I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 10 010. Xia Youku said coolly

"I was deceived by Yang Mi!"

"Haha~ I was deceived, deceived."

"I really thought I was dancing."

"[呲ya], haha"

"This one is funny, I'll send you a slightly scary one."

"No! Don't post it!"

"It's over if you don't watch."

"Hahaha."

Compared with the kind of chat windows in the dream that are all gathered together, with various chat bubbles, rich emoticons, and occasional red envelopes, today's chat groups seem a bit crude. But at least everyone was having a good time chatting.

Xu Xin also finished explaining the progress. When he saw that the time was almost up, he left the computer and returned to the bedroom.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he lay on the bed and plugged his phone into the charger. As usual, he picked up the Twenty-Four Histories that he had not finished yesterday and planned to read it for a while before going to bed.

But just after watching it for more than ten minutes, I suddenly heard a text message from my phone.

I picked it up and saw that it was Yang Mi.

"Xu Xin, are you angry?"

?

Xu Xin was a little puzzled as to how he came up with these words, so he replied:

"No, why do you ask?"

"Are you really not angry?"

"Why should I be angry?"

"Oh, I thought you were angry. Then why didn't you reply to me on QQ? Check QQ."

"good."

The text in the text message could not express many emotions. Although Xu Xin didn't know why the other party asked, he still got up and came to the study.

When I reopened my laptop, I immediately saw a flash in the lower right corner.

Sent by Yang Mi.

"[Laughing]"

"[Link] was just joking with you."

"Look at this, is it the dance you want?"

"Have you finished reading?"

"【surprise】"

"Are you there?"

"Are you there??"

"Are you angry?"

"Are you there?"

He quickly replied:

"I'll watch it now."

The other party replied instantly:

"OK."

Then, Xu Xin clicked on the website address, this time it was a link called "Tudou.com".

Frankly speaking, I don’t know if it’s a problem with my internet speed or the link to Tudou. In short, after opening the video, it buffered for a while and seemed to be stuck.

Xu Xin suddenly thought:

"No wonder you were acquired by Youku."

But I immediately became a little confused... What is Youku?

Really frustrated by the video freeze, he switched web pages, found Baidu, and typed in the words "Youku".

"Chapter 28 Xia Youku said coolly. - Qidian Chinese website"

"Chapter 31. Xia You looked at her coolly. - Qidian Chinese website"

"Chapter 32 Xia You frowned coolly. - Qidian Chinese website"

Looking at these things that were found, Xu Xin scratched his head.

Ah, this... Qidian, can you let Xia You, the grandson, change his expression?

But this was just a small episode. After failing to find the so-called "Youku", he switched back to Tudou, and the video finally buffered by about 10%.

He opened the door, and there was a person...you name it, scantily clad, it's out of the question. But there are also a few foreign women dancing there wearing high heels and hot pants.

The background sound is dynamic music with a hint of noise.

The video is not long, just over a minute.

Xu Xin spent about five minutes reading it... There was nothing I could do, it was too stuck.

After reading it, he thought about it and asked Yang Mi:

"That's about it, can you dance?"

"I just dance jazz and belly."

"sharp."

"hehe."

Seeing this reply, Xu Xin felt something was wrong.

These two words are a bit harsh, brother.

But Yang Mi said immediately:

"Then I'll dance this one. This one is pretty simple. Is the shooting date set?"

"Not yet, but it should be tomorrow."

"Okay. What did you do just now?"

"I was sleeping, so I didn't see the message, sorry."

"It's okay, haha."

"Well, then I'm going to rest?"

"OK."

"Good night."

"Good night, hehe."

Being made speechless by this girl's hehes from left to right, Xu Xin closed the computer again and retreated into bed.

After being stuck for half an hour, I closed the book, turned off the light and went to sleep.

…

He was speechless all night, and early the next morning, he ran along Shijia Hutong to a few bus stops. He was covered in sweat and returned home carrying two fried dough sticks and a bag of soy milk.

After eating in a hurry, the Ferrari didn't even warm up the car and just drove out.

But as soon as the dazzling Ferrari reached the main road, it suddenly pulled over and stopped.

Xu Xin got out of the car, in the cold wind, and started waving to the taxis on the road.

Soon, a Citroen stopped next to him. The taxi driver looked half at him and half at the Ferrari and asked:

"Is your car broken down?"

Xu Xin shook his head:

"No, master, go to Huairou Film and Television City. You lead the way and I will follow."

Upon hearing that Xu Xin's accent didn't seem to be from a local, the taxi driver rolled his eyes and said:

"Huairou Film and Television City? That place is far away. It's three hundred by the meter."

"walk."

"Okay, I'll double-dodge, and you can follow me. Don't think I'm slow~"

"Let's go, let's go, it's freezing."

Stomping his feet and getting back into the car, the driver, who had been taken advantage of early in the morning, looked enviously at the elegant lines of the red Ferrari through the rearview mirror, and walked towards the Huairou Film and Television City Film and Television Base with double flashes.

As for Xu Xin...does he know that he was slaughtered?

The answer is yes.

The distance from Huairou to the city is only fifty kilometers, and no matter how much we take a detour, we can't even spend more than two hundred yuan.

But those two to three hundred yuan were like free money in front of him. Although he knew that he was being ripped off, it was freezing cold at the moment, so he was asked to bargain with the taxi? Or do you want to let the car go and look for the next one with a metered driver at a reasonable price?

Don't be ridiculous.

Why did you suffer that?

If he didn't want to suffer the cold and was afraid of the inconvenience of taking a taxi back from Huairou Film and Television City, he wouldn't want to drive Xiaohong.

I'm saying, if the taxi comes back by that time, if it doesn't receive any work, won't it just come back empty-handed?

It’s not easy for anyone to make some money.

There is no need to worry about this.

…

In this way, the Ferrari followed the taxi all the way to Huairou Film and Television City, which seemed a bit bleak in winter.

It's the end of the year, all the plays that need to be finished are finished, and the extras have to go home for the New Year, so there are really fewer people in this place.

When they arrived at the place, Xu Xin didn't even get out of the car. The taxi turned around and the two people's windows faced each other. Xu Xin gave her three hundred yuan, took out her mobile phone and dialed the number of the group leader she knew given by Yu Zhen.

After some communication, Xu Xin spent another fifty yuan to hire a guide, and under the guidance of the buddy, he arrived at the place agreed upon with the group leader.

There were already about ten people standing over there.

These people also noticed the arrival of Ferrari, and just as they were wondering, Xu Xin got out of the car.

"Zhang Quntou?"

He shouted, and a fat man holding a cigarette was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand:

"Hey, here, here, you are the director that Director Yu mentioned, right? Hey, you are really young and promising..."

After all, he works in a film and television city. He welcomes guests from all over the world and meets directors from all over the world. Before he even speaks to them, he compliments them first.

Xu Xin nodded and stretched out his hand.

Zhang Qun was stunned, then he bowed down respectfully and held it with both hands.

But Xu Xin didn't talk to him anymore. Instead, he set his sights on these... bit actors who could become social big brothers just by putting on suits.

Teacher Yu has already stated the casting requirements in advance, so the people chosen by Zhang Qun today are all actors around 40 years old who seem to be able to support the "rich man" temperament.

Xu Xin was quite satisfied with the dozen or so people.

After all, his requirements are not that high. The lighting in the KTV is also dark, and the facial makeup of the characters is more important than the acting skills.

After taking a look around, he was satisfied.

Pointing fingers:

"You, you, you, and you... plus you. Just in time, I will send you the addresses of these five people, and you ask them to come to the city to find me at night. One person will be a hundred a day, and the night will be For the show, bring your own suit and be tidy. Are there any questions?"

These days, the number of group performances is generally 50 or 60.

It also includes group head pumping.

Of course, this is the price among group performers. But how much does the crew pay to recruit extras? That's something only the group leader knows. Because there is a kickback issue involved, it is usually not so transparent.

But Xu Xin is really too lazy to suffer the cold because of these three melons and two dates.

I don’t want to waste so much saliva.

Looking at the stunned Zhang Qun, he took out his wallet, counted the heads inside, and took out seven old people's heads.

"Just these five people, come to the city before dark. Don't be late."

"Well……"

Zhang Qun first checked the money. Although he didn't know whether he was muttering that the young man in front of him was a big grievance, his face was full of smiles and he said politely:

"Don't worry, you won't be late... Director, we also have female extras here, and they are all quite young and beautiful..."

It is estimated that Xu Xin gave him the money too readily, which created some misunderstanding for him, and he still wanted to continue selling...

But Xu Xin was not interested at all.

When he got up in the morning, he was wearing thin clothes when he went out. He was almost freezing after standing for two minutes.

Waving hands:

"Okay, that's it, don't be late."

"Bang."

The car door was closed, and the head was turned flexibly. The audition, which took less than 3 minutes from the time the two met to the time they left, was over.

Watching the red color that represented luxury and money leave, Zhang Qun looked at the actors around him who had been waiting with him for an hour...

"My boss is generous with the five of you, so I'll give you ten yuan each for transportation expenses. I'll give it to you after the filming is finished."

As he spoke, he took out another hundred from the seven hundred and handed it to one of the middle-aged men who had not been selected:

"For this hundred, go buy a Ziyun and give some points to me. My boss doesn't like you... My brothers also got up early and bought a pack of cigarettes to smoke. I will continue to find work for you in the afternoon."

After saying that, he left alone.

The dozen or so extras looked at each other, and the ones who were selected were fine. The ones who weren't selected looked at the hundred yuan in their companion's hands, with a bit of satisfaction on their faces.

"Thank you, leader!"

Hearing the voice behind him, Zhang Qun smiled slightly.

The leader of the group, that's it.

You obviously count on these extras for dinner, but you can't be too nice to them. If you're too nice, it's easy to rub your nose and face, and you can't tell who is the big king.

Don't be mean to them, or they won't follow you next time.

How to grasp this standard and how to establish authority are all based on personal experience.

Obviously, Zhang Qun's methods are very high.

But this is also honed in this arena.

No way, who told us not to have a Ferrari?

Recalling that flash of red, he sighed with emotion:

"Tsk, tsk."