Chapter 12
Although the name Qiao Yi Qiao was a hot topic among Le Ran's fans, it was only a small group of people after all, and it did not cause any splash on the Internet.
Besides, Qiao Yiqiao is not the type of person who likes social media, so he didn’t see it at all.
The main thing was that he and A'mo received a lot of remuneration for this shoot, and he was really happy with a large sum of money in his pocket, and he didn't have too many thoughts.
My savings have finally exceeded 10,000 yuan, which is cause for celebration.
The next day, after bidding farewell to the reluctant A'mo with a particularly hearty breakfast early in the morning, Qiao Yi Qiao returned to his room and enjoyed this rare free time.
Then, there was a knock on his door.
Unexpectedly, Yueyue, who had always been very quiet, walked in.
Qiao Yiqiao has always felt that Yueyue's existence is just right. He is not as noisy and outgoing as his brother Yangyang, but he can always cook delicious meals and keep the house tidy. His existence cannot be ignored.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Yi Qiao asked gently.
He also knew that with Yueyue's personality, she would not come to visit him for no reason.
Yueyue whispered, "I have a plan to make money that I want to talk to the boss about."
So Yueyue started talking.
It turned out that he felt unwilling to accept the fact that A'mo and Yangyang were always able to make money for the boss, and he had been thinking about how he could make money himself.
Because everyone in the crew praised him for his good cooking, he wondered if he could make some money from this.
The ultimate goal is naturally to open a store in the film and television city, but at this moment, all he can do is to rent a mobile food truck in the film and television city.
This way I can cook for them and earn some extra money at the same time.
After listening to this, Qiao Yiqiao nodded and said, "That's a good idea. I will help you with the mobile food truck, but you also have to get the catering license in the meantime. Got it?"
Yueyue received the boss's approval, and her snow-white smiling face turned red: "I know."
After Yueyue left, Qiao Yiqiao counted his money, but no matter how he thought about it, he felt it was not enough.
Now, for the four of them, the monthly food expenses are more than 4,000 yuan, and the social security needs to be around 7,000 yuan. This amount of money cannot last long, and they also have to buy a dining truck for Yueyue.
Yangyang doesn’t know when he will be able to pass the broker exam. Before he passes it, he won’t be able to make much money.
We still have to rely on him.
Forget it, let’s continue going to the film and television city tomorrow.
…
But Qiao Yiqiao didn't expect that his career in the film and television industry would be so bumpy.
For a full ten days, he received no response to his resume.
Logically speaking, he has gained more experience, especially having worked as a martial arts instructor on a large film crew, so it should be easy for him to find some odd jobs.
But no one really looked for him.
Qiao Yi Qiao felt as if something was hindering him.
I just don't know what this thing is.
But he was not idle. During this period, he visited more film crews and even became familiar with many of the stagehands and workers.
At this moment, A'mo, Yangyang and Yueyue were not around him, and he felt a little lonely.
Apart from calling A'mo every night to learn about his basic actor training, Qiao Yi Qiao devoted all his time to conceiving the story.
Although I'm not sure whether to join the fledgling program, it's always a good idea to think of a story first.
But it was in this process of thinking that he discovered his own limitations.
Being a director is not a job without any barriers to entry. Although he has watched a lot of movies and read related books, how to conceive a complete story and how to present it is still a complicated subject.
It would be great if there was a master to guide him into the world.
But apart from this, there was another matter that occupied Qiao Yi Qiao's mind.
Something also seems to be wrong with the film and television city.
There are more and more hooligans hanging around here recently.
Some of these little hooligans were familiar faces. Qiao Yiqiao had seen them before. They were all from the New United or small gangs under the New United.
In this situation, usually the New Hezhong would have occupied several territories here, but since Qiao Yiqiao had retired from the underworld, he no longer cared about it, but was more careful when avoiding them.
That day, in order to avoid those little hooligans, he twisted and turned and finally could only come out from a door that he rarely used.
Not finding a job was frustrating enough, and going to the wrong door was even more frustrating. Qiao Yiqiao walked quickly, just wanting to take the bus home.
Oh, but it's boring to go home.
A'mo is still out of town, Yueyue went to get a license, and Yangyang is studying in the library.
I still miss them a little.
But unexpectedly, a figure suddenly blocked his way.
"Comrade, could you help us move the speakers?"
Qiao Yi Qiao looked back with a bit of anger, thinking it was some blind hooligan, but unexpectedly it was a kind-looking old lady.
Behind her, there were a dozen elderly people standing. Judging from their clothes and appearance, they should be here to dance square dance in this small square.
Qiao Yi Qiao restrained his expression for a second, and in line with the good tradition of respecting the elderly and loving the young, he very skillfully helped them pull the heavy speakers onto the stairs.
The aunt thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, young man. You looked so fierce just now, but I didn't expect you to be a good person!"
Qiao Yiqiao felt a little embarrassed by what he said, and muttered, "He doesn't look fierce at all."
"Oh, Auntie said it wrongly," Auntie said with a smile, "Yes, you don't look fierce, you are quite quiet. Are you an actor?"
Qiao Yiqiao shook his head: "No, I'm the action director."
"Oh, the action director," Auntie turned around and raised her eyebrows at her old friends, "quite impressive."
Qiao Yiqiao saw the look on the aunt's face and knew that she was also in the same industry. However, she didn't look like an actor, so he asked curiously, "Were you also in this industry before?"
The aunt glanced at him and turned on the speaker: "Oh, talk about that."
Then the aunts jumped up.
Qiao Yi Qiao was not that curious and wanted to leave.
But from time to time there were some little hooligans passing by, seemingly eyeing the bags left by the uncles and aunts.
Qiao Yiqiao simply stayed.
Just standing there was a deterrent, making the little hooligans stay away.
After the uncles and aunts finished dancing, they looked at their "door gods" and called out, "Xiao Qiao, don't just stand there and watch. Do you want to dance with us?"
Qiao Yi Qiao was about to refuse when his days in the organization suddenly flashed through his mind.
At that time, their team doctor compiled a set of "exercises during class breaks" in order to improve the physical fitness of all gang members. He forced everyone to do it whenever he had time. Sometimes, Qiao Yi Qiao could not resist the requests of his younger brothers and joined in.
After dancing for three years, my health has improved.
There were even a few younger brothers who started learning Tai Chi and later went out to compete.
Those days...
That’s great.
then.
In broad daylight, the world is clear and bright.
A young man who was only in his twenties was forced to join the massive square dance team.
But I have to say that these aunts have very good taste. They don’t play some catchy songs, but some R&B music.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the rhythm of folk music.
This made Qiao Yi Qiao even more curious about their identities.
Although Qiao Yi Qiao had never danced square dance before, he had no problem treating the movements as martial arts routines and he quickly got the hang of it.
After dancing two pieces, I was elected as an honorary member by the aunties and uncles, and I stood in the front row to lead the dance.
The dopamine produced by exercise is indeed the most soothing thing.
Qiao Yiqiao, who had been a little anxious just now, now felt relaxed after a long time as he basked in the sunshine.
After dancing a few times, Qiao Yiqiao was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
The aunt came over happily and squeezed his shoulder: "Not bad, young man, you have some martial arts skills."
An old man nearby also chimed in: "No wonder you're a martial arts instructor at such a young age, you really have a bright future."
Qiao Yiqiao lifted up his shirt, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and asked with a smile: "Now can you tell me where you are all from?"
The aunt smiled mysteriously: "My last name is Lan. I used to work at the state-owned film studio next door. All of us old men and women are retired from the film studio!"
Qiao Yiqiao finally understood.
Before the establishment of the film and television city, Heng City did have a well-known state-owned film studio, which was very popular in the 1980s and 1990s and received more than a dozen factory logos every year.
Then these uncles and aunts in front of us are the veterans in the film industry!
"Boy, I see you don't just want to be a martial arts instructor, do you?" An old man behind him pointed at the "Basics of Film and Television Directing" in Qiao Yiqiao's arms, "Do you want to be a director?"
Qiao Yiqiao felt a little embarrassed when someone discovered his little trick, scratching his head and said, "That should be it, I want to learn it first."
"Okay, I'll tell you about it later."
Auntie Lan immediately smiled and said, "This is Mr. Luo, the director of our previous studio. I think it's better to have a better day than today, so why don't you tell the young man about it today."
Teacher Luo smiled cheerfully: "Okay!"
The aunts continued to dance, and beside them, Teacher Luo began to talk to Qiao Yiqiao.
The first lecture covers some very basic content, such as the basics of photography, which are divided into realism and formalism, scene arrangement and frame design, etc.*
However, although they are all basics, Teacher Luo is an insider in the industry after all. Combining his own practical experience, he can easily explain the knowledge points in a simple and easy-to-understand way.
Qiao Yiqiao was fascinated by what he heard.
I didn’t expect that I could take directing classes here for free!
And this is exactly what he needs!
Time flies, the sky gradually becomes gloomy, Qiao Yiqiao took more than ten pages of notes, but still feels unsatisfied.
"Let's stop here for today. You should digest it." Teacher Luo waved his hand. "People say that a person is as natural as he is beautiful. Your handwriting is so beautiful, so he must be right. Come to me every day at this time and I will explain it to you!"
Qiao Yiqiao felt a little embarrassed by the compliment: "I'll give you some money, or buy you a pot of good tea. I'm so sorry to bother you every day."
Teacher Luo smiled and said, "We get along well, so let's not talk about that. From now on, just treat me to a bowl of ramen every day!"
Auntie Lan also danced until her face turned red, and she came over: "Yes, boy, please treat us to some noodles! The ramen is awesome! It's right in front."
Auntie Lan took Qiao Yiqiao's hand and walked forward: "There is a newly opened ramen stall on the corner, it's a small mobile food truck. The owner looks more fierce than you. We didn't dare to go there at first, but later we found out that he is also a poor man... But let me give you a warning, the ramen is terrible, I don't know what kind of medicine the boy added to it, but I heard it's good for your health..."
"Yes, after taking it for a week, my blood pressure has come down."
“My triglycerides have also dropped!”
"What can I say? My liver function is back to normal!"
Listening to the uncles and aunts praising the unpalatable ramen, Qiao Yiqiao couldn't help but be curious: "What kind of ramen? It's so magical?"
Auntie Lan held Qiao Yiqiao's hand, and the more she looked at him, the more she liked him. She deliberately kept him in suspense: "You'll know when you get there. Hey, young man, you have a really good face. Are you in a relationship?"
The group walked and soon arrived near the ramen stall.
However.
The entire area was deserted.
Qiao Yi Qiao immediately felt something was wrong.
Because all the bottles and cans on the dining car were tilted all over the place, and there were occasional bloodstains.
Qiao Yiqiao quickly stopped the aunts and uncles and said, "I'll go take a look ahead first."
The uncles and aunts were also startled: "Be careful."
Qiao Yiqiao's face darkened and he took a closer look.
There were footprints on the ground, seven people.
Judging from the arrangement of the footprints and the traces nearby, it was a melee, six against one.
But strangely, this "one" did not seem to surrender.
The direction of the six footprints was very messy, it could be said that they were fleeing in a panic.
How can they hold their own against six against one?
Quite interesting.
Qiao Yiqiao walked forward and suddenly found a dozen silver needles scattered on the ground.
These were not ordinary silver needles, but long needles used for acupuncture, and the tips of each needle were covered in blood.
Qiao Yiqiao suddenly thought of something. No way...
He walked forward quickly, and at the corner, he saw a dejected figure lying on the ground.
There was also a familiar herbal aroma.
Qiao Yiqiao quickly turned him over and held him in his arms.
The man was covered in blood, with a large scar on his face that looked like a burning cloud. He was dying, but he managed to hold on to his last bit of strength and opened his eyes.
"Boss, is that you?" His lips moved, "It's great to see you before I die..."!
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