Chapter 3 (Revised)

[Zhang San, the third male lead in the Red Tears drama group, brought in funds... these are not important. ]

[He is a man who does not mind eating and drinking. During the filming, he tried to use the capital hidden rules of Song Zhiyu. After being rejected, he became angry and bought a lot of negative press releases. He was reported to the crowd two months after the beauty's tears died... cough cough, this cannot be said. ]

[Forget about the rest, let the police handle it, but how can such a person have the nerve to insult my brother! How dare he! ]

Song Zhiyi raised her eyes, not trying to hide the murderous intent in them.

Yeah, how dare he.

Zhang San was sweating profusely, and his legs were shaking. Suddenly, a large hand like a palm leaf fan rested on his shoulder. He turned around and met Chen Feihe's kind smile.

[This scene absolutely cannot be filmed. No, we have to call Xiaoyu back. We can’t lose our innocence just for the sake of filming.]

Zhang San stammered, "Director, I'm not. I don't even know Song Zhiyu..."

"Don't know him? That's good." Although he said so, Chen Fei's hand still didn't loosen. What else could he not understand by now? His hard work was definitely ruined in this man's hands!

He winked at the person beside him, and the assistant director understood and immediately came up to him, arming him in the arm and pulling him away.

"Stop filming for a moment. Everyone has worked hard today. Let's take a break." Chen Fei shouted with the loudspeaker, and then smiled at Song Zhiyi who didn't understand what was going on. "Ms. Song, please don't leave in a hurry. I want to talk to you and Zhiyu about some work later."

Song Zhiyi nodded strangely and watched him leave. How did he know her last name was Song? She hadn't told him her name yet, had she?

*

In the dressing room, after asking all irrelevant people to leave, two assistant directors stood guard over Zhang San, watching him eagerly.

In addition, there was a deeper murderous intent coming from the tall and thin woman beside him.

Perhaps it was because she had not been out of the house for many years, her skin had a sickly pale color, her eyes were slightly bulging under her thick glasses, and her murderous intent was almost solidified.

If looks could kill, Zhang San would have been turned into a pile of minced meat by now.

Before filming, the phone was handed over to the assistant, who disappeared. Seeing that the three refused to let him go, Zhang San gradually became irritated and shouted with a hidden anger: "Are you sick? It's my part next. Can you afford to pay for the delay?!"

He has figured it out now. Chen Fei must have heard some rumors and deliberately asked someone to scare him. His purpose is to make him quit the crew on his own initiative, so that the financial sponsor, Boss Wang, will not be able to withdraw his investment.

As for that voice, it was naturally recorded and released in advance, otherwise could it really be ghosts and gods?

Haha, I have to say this is indeed quite impressive, but it still can't fool himself. Moreover, he had finally gotten this role from Boss Wang, so he would never give it up easily!

Thinking of this, a hint of ruthlessness appeared on his face: "I warn you, if you provoke me, it will be a loss of face for Boss Wang. When the time comes, I will withdraw my investment and see how you can shoot it."

The woman sneered and slowly rolled up the thick script in her hand. "Who is this person who keeps clamoring for script changes? Turns out he's a duck. No wonder he likes to quack so much."

Zhang San's face darkened, and he rushed over fiercely, pointing his finger at her: "What do you mean? I'm warning you, if it weren't for me, would you have been able to film this with your lousy acting instinct? Do you know what gratitude is?"

Snap——

The clear and crisp sound stunned the two assistant directors present. Of course, the most stunned was Zhang San, who was hit on the head by the script reel.

"What do you know about scripts? How do you know scripts? Is it because you are a person who escaped the nine-year compulsory education or because you learned how to get into bed everyday? Ah, tell me! You know shit, ugh!"

Every time the screenwriter cursed, the script reel fell down, and his thin and frail body burst out with incredible strength, pressing Zhang San, who had neglected exercise and had only excess fat, to the ground and beating him. Until his arms were slightly cramped due to excessive force.

"What are you doing?" Chen Fei pushed the door open at this precise moment, and helped his old partner to the side. He accidentally stepped on Zhang San's foot and said in surprise, "Oh, why is Teacher Zhang here, sleeping?"

"I'll sleep with you!" Zhang San came to his senses and became even angrier. He got up from the ground and raised his hand to hit the screenwriter in front of him. Then he was controlled by the assistant directors who kept going offline.

"Chen Fei, you #%&*@@#..."

Chen Fei turned a deaf ear to him, his expression unchanged: "Teacher Zhang looks tired too, why don't you go to the next room and take a rest?"

The two assistant directors received the hint and took Zhang San to the next room arm in arm. It was unknown what they did, but Zhang San's angry curses gradually disappeared.

Chen Fei and screenwriter Zhao Bai stayed in the dressing room, one looking up at the sky, the other rubbing his aching wrist.

After the assistant director came back, Zhao Bai said, "Judging from Zhang San's reaction, this matter is a failure. What should we do now?"

"Let me think about it." Chen Wen sighed. After all, the filming had just started not long ago. Replacing the third male lead was not a big deal, but it happened that he was the one who brought the investment for this drama. If he didn't change him, and the drama couldn't be broadcasted, wouldn't all the hard work they put into this drama be wasted?

"I was impulsive today." Zhao Bai was silent for a moment, then apologized.

Chen Fei waved his hands and said nothing. He could understand why Zhao Bai was so angry today. She had spent four or five years polishing this script and loved it more than she did.

He thought for a moment and said with determination, "I have another house in Anchuan. It's in a good location and should be worth a lot of money. If it's still not enough, I'll borrow some from my friends. I won't hire popular actors anymore. I'll look for one from universities. But Song Zhiyu still has to stay."

Zhao Bai nodded gently. As long as Song Zhiyu was there, his sister would be there, which could eliminate a lot of risks for them. However, "Xiaomi should go to school, right?"

Chen Fei was silent for a moment, then smiled to hide his mistake: "It's okay, it's just elementary school, it won't matter if I start a year or two later."

"If you say it's okay, then it's okay? How will my sister-in-law explain it?" Zhao Bai glanced at him and picked up the phone on the ground with his left hand. "I called Zhang San. If Boss Wang is unhappy, I should be the one to pay the penalty. As long as the investors are there, I can find a decent script to shoot first, and then there will be a chance to make a breakthrough. As for Fengyunlu, we'll talk about it later."

Tears of a Beauty was originally called Chronicles of Wind and Cloud, and the original version was not as full of romance as it is now, but she wanted the script to be published so badly that she made concessions again and again.

Now, she suddenly didn't want the script to be destroyed. Even if it was covered in dust, it should be clean.

*

"…But Song Zhiyu still wants to stay."

Hearing this, the brother and sister took a step back tacitly and looked at each other.

"Sister, what should we do now?" Song Zhiyu held an umbrella and looked at the dressing room helplessly. They originally came here to discuss the withdrawal from the group, but who knew that they accidentally overheard a corner. From this point of view, it seems that the investor is going to withdraw the investment?

Originally, he didn't feel any psychological pressure at all about quitting the group, after all, today was only his first day of filming, but the director's words... to be honest, I was a little moved after hearing them, and with that, I also felt a lot of guilt for quitting the group.

Song Zhiyi knew more than Song Zhiyu, so he naturally figured out that the problem was with Zhang San. But even if Zhang San was replaced, it might not be a good thing for the crew.

The investment was brought by Zhang San. If he were to change the person, the investor would definitely withdraw his investment. If he were a petty businessman and Zhang San were to persuade them, it would be easy for him to control their small crew. But if he didn't change the person, the film would not be broadcast even if it was filmed.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyi couldn't help but sympathize with this ill-fated crew. Although no matter what they wanted to do, it had nothing to do with her, she only needed to take care of her brother's life and stay away from danger, but...

Song Zhiyi asked in a low voice: "Do you still want to shoot this scene?"

Song Zhiyu was stunned for a moment and did not give an immediate answer.

He slightly moved his parasol away and looked at the scorching sunlight. The hood was stuffy; the painted areas were a little itchy; the costume was also hot to put on, and the clothes underneath were soaked... He had countless reasons to give up.

"Sister, this is the first serious play I've taken on," Song Zhiyu lowered her thick raven eyelashes, her eyes serious, "If possible, I still want to finish the performance well."

"Okay, I got it. Let's go talk to the director." Song Zhiyi nodded casually and strode forward.

Although the crew was a little poor, they were so determined to choose her brother, which showed that they had some vision. She didn't mind giving a little help to people with vision.

Song Zhiyi walked to the door and knocked twice. After hearing the arguing inside become quieter, she cleared her throat and asked, "Is Director Chen here?"

*

Several round tables put together form a simple conference table.

Chen Fei was a little embarrassed: "Ms. Song, how about we arrange to have the discussion at a restaurant tomorrow? This is really a bit shabby."

Song Zhiyi shook her head, but she didn't feel uncomfortable. She opened the character card booklet, which looked like an ordinary notebook to others, and took a pen in her right hand, writing something on it in a very professional manner.

"We are just chatting casually today. Professionals will come to draft a contract with you later. Let's do it here."

[Drinking parties are the most annoying thing in the world, bar none! ]

Here it comes, the strange sound appears again!

Chen Fei's eyes never left Song Zhiyi. He could clearly see that her mouth was tightly shut. It was impossible for her to be ventriloquizing. Song Zhiyu's expression did not change at all. With his acting skills, he certainly could not have reacted so naturally. What did this mean? It meant that he knew that Song Zhiyi was a master!

Today was his first day on the crew and he brought his sister with him. It was obvious that he had known Zhang San's background for a long time and came to remind him!

If "Record of Storms" can be broadcast normally, these two siblings will be his benefactors!

Chen Fei is a man of meticulous mind in the arts. He was moved to tears by his own ideas. Zhao Bai has worked with him for many years and his train of thought is similar.

Song Zhiyi looked at the woman beside him whose face looked even paler due to her red eyes. Fearing that something might happen to her, he reached into his pocket and took out a candy and handed it to her.

[Why do they look like they are about to cry? They shouldn’t be so excited. How about I give them a few more tens of millions? ]

Chen Fei:!

He squeezed out a few more tears.

[But we have to make sure this drama can be broadcast. We don’t ask for much profit, but at least we don’t want to lose that much. By the way, are there any bad actors among these actors… ah, there are too many words, I don’t want to read it. ]

Chen Fei: …

My heart is so heavy that I can't take it anymore. I have to find time to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Chen Fei covered his chest and gasped, and the person who negotiated became Zhao Bai.

Using his middle finger to straighten his glasses, Zhao Bai handed over the script that had been beaten up in his hand. Seeing Song Zhiyi's eyes fall on the page foot with worn edges, she smiled embarrassedly, and her face finally showed some color.

"This is the original script of 'The Chronicles of Wind and Cloud'. It has been revised about ten times, but I still think the first version is the best. If you are interested, you can take a look at it." The voice was a little nervous and dry.

Song Zhiyi took the script with both hands and gave her a soothing look.

The script was very thick, with notes in various colors of ink on it, which was very detailed. It was obviously unrealistic to finish reading the script in a short time, but even if he just skimmed through it, Song Zhiyi soon immersed himself in this martial arts world of revenge.

About ten minutes later, she let out a light breath and looked at the people in the room whose eyes were either nervous or expectant.

“I have invested in this project.”

"My script is really not a piece of crap!" Zhao Bai slammed the table excitedly, and then squatted down with his hands folded in pain.

"Brother, that's great, we can continue shooting!" The assistant director kicked off his chair and ran around the table.

"Wuwuwuwu..." Chen Fei's movements were the smallest, but his emotions were just as rich.

As Song Zhiyi looked at it, a happy smile appeared on her face. She lowered her head and smiled, and wanted to close the character card album, but she found that the handwriting she had just scribbled on it had disappeared.

Also changed was the time of Song Zhiyu's death.

Tomorrow night.