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Chapter 37 The Media Quest
"Fang Dao, Fang Dao."

"What are you doing?" Fang Nan turned around and continued to sleep soundly.

Zhao Zhu pushed Fang Nan, whose face was about to be glued to the car glass: "Director Fang, we're on the ground."

"Where are you going?" Fang Nan, with his head on the glass, was confused.

Zhao Zhu was speechless, this man was really going to sleep to death, he forgot all about coming to the gate of Beijing Film Studio to pull people.

"We've arrived at the gate of Beijing Film Studio."

Hearing the words "Northern Film Studio", Fang Nan woke up instantly, wiped off his eye feces and saliva, and turned his head to look out the window, there was a dense crowd outside.

In the crowd, a boy looked at him expectantly through the window of the bus with his head held up like all the extras.

The ugliness caught everyone's eyes, Fang Nan didn't take it seriously, he was not a big girl or a little wife, but just a rough guy.

"Get out of the car and choose someone." After speaking to Zhao Zhu, he lit a cigarette by himself, and after the nicotine lingered in his mind, he pulled himself together and got out of the car.

"Come 200 men of average height, 20 women, the men's height is about 175, and the women's height is above 165. Don't be too fat. Those who can last for two or three days, 30 a day."

"Director, can I be 172?" A male co-star secretly stuffed a pack of cigarettes into Zhao Zhu's hand.

"The director is there, and I'm the scene manager."

Zhao Zhuchong pointed at Fang Nan, who was leaning on the bus, and glanced at the cigarette in his hand. The 8 yuan was still good, and waved his little hand: "Get in the car."

"Teacher, I'm 178, hard-working"

Zhao Zhu cast him a glance: "Why so much nonsense, get in the car."

"Director, can you see if I can do it? My body is very soft. Feel it."

Fang Nan said coldly, "Too short, I can't get on."

The female group performer flicked her long hair: "huh"

"cut"

Fang Nan took a breath of cigarette in disdain.

When he faced Jia Jingwen and Gao Yuanyuan and other beauties in the crew of "Yi Tian", his gaze had already reached the height of dozens of floors.

The female co-star just left angrily, and the boy who raised his head a while ago and saw Fang Nan's ugliness walked forward boldly: "Director, can you see me?"

Fang Nan glanced at the white and tender boy, and asked back, "What do you think?"

"I'm a bit short, but I can endure hardship as a director, and I'm willing to do no matter how tiring or dirty the job is." The boy said eagerly.

Fang Nan breathed out, took out another cigarette, and just about to light it, the boy took out a lighter from somewhere and lit it: "Director, I can not only endure hardships, but also kung fu. I practiced martial arts in Shaolin Temple when I was 6 years old."

"You should be the last one." Fang Nan glanced at the boy.

"Thank you, thank you director!"

The boy bowed to Fang Nan excitedly on the spot, and then said: "Director, my name is Wang Bao, what is your name, I will definitely repay you."

Fang Nan raised his eyebrows subconsciously: "Forget it, there's no need."

What a joke.

If he is not as good as Wang Bao in his life, and expects Wang Bao to repay him, he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

What do you want this stinky skin for?
What's the use of this iron rod?

Zhao Zhu came and stuffed Bao Zhonghua into Fang Nan's pocket: "Director Fang, three buses are enough for 220 people."

"Go back and take him with you." Fang Nan tore open the packaging of Zhonghua cigarettes, and pointed at Wang Bao who was squatting next to him.

The three buses went straight to Mentougou, and finally stopped at the edge of a small mountain not far from Tanzhe Temple.

Walking in, you will arrive at the shooting site where the six sects besieged Guangmingding.

"Nan Tsai, how many extras?"

"221." Fang Nan shouted as he walked towards Lai Qingshui who was beckoning.

When he got close, he asked curiously, "Director Lai, what else is there?"

"You get up early today, go back early in the evening, and then tomorrow you will be responsible for receiving the media reporters who came to visit the set, and take them to the places they should see. The producer will tell you the details later."

Media visit?

Fang Nan was a little reluctant to accept this job.

The media annoys him the most. This group of people are very good at making up nonsense, and the same sentence can make people dumbfounded when the same sentence is manipulated by the media.

It's a pity that he can't control the crew's affairs. It's like getting up early today to recruit a group of performers, and the other two directors said "older" in an instant.

He stayed up for a week, and his eyes were bloodshot. Lai Qingshui said "You are young and can handle it" and forced the task to him.

"Director Lai told you about tomorrow?"

Fang Nan rested his chin and squinted for a while, when the producer Zhang Zhang stood beside him like a ghost.

"I said it, but I didn't say the specific process." Fang Nan got up and said.

"There is no specific process, just take a few photos and arrange for the main actors to be interviewed."

Fang Nan asked again, "Who are the specific actors?"

"Just three leading actors."

Fang Nan replied dryly: "Understood."

Zhang Zhang, one of the two producers, came to the shooting scene. Fang Nan didn't dare to fish anymore, rubbed his face, and ran to the only tent outside the set to watch the three young people playing with the computer there.

"Is this the special effect added after filming in the morning?"

Looking at the computer screen, Su Youpeng was surrounded by whirlwinds when he was fighting, Fang Nan squatted down and asked curiously.

"Isn't that right, Director Fang, look at how we are doing?" One of the three young people lowered his head and smiled at Fang Nan.

Fang Nan put on a look of amazement, and said, "It's awesome, isn't this thing easy to learn?"

"It's not easy to learn. There are not many people who understand this in China. We all spend time and effort to figure it out."

Fang Nan nodded in agreement, and special effects are a thing of great quality to him.

There is no way, compared with Hollywood, this aspect started too late in China.

Running here and there until evening, Fang Nan greeted Ma Yucheng and Lai Qingshui, gasped, and climbed into the car back to the hotel with tears in his eyes.

Get in the car and take a look, Su Youpeng, Jia Jingwen, Gao Yuanyuan, the three leading actors of "Yitian" are all there.

And you look at me with tears in your eyes, and I look at you, pointing at each other and laughing.

After entering the hotel, Fang Nan asked several people: "Do you want to eat? I'll go and say hello to the kitchen."

"Don't eat anything, go back to sleep."

Jia Jingwen leaned against Fang Nan's back, put his hands on his shoulders, and pushed him forward. Su Youpeng and Gao Yuanyuan also shook their heads with dull faces.

The three leading actors didn't need to wait, Fang Nan started the fire more lazily by himself, and went back to the room as soon as he took off his clothes and went straight to sleep.

He slept so dimly that night, and he didn't know when Zhang De, who was in the same room, would come back, but the effect was surprisingly good, and he woke up the next day with a very clear mind.

"I can eat a cow!" muttered, Fang Nan easily straightened up and got dressed.

At the same time, in a five-story tube building, Gou Lin put on a black suit that he hadn't put on for a long time.

He twisted up his cuffs, put on the 800-degree myopia glasses and came to the door, slowly put on the pair of shiny black leather shoes, opened and closed the door.

"dong dong"

Ding Zhi: "Master, why are you back again?"

Gou Lin said: "I forgot to take the certificate, go to my room and get it."

Zha Lang Entertainment, Li Li.

Golden Eagle Media, Lu Tian.

Time Media, Gou Lin.

"Gou Lin?"

After reading Gou Lin's ID, Fang Nan looked up at the middle-aged man in a straight suit with pointed heads, and said, "Why do you look familiar to me?"

(End of this chapter)