Chapter 19 Contract
The most suitable one is basically an 18th-tier young actor. We had selected several before, and after auditioning, we signed one with a similar temperament.
I didn't expect that he became famous first and no longer looked down on such a small role.
This is how the entertainment industry is, and everyone can understand it. For actors who only appear in a few scenes, the penalty is not much. The proposal put forward by the other party is unacceptable to the crew, and they generously paid the penalty. It can be regarded as saving face for both parties, and maybe they can still cooperate in the future.
Now we have to find another actor, and Jun Qiulan just happened to run into him today.
The director and screenwriter were discussing, and the assistant occasionally joined in the conversation.
Jun Qiulan stood there without saying a word, waiting and listening quietly.
This is a web drama about political intrigue and ancient costume drama, adapted from a novel. It mainly tells the story of the love-hate relationship between a concubine's son and the most favored princess.
Machiavelli is just an extra.
As for the Master Qiwu mentioned by the director, he is the only son of the former Prime Minister. He is very smart and almost like a demon. His father was killed by political enemies. He changed his name and surname and lay dormant looking for an opportunity for revenge. He is also a guiding star when the protagonist is in trouble.
The plot is not unfolded from the perspective of Master Qiwu's revenge. Master Qiwu does not appear much, and the few times he does appear, he is always strategizing, giving guidance to the protagonist, and taking advantage of the protagonist. When his revenge is achieved, he plays a tune on the piano on the cliff and disappears from then on. He also leaves a few tips for the protagonist, laying the foundation for the protagonist to eventually gain power in the court.
Jun Qiulan was secretly chirping in his heart.
What kind of love-hate relationship could there be between a concubine's son in a marquis's mansion and the princess?
There is no hierarchy in this era, but in Jun Qiulan's time, the sons of marquises basically had no chance to interact with the princess.
Take my younger sister Shu Wan for example. She is just the daughter of a prince without real power. Because of his relationship, she is just a princess with a formal title.
With such an identity, it is impossible for her to have any relationship with the illegitimate son of the Marquis's Mansion, let alone the most favored princess?
There is also Prince Qiwu, the only son of the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister was harmed by his political enemies. If they have the ability to harm the Prime Minister, then this political enemy must not be a small fry.
Could he still survive? Could he still have a chance at revenge? It was a mercy from his political enemies that they didn't shake the yolks of his eggs.
Drama is drama, and some exaggerated adaptations are normal, so Jun Qiulan didn't say much.
"What's your name?" the director suddenly asked, "How long have you been an extra?"
"Jun Qiulan." He came back to his senses and said, "I've been an extra five or six times."
The screenwriter handed over a piece of paper and said, "Try to read the plot on it."
Jun Qiulan took a look and wondered what the plot was.
The protagonist was being hunted, and by some strange coincidence he escaped to the bamboo garden where Master Qiwu was hiding. Outside, there were flashes of swords and shouts of fighting, but it had nothing to do with Master Qiwu. The story of Master Qiwu can be summed up in one sentence.
He stood still and leisurely made himself a pot of tea.
Perhaps it is to show the noble demeanor of Mr. Qiwu?
Jun Qiulan had an idea. He took a look and found that they were in the tea room.
"Could you two please move?" Jun Qiulan already put on airs.
Director Chen and the screenwriter were both impressed.
Jun Qiulan sat down and pretended to read a book. Suddenly, his ears moved, as if he was disturbed and looked a little unhappy, but he only raised his eyes slightly without any extra expression. Then he put down the book and made himself some tea and tasted it smoothly.
Expression, movement, temperament, atmosphere.
Director Chen and the screenwriter exchanged a glance and said, "Very good, it's you."
Jun Qiulan breathed a sigh of relief. This was his first time acting seriously. It wasn't even just an extra. He just walked around and didn't need any expressions or skills.
Oh, no, that counts as the second time.
The first time was when I played the depressed deposed prince. Well, the only audience member was the village head.
"Let's talk now," the director said. "Although your role isn't big, it's quite important. We're a small crew, and we don't have many sponsors. We can only offer you 3,000 yuan. Do you have any questions?"
3000???
Jun Qiulan was happy. "Thank you for the opportunity, Director. I have no problem with that."
The assistant quickly printed out the contract and said, "If you're sure everything is OK, please sign it."
There is nothing wrong with the contract. If there is a breach of contract, the penalty will be five times the film remuneration. It is the same no matter which side breaches the contract.
He can only get his salary after the filming is finished.
Jun Qiulan naturally had no problem with it. It was three thousand, and he had been working as an extra for more than half a month. He signed his name neatly.
Compared with last time, this time's hard pen calligraphy is much better.
The screenwriter also joked, "Your handwriting doesn't match your temperament."
Jun Qiulan was embarrassed for a moment, "When I was in the mountains, I basically wrote calligraphy."
The screenwriter and director didn't think much of it.
"Your role will need to follow the crew's progress. You need to keep in touch at all times. If we confirm that you have a role the next day, we will notify you before 11pm. You can find other extra work at other times."
The director is quite tolerant.
He looked at the child, who was still wearing cloth shoes, and thought that he was a Taoist priest who had just come down from the mountain and probably didn't have much money.
Anyway, it’s not a supporting role with many lines.
Jun Qiulan expressed gratitude, "Thank you, director and screenwriter."
The screenwriter and director chatted with him for a few more minutes before letting him go.
When Jun Qiulan took the contract and went out, he was still a little dazed.
Was it done so smoothly?
Zhang Li was still waiting, holding Jun Qiulan's lunch box in his hand. He was happy to see him come out with the contract.
"Congratulations." Zhang Li didn't think that Jun Qiulan would have to pull him up immediately. He was really happy for him.
This is a good start after all.
He asked, "What role? How many scenes does it have?"
Jun Qiulan hid the plot details and briefly explained them. Then he added, "My character has a mute slave who has no lines but appears with me all the time. Would you like to give it a try? The director said that if you want to play the role, just go to the casting director and register."
This mute slave doesn't even have a decent name. He can't be considered a supporting role, but just an ordinary special role. He doesn't need to sign a contract.
There is no shortage of special offers, and you can find them at any time.
The director heard him say that Zhang Li came from another film and television studio and had been an extra for several years, so his image was suitable. Seeing that they were friends, the director mentioned it casually.
Zhang Li was really happy this time. He threw the bag to Jun Qiulan and ran away.
"I'll go register first, please wait for me."
There are still several close-up roles where I can show my face. After that, I will have special guest experience and can apply for special roles in other crews.
Jun Qiulan was also happy. Looking at the lunch box in his hand, he thought today was also a very lucky day.
We just need to hurry up and rent a house.
Confirm with him before 11pm whether to start filming his scenes the next day.
It was eleven o'clock, the beginning of midnight, and he was sound asleep in the border town. The main reason was that there was no signal, and he didn't dare to use too much of his cell phone's battery, as he couldn't keep using other people's electricity.
Fortunately, the director said that his role would take at least ten days to complete, so he should be able to save enough money for rent.
I don’t know how my parents have arranged the folding fan matter.
"Everything has been arranged. Madam Zhao is very happy today and even gave us two eggs."
The thank-you money I gave you before was used to settle us down. After all, there are seven of us in the family, so there isn’t much left.
Several daughters-in-law go out every day to look for work, and occasionally they can earn some money, but it is just a drop in the bucket. It will definitely not work in the long run.
Now I can do my work at home.
Jun Qiulan set the price of an ordinary folding fan at 8 wen, and a fan with carved ribs at 15 wen. If a family is diligent and careful, they should have no problem making three or five folding fans a day.
All in all, I can earn at least thirty or forty cents a day.
Song Xirong also asked the village head to come forward and found three more people, all women.
The village head Ma Zhong is also selfish. Among these three people, one of them is his daughter.
I guess the purpose is to keep an eye on them while also having a deterrent effect.
Jun Qiulan nodded. "Let's arrange it this way for now. Mainly, my son isn't sure if the business of writing inscriptions on folding fans will be successful. Let's put the fans away for now. It's hot here in the summer. If it doesn't work out, we can always sell them in the city. It won't be a loss after all."
Jun Shuwan asked a key question: "But we have collected so many folding fans, but we haven't shipped any. Won't they be suspicious?"
Jun Qiulan: "That's perfect, Mom. Please make two bags for Dad and me to carry. Dad also brings two folding fans with him every day when he goes out. We can put them on the stall to show him off."
"This is good." Song Xirong agreed immediately: "The blue cloth I bought last time was dark in color and opaque, so I couldn't see what was inside."
"Mom, let me do it." Jun Shuwan took the initiative to take on this task. "My daughter is at home all day, so I have to find something for her to do."
"Why aren't you going out to pick wild vegetables?" Jun Qiulan teased her, "Weren't you quite happy a few days ago?"
No matter how many wild vegetables my little sister can dig up, I just want her to be more cheerful.
Jun Shuwan pursed her lips and said nothing.
Song Xirong sighed, "It's nothing serious, just a little unpleasantness with a girl in the village."
Jun Qiulan frowned slightly, but didn't ask any more questions. "Mom, let's heat up the lunch boxes and eat them. It's so hot, they won't keep well. I'll go help you light the fire, and you can teach me how to cook."
Even though my mother can cook, I can't feel at ease letting her cook all the time.
He saw that in modern times, many men cooked.
Song Xirong wanted to refuse, but thinking about the current situation, she said, "Wan'er, go cut the cloth and make the bag while there is still light. Don't do it after dark, it will hurt your eyes."
Jun Yu: "Then I'll go chop wood."
Jun Qiulan indeed rarely went into the kitchen. The only few times he went into the kitchen were when he cooked steamed buns in a chipped earthenware pot on the road of exile, and later he cooked porridge with his younger sister a few times.
While adding firewood, he told his parents what happened today.
Jun Yu and Jun Shuwan were both very happy, but their spirits were not high.
Jun Qiulan was silent for a while, "Dad, Mom, is there something wrong with my little sister?"
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