surprise.

"Isn't this normal?" Zhang Yuan spread out his hands in confusion.

"With your looks, figure and your current popularity, you can be the groom every night and change the bride easily, right?" Zhang Li didn't treat himself as an outsider and sat down on the sofa.

"There are dozens of maids and supporting actresses in our crew. Just beg them to come?"

"Okay, just take that as a compliment." Zhang Yuan replied with a smile, but he was thinking in his heart.

You bunch of old perverts in the imperial circle really dare to think and do.

It’s not like the young idols of later generations sleep with their fans or have messy private lives, it’s just that there was no Internet when you old people were crazy.

Zhang Li happily offered him a cigarette, then cleared his throat and said.

"Today, I saw that the way you tied up Zhang Ziyi was quite special."

"Huh?" Zhang Yuan was stunned. Why did they suddenly talk about this?

"Ahem, I'm quite interested."

Yo... Zhang Yuan reacted instantly and realized that this old guy wanted to learn!

No wonder as a senior, he took the initiative to give me cigarettes.

Hehe, as expected of someone who has been married five times, he’s really good at playing around... No!
Zhang Yuan reacted suddenly, and it seemed as if there were threads connecting everything in front of him.

"I just saw Song Jia coming to the hotel where our crew is staying late at night at the elevator entrance."

"Although we are just acquaintances, Miss Song knows me."

"But when she saw me, she didn't say hello, but walked away quickly."

"It was obvious that she didn't want anyone she knew to know she was here."

Zhang Yuan recalled again. Before, at the funeral, Zhang Li was drooling over Song Jia. The greedy look on his face was noticed by Liu Bei, who glared at him several times.

"I come to play with a married man in the middle of the night, so of course I don't want anyone to know..."

"And Uncle Li asked me to learn this, probably because he wanted to play with Miss Song."

"Haha, even though you're not young anymore, you have some really naughty ideas."

Zhang Yuan sorted out his thoughts.

Then he calculated with his fingers and found that Teacher Liu Bei was not only Zhang Li's wife, but she was also probably pregnant.

He shook his head and thought that it was someone else's private matter and he had no right to interfere.

There might be some leek-colored clouds on Chen Long’s head.

After all, Zhang Li is a first-line photographer and TV drama director. He is also a celebrity in the imperial circle and has a lot of resources.

Of course there are women who are willing to follow him.

No wonder he looked everywhere as soon as he entered the house, and felt strange when he found there was no woman in the house.

Put yourself in others' shoes and judge others as you would like to be judged, right?

Teach me.

People are willing to learn it. It's not some intangible cultural heritage, it has no core competitiveness, and there is no need to keep it secret.

It's just that Zhang Li is old and clumsy, so it's difficult for him to learn this job.

The main reason why Zhang Yuan can do it so smoothly is that Huang Quezi's craftsmanship makes his fingers much more flexible than those of ordinary people.

It took about an hour to get Zhang Li in.

"You better be careful."

"Be sure to follow what I teach you." Zhang Yuan warned.

"Okay, I got it!" Zhang Li replied happily, gesturing with his hands.

"After all this, will you be able to get up tomorrow?"

"Why, do you still look down on me?" Zhang Li glanced at him, then patted his trouser pocket and said, "I have medicine with me."

"Well, I wish you a happy ascent to heaven soon."

"Fuck you!" Zhang Li laughed out loud at his pun and turned away.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yuan arrived at the set and saw Zhang Li with dark circles under his eyes, drinking strong tea to relieve his fatigue.

"How is it? Does it work?" Zhang Yuan walked forward and asked with a smile.

"Don't mention it. I drank too much yesterday and can't remember anything. I forgot what you taught me the moment I turned around." Zhang Li was a little annoyed.

"And Guo'er is a little unhappy."

"Guo'er" is the old imperial language, which means girl.

"We have to do it step by step." Zhang Li showed a look that all men understand: "Well, teach me when you have time."

"Okay." Zhang Yuan said helplessly.

If it weren't for the fact that I could get something from you, I wouldn't get involved in your business.

What we are going to shoot today is the rivalry between Zhang Ziyi and Zhang Yuan.

International star Zhang Ziyi changed into a light yellow chest-length dress.

Zhang Yuan, on the other hand, was wearing the prince's iconic white robe, with a mask on his head and a quiver on his back.

The quiver was filled not with arrows, but with the music score of the Yue people's songs.

The mask on his face is the public model mask of all the musicians in the film.

But the masks of the others are pure white, except for the prince's mask, which will gradually become dirty and black over time, just like ink melting on snow-white wool.

By the last scene, his mask had become almost black and gray.

Therefore, this mask actually symbolizes the prince's psychological changes.

From being pure and innocent to gradually becoming evil, he withdrew from the world just because his father married his beloved Wan'er, hiding in the mountains and forests, indulging in the joy of singing and dancing.

When he learned that his father had passed away and his uncle had seized the throne, he once again took away his beloved Wan'er.

Not only that, the film also showed that the Yulin Guards killed him.

His heart fell into darkness along with the mask, and only the thought of revenge remained. The play was theirs, but the other actors also came to watch.

In particular, teachers Ma Jingwu and Huang Xiaoming were quite interested in Zhang Yuan.

Of course, this is not the same area of ​​interest for teachers and students at Beijing Film Academy.

"Wu Luan!" Zhang Ziyi, who was supporting her head with one hand, suddenly woke up from her dream, stood up and rushed forward.

"Mother!" Zhang Yuan, who had already stood still, uttered these two words.

These two words didn't seem like words, but like two steel knives, stopping Queen Wan's steps.

From Wan'er to Queen Wan, from lover to queen mother, the prince expressed his determination in just two words.

"Ziyi's facial expressions change well," commented teacher Ma Jingwu.

“Although Zhang Yuan was wearing a mask and his expression could not be seen clearly, he was able to express the character’s inner thoughts with his eyes, which was also very good.”

Huang Xiaoming curled his lips beside him.

Ever since he learned at the drinking party that day that Zhang Yuan had received an audition invitation for "New Shanghai Bund" just like him, he has been unhappy.

Why do people look at me with pity when they hear that I'm coming for an audition?

Why do you all think that I will lose and I can't beat the other party?
I am not satisfied!
"Mother!" As the two people were speaking in front of the camera, Zhang Yuan untied the straps, reached out to take off the mask on his face, and then knelt down in front of Queen Wan.

pedal!
The dull sound of knees hitting the wooden floor echoed in the quiet scene.

"Please look me in the eye and tell me."

"Was my father really killed by a poisonous scorpion?"

Zhang Yuan raised his head slightly, with a pleading look in his eyes, and suppressed a slight fire of resentment as he questioned Queen Wan.

"Heh..." Zhang Ziyi took a deep breath with a trembling voice, then took a step forward and suddenly pressed Zhang Yuan's head against her body!
Zhang Yuan was kneeling and Zhang Ziyi was standing. As they got close, Zhang Yuan's head was buried firmly in the other's chest.

In order to be able to continue speaking, the two of them rehearsed the movements in advance. Before his head was pressed down, Zhang Yuan slightly turned his head and used his cheek to meet the other's chest.

This way, he can not only speak the words, but also show his face.

As soon as Zhang Yuan's cheek touched Zhang Ziyi's chest, he reacted.

"For effect, this one should be empty."

He suddenly missed Yang Mi.

Because this guy is hurting his cheekbones!

The ribs are clearly visible, like a washboard.

"Women who look thin even on camera are actually skinny as hell in real life, like chicken racks!"

If Yang Mi were here, it would be like hitting an airbag.

"Well, you see this guy has good concentration." Ma Jingwu pointed at Zhang Yuan and said to Huang Xiaoming: "He had physical contact with the actress, but he was still focused."

Teacher Ma didn’t know that it was mainly because Zhang Ziyi’s figure was so easy to focus on.

"And if you listen to his lines, his breathing is steady, without any drag."

Teacher Ma watched and thought, are people who are not professionally trained so capable now?

"Cut!" Director Feng called for a stop, and Zhang Yuan's head was freed from Zhang Ziyi's chest.

"Is this scale okay?" Zhang Yuan asked cautiously.

"It's okay." Zhang Ziyi replied with a smile: "You acted very professionally."

"It has always been said that the 96 star class of the Central Academy of Drama outshines our 96 star class of the Beijing Film Academy." Teacher Ma muttered.

96 was a magical year, and a large group of future superstars entered the school.

Not to mention the Central Academy of Drama, there are several golden flowers, plus Liu Ye, Ning Hao, and Chen Minghao.

The Class of 96 of Beijing Film Academy also produced stars such as Zhao Wei, Chen Kun, Huang Xiaoming, Yan Danchen, and Guo Xiaodong.

But even Ma Jingwu, a professor at the Beijing Film Academy, has always heard others say that his classmates at the Central Academy of Drama are better than those at the Beijing Film Academy.

Among them, the one who surpassed his peers was Zhang Ziyi!
Today, Teacher Ma came to the scene specially to see it. If you don’t see it, you won’t know. Once you see it, everything will be clear.

The three proudest students in Class 96 of Beijing Film Academy are Zhao Wei, Chen Kun and Huang Xiaoming. Even Xiaoyanzi, the most capable and smartest one among them, is half an level inferior to Zhang Ziyi in professional ability.

"Ziyi is indeed capable," Teacher Ma commented.

Huang Xiaoming also nodded in agreement seriously.

He was also impressed by Zhang Ziyi's abilities.

But Ma Jingwu added: "But the one who surprised me the most was Zhang Yuan!"

Huang Xiaoming thought of Monkey Brother and yelled, "So annoying!"

"Ziyi is so capable, and he can totally handle it as a partner to her."

“And not showing nervousness.”

“It shows that he is very capable and confident.”

"And..." Ma Jingwu said this, and seeing Zhang Yuan was drinking water and taking a rest, he smiled and waved at him.

"Xiao Zhang, you have a pretty good line delivery. How did you practice that?"

"The breathing is steady, every word is precise, the pronunciation is standard, and the vocalization position is also particular." Teacher Ma is a professor after all, and he quickly figured out the clues.

"Maybe it's because I've practiced crosstalk and storytelling." Zhang Yuan replied politely.

"Oh...that's right." Ma Jingwu suddenly realized: "Guo Li is an actor in our industry who is particularly good at delivering lines. He has also practiced crosstalk and quick-talking, which is why he has this skill."

"Uncle Guoli and I are from the same school." Zhang Yuan quickly replied, "According to the seniority of crosstalk, he is my uncle."

"That's not surprising. It's normal for something to be good due to its inheritance." Teacher Ma understood.

In fact, Zhang Guoli’s lines are good, not only because of his opera skills, but mainly because he has been doing dubbing for a long time.

Moreover, the dubbing in the past was not like that in later times, which could be stopped, adjusted and edited.

Not only is it required to be done in one go, but lip syncing is also required.

The intensity and speed of the dubbing have to be adjusted according to the speaking speed and emotions of the actors in the film, just like re-enacting a movie.

But it is precisely because of difficulties that people are tempered.

Good skills are acquired through practice.

"Xiao Ming, you have to learn from Zhang Yuan." Ma Jingwu chatted with Zhang Yuan for a while, shared some experience about the lines, and then turned to Huang Xiaoming and said these "heart-breaking" words.

puff!
Huang Xiaoming felt like he was stabbed again.

Last time, it was Zhou Xun who stabbed him while he was drinking, but this time it was directly an old professor at the school who stabbed him.

"I...I understand!" the leader responded with gritted teeth.

It was a battle between masters, and the filming went smoothly.

The original shooting schedule was to last until eight o'clock, but because Zhang Ziyi and Zhang Yuan performed very well, we finished before seven o'clock.

Just like yesterday, I called Feng Xiaogang and Zhang Li to go drink together.

"By the way, don't go near the west set tomorrow."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yuan asked.

"We need to clear the area to shoot nude scenes, and you can't go," Zhang Li replied.

In the film, Empress Wan, played by Zhang Ziyi, has several nude back scenes.

In one of the bathing scenes, the actress had to be completely naked, with her entire back, waist and buttocks exposed, while walking from outside the bathtub into the inside.

In fact, you don’t have to take this kind of shot because it doesn’t have any specific direction.

But it was just like the scene in Let the Bullets Fly where Jiang Wen saw the production assistant's impressive figure and asked him to act out the "very transparent" scene.

These directors will more or less mix in some of their personal interests when filming.

Just the fact of being nude in the audition was enough to satisfy those two old perverts, Feng Xiaogang and Zhang Li.

Dozens of middle-aged women took off all their clothes except for their underwear, and asked them to choose in turn. How could they not be satisfied?

The person who was finally chosen was called Shao Xiaoshan, a child actor. Like Ma Jingwu and Huang Xiaoming, she was also from the Beijing Film Academy and had also worked as a host for Phoenix TV.

But after many years, I still haven't made it.

Director Feng agreed to shoot nude for three days and was paid 19,000 yuan.

When people heard that he was going to be a nude stand-in for Zhang Ziyi, they were still asking for advice and bargaining, not happy about it.

In the end, Feng Xiaogang coaxed and deceived the other party, saying that he would put his name in the cast list, and the other party finally agreed.

When Zhang Yuan heard that it was a nude scene, he wasn't interested.

But at the same time, he looked at Feng Xiaogang helplessly.

He remembered that Director Feng had lied to the woman and had not given her credit.

The woman was originally going to go abroad to get married, but ended up being a nude stand-in. Her husband also broke up with her, and before she even got her credit, she sued Huayi and the crew.

So, how many people in the entertainment industry use all means to become famous, but end up with nothing and being exploited by others.

Zhang Yuan thought about it and decided that there was no way to bring up the matter as it would be a bad idea for both sides, so he had to pretend that he knew nothing.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Yuan returned to the hotel, just like yesterday, and smoked a cigarette and got some fresh air at the end of the corridor.

"Miss Song didn't come today?"

He thought about what happened yesterday and muttered to himself.

After returning to the room, I took off my clothes and prepared to take a shower, just like yesterday. I also looked over the lines and script before going to bed to prepare for tomorrow's work.

But he had just finished taking a shower and was drying his hair with a dry towel when there was a knock on the door.

Unlike yesterday, this knock on the door was very urgent, as shrill as an ambulance siren.

Zhang Yuan quickly tightened his bathrobe and trotted towards the door.

"I'm coming!"

Take off the chain and unlock the door.

What appeared in front of him was Zhang Li’s old face.

But at this moment, he was sweating profusely, his eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

"Uncle Li, what's wrong?"

"Follow me now!"

Without further ado, he dragged Zhang Yuan out the door... (End of this chapter)