Chapter 18 Opportunity
There is no traffic restriction in the film and television city, so I took a car all the way in and arrived at the set early.
Zhang Li paid the fare, Jun Qiulan glanced at him and said, "5 yuan."
It doesn’t seem too expensive.
Zhang Li took Jun Qiulan to register.
Nothing went wrong this time, except that after the director met Jun Qiulan, he arranged the seat at the very back.
"Are you new here?"
Jun Qiulan nodded, still using the same rhetoric of a Taoist priest coming down the mountain, looking polite and well-behaved.
He doesn't mind showing his face or not, he is just worried that the director or the leading actor will not like an extra like him, then how can he make money?
Zhang Li chimed in, "Don't underestimate him because he's new. He's a fast learner. He's been on several productions before, and even though he was an extra, he never made a mistake. He even got his actor's license."
The director pondered for a moment and said, "Makeup artist, make his face look a little smudged and ugly. It would be best if his original appearance could not be seen."
The makeup artist quickly agreed.
Jun Qiulan seemed to be used to it, covering his face and facing away from the camera, and this time he got a little dirty.
It doesn't matter, I can earn 200 yuan this afternoon anyway.
The most important thing is to get the job.
After the director left, the makeup artist laughed out loud, "The handsome boy will have to perform well later."
One sentence, full of profound meaning.
Jun Qiulan figured out something, but since the director didn't say anything, he didn't want to be overly sentimental.
Zhang Li understood it, and after finishing his makeup and waiting for the filming to start, he pulled Jun Qiulan to the corner to play crickets.
"I've said it before, your looks mean you're destined to have a much better future than extras like us. If you really get a role and become famous, don't forget your big brother Zhang Li."
Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing, "Brother Zhang, there's nothing to worry about. You've taken me with you so many times. If there's a chance in the future, we can make a fortune together."
Zhang Li has really helped him a lot during this period.
No matter what other people's purpose is, if there is a chance, I will definitely repay the favor.
I guess we'll have to wait a little longer.
He told about the incident in which he was ostracized by the leading actor.
Zhang Li sighed, and after thinking about it carefully, he could understand it.
"It's not a big deal. We'll just behave properly as an ordinary extra. When there's an opportunity, we'll grab it."
Zhang Li said clearly, "This director obviously likes you and probably wants to give you a role, but it may not be a big role, probably just a special with a few scenes. You should perform well later."
They said they would perform well, but there was no chance to perform at all.
It's a plot about prisoners being paraded through the streets.
The actor who played the corrupt official walked in front, followed by his family, most of whom were extras who came today.
Everyone was wearing shackles, and they made a clanging sound when they walked on the street.
Jun Qiulan was arranged to sit at the back, with disheveled hair and head down, revealing the aura of a half-dead person.
Vegetable leaves, eggs, and some unknown things kept being thrown at me.
Jun Qiulan tried his best to keep himself calm, but still couldn't help but think of those bad memories.
He didn't care about power, and he didn't have to be the crown prince, but it was impossible for such a chosen one to fall into the quagmire without resentment.
The images in his mind overlapped with reality, and his steps became heavier. If it weren't for the camera following him, he would not have been able to tell what day it was.
It wasn't until the director shouted "Cut" and Jun Qiulan was bumped by Zhang Li that she came to her senses.
Both of them were extremely dirty, especially their hair.
The tension might be better, after all, it was a wig. Jun Qiulan's hair was deliberately combed into a messy shape, and a bunch of vegetable leaves were placed on top of her head.
"Hey, you really have some talent," Zhang Li said. "Just now, when I wasn't photographing myself, I glanced at you. Your eyes and steps are spot on."
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "I learned it from a TV show."
"Yes, yes, you definitely need to study more. Practice your facial expressions in the mirror at home when you have nothing to do."
"We need to add a few more shots, do it again, and just go from the middle."
Jun Qiulan and Zhang Li stopped chatting and walked again.
Perhaps because the director was striving for perfection, he took this route a total of six times.
In other words, Jun Qiulan and the others were thrown rotten vegetable leaves six times.
When the director finally said it was okay, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The actor who played the onlookers also laughed and joked, "If you throw it down again, I'll be embarrassed."
The group was already extremely dirty, and they couldn't help laughing when looking at each other.
Jun Qiulan was also laughing, laughing happily.
I have already cut ties with the past, but today seems to be a new beginning.
He had read a plot in a novel. His case seemed to be called desensitization therapy?
The feeling of peace of mind means that desensitization is very successful.
Next comes the beheading scene.
They couldn't really chop them down, as they were kneeling in several rows.
Someone was whining, "Chopping off so many heads at once, the ancient people were too cruel."
Jun Qiulan thought to himself that if he really was a corrupt official, being sentenced to execute nine generations of his clan and having his entire family beheaded would be considered merciful. There were many other more horrific punishments.
The beheading scene was also shot from several angles.
The audience in the audience cheered and the show ended.
"Okay, there's a bathroom over there. Let's go take a shower and clean up," the assistant director said. "You'll have to wait a little longer for your lunch. Once you're done showering, get out and line up to get your pay."
Jun Qiulan was worried about what to do with the dirt on her body. Although the clothes were not her own, the hair was her own.
If he really goes back like this, his parents will be worried to death.
"Let's go, let's go take a shower first." Zhang Li couldn't stand it anymore. He was walking on the outermost side, which meant he was the one that was thrown the hardest.
The bathroom is like a public bath.
There is a similar bathhouse in Dasheng.
For ordinary families, especially in winter, it is inconvenient to take a bath, and boiling water consumes a lot of firewood. It is better to go to a bathhouse and wash yourself clean for two copper coins.
The bathroom here is divided into grids and has curtains, so the privacy is quite good.
Jun Qiulan found the innermost compartment, and then was in trouble again.
How did this water boil? Why was it different from the one he had used before?
Relying on his height, he glanced into other cubicles awkwardly before learning how to turn on the faucet.
The hot water flowed down, Jun Qiulan closed his eyes, and felt that even taking a bath was so convenient in this world.
When they first settled down in the border town, the whole family was very dirty and had to take a bath.
Chop wood, split wood, boil water.
There is no bathroom at home, so I can only wash and groom myself in the toilet, which is really inconvenient.
After that, I basically just scrubbed myself and rarely had such a pleasant bath.
I don’t know how they make hot water, but when I make some money in the future I’ll get some for my home.
Jun Qiulan's hair was long and extremely dirty. Even when the sound of the shower disappeared, he was still scrubbing his hair.
Hey, they also provide shampoo, which is much better than the bath beans I used before.
She went out with her long hair wet.
Fortunately, the weather is hot, so there is no need to worry about catching a cold.
Zhang Li was still waiting, "Why don't you blow your hair out? Don't you have a hair dryer?"
What is a hair dryer?
It was probably common sense, so Jun Qiulan didn't feel comfortable asking.
"It's okay. It's hot, it will be dry in a moment."
The crew gave them a disposable towel, and Jun Qiulan also took it in his hand.
He thought that he should ask his mother to make him a bag that would be convenient for him to carry and put some of his personal belongings in.
He saw many extras carrying their own bags, and Zhang Li also had a backpack.
"Let's go and get our wages."
After receiving the two hundred yuan, Jun Qiulan was happy for a while. If he could act as an extra a few more times, he should be able to save enough money to rent a house here.
Zhang Li lives not far from the film and television city. He has a single room and pays 500 yuan a month, excluding water and electricity bills. He also needs a deposit of 300 yuan.
There weren't many scenes, but it took the whole afternoon to shoot. It was just that Jun Qiulan was so full from the big bowl of noodles at noon that she wasn't hungry at all.
The lunch boxes are free, but they are also the result of labor, so there is no reason to refuse them.
The family had enough food to eat, but the seasoning was too simple, just a bag of salt he brought back and a jar of soybean paste he bought in the village.
The taste is simple.
Jun Qiulan followed Zhang Li in line; they were the last few people.
Zhang Li, the old hand, still ordered two boxes, and Jun Qiulan followed suit.
Two lunch boxes with two chicken legs inside.
Seeing that he didn't eat, Zhang Li didn't say much. He thought it was understandable since he had just started out to make a living.
He also picked up a plastic bag for Jun Qiulan and said, "Put it in. Wait for me for a while and leave after you finish eating."
Jun Qiulan felt a little embarrassed and just nodded.
"Luckily you haven't left yet." The director's assistant suddenly came over, "Director Chen and the screenwriter want to see you."
Zhang Li's eyes lit up, and he quickly pushed Jun Qiulan, "Go, go quickly, and perform well."
Jun Qiulan put down the lunch box and said, "Now I have to trouble Brother Zhang to wait for me."
In the tea room.
Director Chen and the screenwriter were discussing something when the assistant brought Jun Qiulan in.
The screenwriter looked at him, looked at him again, and looked at him again.
Clear and elegant eyebrows, natural classical temperament, and half-dry long hair.
"Old Chen, you can do it. Isn't this the real Master Qiwu?"
Director Chen tutted, "This young man used to be a Taoist priest, and he just came out to look for a job. I took a look at him today and thought he had the right temperament, so I'll bring him to you first."
"Okay, okay. Master Qiwu doesn't have many scenes, only five or six in total, but this character is the soul of the protagonist's growth."
"Are you sure the one from before can't come?" Director Chen asked.
The assistant director said, "They've become quite popular recently thanks to a variety show, and they're asking for more scenes, and they want to raise their pay."
After all, they are characters that are strongly related to the protagonist, and even though they are male No. N, they also hope to be closer to the character.
Ordinary special agents are not very qualified for the job, mainly due to issues with appearance and temperament.
They need to find someone with good looks, temperament and acting skills, that is a big-name actor. For their small web series, the cost is too high, and there is no need for five or six scenes.
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