Seeing that everyone was looking at him and the people behind him in surprise, Wu Qiao smiled politely, asked where the dressing room was, and then took his people away from the scene.
As I walked along, I could hear people wondering what was going on, talking loudly, not caring at all that the person involved was right in front of them.
There was no one in the dressing room. It was just a temporary room without even a makeup mirror.
As soon as a few people entered the house, the lively Niu Tingting smiled and took Wu Qiao's hand, saying, "Are they scared by our posture?"
To be honest, this is also the first time that Niu Tingting has come to shoot an advertisement with an artist. She has already been working in a photo studio.
Actually, I was a little nervous.
But after seeing how those people performed just now, I suddenly felt less nervous.
"I think it's about the same. I think we are too professional."
After putting the things in her hand on the table, Irene informed Wu Qiao and left.
You always have to meet the director and the person in charge.
At this time, Wu Qiao sat on the chair, picked up the folder organized by Irene and read it again.
Although this is a small advertisement, she is the only artist.
Of course, if she is considered an artist, although she has signed with an entertainment company, Wu Qiao always feels out of shape.
I no longer have the same drive and enthusiasm as I did in my previous life when I was working in the entertainment industry.
Seeing Wu Qiao staring at the folder in a daze, Niu Tingting quickly reminded him in a low voice.
"I'm putting on your makeup, and we're going to start filming soon."
The shooting time is scheduled for 10 am, and it is now 8:30, so we always have to prepare in advance.
Wu Qiao nodded and looked through the information again.
She hoped to get it done in one go, at least for such a simple shot, she didn't want to waste too much time.
At ten o'clock sharp, a group of people arrived at the shooting site. Lighting, props, etc., everything was ready.
Wu Qiao walked up to the director and greeted him politely.
"Hello, Director Fang, I'm Wu Qiao."
Looking at the thin young man in front of him, Wu Qiao smiled innocently without any flattery.
Before she died in her previous life, Fang Dacheng had already become an internationally renowned director.
But they have never worked together. I heard that Fang Dacheng lived a very difficult life when he was young and his reputation was not very good.
He has a particularly bad temper. Because he is very professional, he always scolds or abuses actors for their poor acting skills, so he has offended many people.
If it weren't for the big guys who later invested a lot of money to support him, he wouldn't be in such a high position.
Of course, this person is indeed capable, and the movies he makes are definitely good. He has won many awards and is also a visiting professor at the Shanghai Film Academy.
Fang Dacheng was debugging the machine and only straightened up when he heard the voice.
A critical glance followed by a moment of stunned silence.
He thought that the person who came today was just a little-known actor who had just debuted, and the person in front of him was indeed unknown.
But Fang Dacheng liked her beauty and temperament.
As a director, he likes beautiful things and pursues everything that is beautiful in the camera.
He also liked the other person's attitude. At least he was young and knew what was going on.
"I don't like artists who are cunning and cunning, nor do I like artists who don't understand what I say, so you'd better listen carefully to my instructions."
Without much opening remarks, Fang Dacheng directly stated his request.
Of course, his attitude was bad and his tone was sharp.
Wu Qiao has always respected people with real abilities.
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