The morning rush hour in Shanghai.
Even Hu Yibao, who has become a driving god, was stuck in traffic.
There is nothing I can do.
“No, no!”
Jiang Gangmeng smiled and shook his head.
"The timing is just right!"
Lin Jingjing followed and said, "Mr. Hu, according to the time of nine o'clock, you are still early."
"That's good!" Hu Yibao nodded and said with a smile.
Hu Yibao immediately asked, "Is the scene for [Dongfeng Po] ready?"
Jiang Gangmeng replied, "Everything is ready."
"Mr. Hu, would you like to read the script first before filming?"
For Hu Yibao.
Now I really admire Jiang Gangmeng.
And those four songs yesterday.
It only took a dozen minutes to record.
But on the Internet.
It's extremely popular.
Your own circle of friends.
Those big names in the music industry.
They were also discussing Hu Yibao's songs.
"No need!" Hu Yibao shook his head, "Let's get straight to the shooting!"
Hu Yibao has memorized the script of "Dong Feng Po" by heart.
No need to waste time watching it again.
Following Hu Yibao's suggestion, Jiang Gangmeng smiled and nodded.
"Okay then!"
“Let’s get straight into filming!”
Under the guidance of Jiang Gangmeng.
Hu Yibao walked into this building which was more than a hundred years old.
"Change clothes first!"
Jiang Gangmeng asked his assistant.
He quickly took out a shirt and gave it to Hu Yibao.
Change clothes.
Jiang Gangmeng shouted with a loudspeaker in his hand.
"Photography, lighting..."
"Everything is ready!"
A few minutes later.
Everyone focused on Hu Yibao.
Hu Yibao stood in front of the car.
Look around.
The vicissitudes of history from a hundred years ago come to mind.
Lower your head again.
The feeling of being a movie star.
Here it comes.
He reached out and gently touched the prop car that was made over a hundred years ago, then walked forward step by step.
Hu Yibao’s back.
Melancholy and melancholy.
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