Party A's fraudulent manuscript
Lu Xinyang held the breakfast Tang Lin had packed for him and frowned, pickily saying, "The beef is overcooked and tastes terrible. Why are there potatoes in it? I hate this the most."
Tang Lin ate the same food as him and felt that the taste in his mouth was still as good as before, unlike what he said: "The chef is still the same. Didn't you enjoy the meal a few days ago?"
Lu Xinyang picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks gloomily. "That was when I was young and naive. I didn't know there were such delicious braised beef and octopus balls in the world..."
He forced himself to eat a few bites to fill his stomach. The more he ate, the more he missed the beef that Ji Rongyu took him to buy last night. He kept thinking about it in his mind that after finishing the filming today, he would drag Ji Rongyu to buy two pounds together.
After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth and waited for the makeup artist to continue applying special effects makeup to the remaining half of his face. Because the plot involved fantasy elements, special effects makeup was unavoidable. Although it was a bit ugly, Lu Xinyang could only turn a blind eye. As soon as the makeup artist put down his brush, he wrapped himself in a down jacket and went out, not even glancing in the mirror.
The winter in Shangchuan City is cold and freezing, but we have to shoot an autumn costume scene today. Not only do we have to wear less clothes, but we also have to eat ice cubes to prevent spitting out fog. In short, it is not very friendly to the actors.
When the assistant director came over to communicate, he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that Lu Xinyang would not be able to bear the coldness and protest or make a scene.
And Master Lu did look dissatisfied.
"Can we not eat ice cubes," Lu Xinyang asked, "can we have ice cream instead?"
Assistant: “…Of course.”
Lu Xinyang smiled cheerfully: "Then I have no problem!"
"That's a big problem, brother," Tang Lin said, trying to stop him from doing something stupid. "It's so cold, what if you get an upset stomach? And Sister Chang just told you to control your diet yesterday. Ice cream is so fattening!"
"It's okay. I'm in good health. An ice cream is nothing. I can just take a few laps in the pool and it'll be gone."
Young Master Lu completely ignored the advice. Not only did he eat it himself, he also actively encouraged others to participate in the crime: "Where's Teacher Wen Zhuo? Do the other extras want to eat? Just help me order one for the whole group."
Tang Lin wanted to throw him into the freezer and freeze him: "We decent people don't like to eat ice cream in such cold weather."
"Then buy some hot cakes," Lu Xinyang said with a wave of his hand. "I fully respect your personal preferences."
Tang Lin: “…”
Tang Lin: "Then I would like to thank you on my own behalf."
Lu Xinyang picked up his phone and transferred him some "hot cake fee", then walked away.
When Ji Rongyu arrived at the crew, Wen Zhuo and the heroine Yu Han were filming a scene opposite each other. He was holding a few hot packs in his arms, eating the sweet hot cakes bought by Tang Lin, and sitting on a small stool with his legs crossed, watching.
Wen Zhuo plays Bai Qingheng and Yu Han plays his sister, but in the play, her character does not exist in reality, but is created by the scroll, so Director Gao pays special attention to her lighting, and it takes a lot of time to relight every time he adjusts the depth of field and camera position.
The staff rushed forward carrying props and equipment, and the originally cold and quiet morning was made lively by their footsteps.
Ji Rongyu swallowed the last bite of the sweet cake and still felt a little hungry, so he put on the plastic gloves he had prepared long ago and carefully took out the half box of fragrant beef.
Lu Xinyang, who had finished his makeup, just came out to wait for the turn. As he was walking, his nose suddenly twitched and he turned his head sharply to look in the direction of Ji Rongyu. It is no exaggeration to say that a green light really came out of his eyes, which was more special than the makeup.
By the time Ji Rongyu heard his cheers and the sound of running footsteps, it was completely impossible to hide the beef.
Lu Xinyang didn't know what restraint was. He stretched out two hands with poisonous nail polish. Ji Rongyu happened to see the same poisonous makeup on his face at this time. He gasped in fright and unfortunately missed the last opportunity to intercept him.
"Ji Rongyu, you and I are in sync, right? You must have heard my call, right..." Lu Xinyang hugged Ji Rongyu's legs and squatted beside him, rubbing against him. "The braised beef made by Sister Fang is really delicious. The other beef I ate this morning felt dry!"
Lu Xinyang's body movements were very fierce, but when he really put the beef into his mouth, he was still careful not to smudge his lip makeup, and he only ate a very small piece.
He himself couldn't bear to look at the special effects makeup, but Ji Rongyu showed it to him thoroughly. He was still savoring the food slowly, raising two oily fingers and clinging to Ji Rongyu a little harder. "After we finish filming today, let's go buy a few more boxes."
"How many boxes?" Ji Rongyu was afraid that he would dirty his down jacket, so he took out a tissue to wipe his hands. "How many more boxes do you want?"
Lu Xinyang took the advice literally. Of course, the more delicious food, the better. But thinking about Fang Jie's difficulty seeing things, he decided to give in half: "Four boxes, how about two for my parents, and two for us to split."
Ji Rongyu shook his head without thinking: "That won't work. Sister Fang's process for making beef is very complicated. In order to ensure the taste, she can't make much in a day. Doesn't your family own a lot of hotels? There are so many chefs at home and abroad. Let them make beef for you."
"But what they cook just doesn't taste good." Lu Xinyang frowned sadly, looking particularly desolate with the help of special effects makeup.
Ji Rongyu didn’t know how those chefs who were disliked by Young Master Lu felt, but he knew that Sister Fang was very tired and Niu was also suffering.
He said in a very cold tone: "If it's not for sale, then it's not for sale. You'd better give up this idea as soon as possible."
"If I had known I would have bought more yesterday..." Lu Xinyang muttered, then raised his eyes full of expectation and blinked at Ji Rongyu, "Then what's left... look... hey, can you leave it to me?"
"..." Ji Rongyu took off his gloves tiredly and slowly put the lid of the plastic takeaway box back on, which was considered to be the end of the short-lived relationship between him and the braised beef. "You can take it."
The braised beef with soy sauce deposit that I had finally gotten was now eaten up by Lu Xinyang. This is a complete scam by the client.
Fortunately, Party B is also a bad guy and has no intention of reporting to Party A.
Lu Xinyang happily carried the beef to the filming. Ji Rongyu threw the good guy card and plastic gloves he had given him into the trash can, composed himself, picked up his computer bag, and moved his small stool to the camera again.
Lu Xinyang and Wen Zhuo both took off their down jackets and ate ice cream in light clothes in sub-zero temperatures. They started filming right after swallowing the ice cream, and stopped when white mist started to come out of their mouths, took another bite, and continued filming. The scene looked very cold.
Wen Zhuo's ability to withstand the cold is not as good as Lu Xinyang's. After shooting for more than two hours, he felt a little exhausted. Seeing that he was always rubbing his stomach, Lu Xinyang asked the director for a break.
Gao Jian looked at the progress and agreed. Tang Lin, who was well prepared, immediately ran up with a down jacket, ginger tea and a hot water bottle to warm up the two male protagonists.
Ji Rongyu also stood up and stretched out a bit, stamping his feet while putting on a new heating pad. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Wen Zhuo a few more times.
If he were Wen Zhuo, he would probably be very envious of Lu Xinyang.
Others are scrambling to grab resources, but his company can create resources and sell them directly from the factory. Not only are there no middlemen to make a profit from the price difference, but partners also have to put his opinions first. No matter how you think about it, it's great.
Ji Rongyu sighed, it’s so good to be rich, to be rich... huh?
His eyes suddenly lit up.
Yes, money! Money is such a wonderful thing! Money can make the world go round. Money is the energy of life!
He finally found the motivation that could make his protagonist jump up and burst into life!
Driven by money, Ji Rongyu's eyes became very bright, and they were getting brighter and brighter. His ideas, which had been so dry that not a drop of inspiration could be squeezed out before, now flowed like a waterfall.
Ji Rongyu quickly sat down, took out his computer, and started typing frantically on the keyboard.
Countless stories and scenes crowded in front of his eyes, forcing him not to stop for a moment. He wrote down a plot outline of several thousand words as quickly as possible, and then sorted and unfolded it step by step.
When he came to his senses, the originally dry and rigid black and white document had turned into a seed with flesh and blood, and he couldn't wait to watch it grow up.
"Mirror Twenty-eight, third time, Action!"
The sound of the stagehand hitting the board brought Ji Rongyu back to his senses. He then realized that Lu Xinyang and Wen Zhuo had rested enough, and the crew was back to work.
But the shooting now was not as smooth as before.
The reason lies in Lu Xinyang’s lines.
Ji Rongyu was a complete layman and could not hear any brilliant expressiveness. He thought it was good enough as long as there were no obvious flaws in a sentence, but he could not stand the fact that there was Wen Zhuo next to him, who was a model of line delivery.
Compared with Wen Zhuo, Lu Xinyang's pauses, emphasis, vocalization and detail processing all have problems. When he gets emotional, he roars loudly as if every muscle in his body is exerting force, and the effect presented in the camera is very worrying.
"Cut! Something's totally wrong here!" There was no way Gao Jian would let a shot of this quality pass, so he simply stopped and broke it down one sentence at a time for him to ponder carefully.
"I said you are not allowed to go!... I said! No! You! Are! Allowed! To! Go!... I... cough cough!" Lu Xinyang repeated the lines over and over again, trying continuously, but he could not find the feeling that Gao Jian described.
What's worse is that he forgot the details that his dialogue teacher had helped him with last night.
He drank some water to moisten his throat and patted his stomach in annoyance.
Although he was studying diligently, his practice time was short and his basic skills were not solid. Seeing that he was struggling to grasp the key points, Wen Zhuo came over to teach him step by step and also explained many performance techniques he had figured out.
Ji Rongyu attended the class and realized that there were so many tricks involved in the stress of each word and each sound. He was amazed.
"Why don't you go in and have a rest? There's heating inside that you pay for, but here... here there's only free cold air and me who's making noise." Lu Xinyang glanced at Ji Rongyu and said dejectedly.
The only thing about Young Master Lu that was worthy of Ji Rongyu's favor was his face, but it was painted so badly by the makeup artist that it looked completely unsightly.
But Ji Rongyu squinted at his ugly expression, and the smile on his face didn't fade away: "Ah, I was wondering why the northwest wind smelled so good today. It turns out that it's not only free, but also comes with a special accompaniment."
"These are all the lines you wrote. How can you still laugh when I recite them so badly?" Lu Xinyang curled his lips and turned away, treating him as if he were the supervising teacher sitting beside him. He straightened his back even more, "Teacher Wen, let's continue practicing. Please teach me more. I can't let Teacher Ji down."
Ji Rongyu crossed his arms and thought to himself, you are not mine, you can throw me away however you want, what does it have to do with me.
Wen Zhuo smiled and said, "Okay, actually, your voice is pretty good. You just need to practice more often."
Encouraged, Lu Xinyang rolled up his sleeves and continued practicing with his hands on his hips.
With Wen Zhuo's help, the scene was finally passed. Gao Jian was satisfied with what he saw on the monitor, and his expression relaxed. He announced that it was time to have dinner and take a break.
There was no need to wear special effects makeup for the afternoon scene, so Lu Xinyang washed his face first, then took out the braised beef from the insulated box, poured it into the rice and ate it quickly.
Tang Lin pushed a bowl of chicken soup over and said, "Don't be in a hurry. Eat slowly. The director said the afternoon scene doesn't start until two o'clock."
Lu Xinyang's mouth was full. He shook his head without saying anything, and moved his chopsticks faster.
He finished his lunch at a fighting speed, gulped down the soup in a few big gulps, then picked up a bottle of water, wiped his mouth and ran out.
"Hey? Where are you going... Don't run around!" There was still most of the food left in Tang Lin's bowl. He hesitated for a second between being full and hungry, but still suppressed his curiosity and continued to eat.
This time he actually wronged Lu Xinyang, who didn't want to run around, but wanted to find a secluded and open place to continue practicing his lines.
Coincidentally, Ji Rongyu also wanted to find a secluded and ventilated place to sort out his outline.
There were many people in the crew, many props and equipment, and the area occupied was astonishing. There were only one or two places that met the requirements, so the two of them naturally collided.
Ji Rongyu held the notebook in his hand, forced to endure someone's brainwashing by repeating the lines in an endless rhythm, and the expression on his face gradually became numb.
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