This actor wants to pay more

Chapter 3 Group Acting Life
Sitting under the tree, Ding Xiu quietly waited for the crew to arrive.

The day's plan is in the morning, it's not that he doesn't want to do boxing, or stand up to exercise himself, it's just that his wallet doesn't allow it.

After a set of punches, you must be hungry and need to eat to supplement nutrition. Where will the money come from?

Whether lunch is available today depends on whether the crew will accept him or not.

Seriously, he regretted running just now, how much energy was wasted?

The extras were bored waiting, three or five acquaintances gathered together to brag and chat, if there was a woman in the small circle, the swearing and dirty jokes would never stop.

The people around did not join because they were not familiar with it, they just cast envious eyes and laughed together when they heard exciting topics.

Under the street lights, some people also showed disdainful expressions, but occasionally turned their heads to look at the gate of the Beijing Film Studio behind them, as if they were looking at a holy place.

Beijing Film Studio is a studio, a state-owned enterprise. After the reform and opening up, there were not many films produced. Even today, it is not necessary to recruit a group performance once every two months.

The reason why everyone gathers in this kind of drama is a habit, and it is also the default rule in the circle.

There are a lot of production crews in Beiping city, so you can't just look around in the street to recruit extras, you have to have a place, this place is the entrance of Beijing Film Studio, this has been a habit for more than ten years.

As time went by, more and more people came to the entrance of Beijing Film Studio. It was already very lively at five o'clock, like a small vegetable market. Restoring excitement.

It was daylight, a van parked on the side of the road, and a short, black, fat middle-aged man got out of the car, with a peach heart hairstyle and an iron chain hanging around his neck.

With a loudspeaker in one hand and a notebook under his arm, the man calmly shouted, "We're calling for group performances, twenty-one days, fifteen people here."

The moment he got out of the car, the extras swarmed up like hyenas smelling fishy.

"me!"

"Director, I can break dance."

"The director chose me, and I have acted in six plays."

"Director, don't look at my age, I have eight years of acting experience."

"Director, I am a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, able to fight and resist."

"Director, I am also a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, with [-] years of martial arts skills."

Ding Xiu reported himself to his family, and appointed himself a Shaolin lay disciple, a martial arts master with [-] years of skill, Wang Baoqiang rolled his eyes when he heard that.

As far as he knew, Ding Xiu was only twenty years old, did he start practicing in the womb?
"You, you, you, get in the car."

"The old man is too old, go back first."

"You go up too."

Like counting ducks, the director gets in the car whoever he points to. Ding Xiu looks good and is also one of the people in the car.

Wang Baoqiang was stopped outside. He wanted to fish in troubled waters and get into the car, but was stopped by the director.

"Child, are you an adult?"

"Director, I'm eighteen years old. Don't look at me as a child. I'm a Shaolin lay disciple. I'm very good at fighting. I can do any dirty work."

"Don't talk about these useless things, count yourself fifteen days, and get in the car if you can."

"Thank you director, I will do it."

"The old man, do you do it for fifteen days?"

For the last few people, the director doesn't care about meat and vegetables, but the price is much lower, and each of them gets five yuan as a kickback.

……

The van staggered to the suburbs for more than an hour, and one person got off to register a name.

This is a small crew, and the filming is a modern drama. There is no need to change clothes, and everyone can walk around according to the director's requirements.

Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang are in a group. The props they are given are a long-haired headgear and a book. Their job is to turn their backs to the hero and heroine. They pretend to be lovers sitting on a chair not far away and chatting. They don’t show their faces, which can be regarded as the background. plate.

"You can make money just by sitting down. These days are comfortable." Ding Xiu held the book in his hand and looked up at the sky with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Wang Baoqiang, who was wearing a wig, said in a low voice: "Today's scene is indeed much more relaxed."

"Still feeling sorry for five yuan?" Ding Xiu asked.

Wang Baoqiang is short and has a tender face. At eighteen, he looks like a sixteen-year-old junior high school graduate. No wonder the director only gave him fifteen.

Wang Baoqiang was depressed: "You say everyone does the same job, so why should I pay five yuan less?"

"You don't have to."

"I need money."

"Then don't force Lai Lai." Ding Xiu said lightly: "Society is inherently unfair. It has been like this for thousands of years. If you think you don't have enough money, you don't have to do it, or put a knife on that buddy's neck, let alone increase the price. , you let him kneel down and call you father."

After being stunned, Wang Baoqiang was speechless. He didn't have the courage to put a knife on someone's neck, so he could only accept this kind of unequal exploitation.

In front of the two of them, a figure stopped, turned his head and said: "Brother, I didn't offend you two after thinking about it, why did you negotiate to kill me, and let me call you father?"

Ding Xiu looked at him, with a peaked cap, big sunglasses, a floral shirt, and a briefcase, like a bad developer.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment: "I just led you two into the car at the gate of Beijing Film Studio, don't you remember?"

Wang Baoqiang laughed: "So it's the director, why are you here to act."

"I'm not the director, I'm the group leader."

There are executive directors, casting directors, martial arts directors, and various assistant directors in a crew.

As the name suggests, the casting director is the one who chooses the cast, and the human-shaped props like group performances are not roles. The director has no time to choose them himself, and usually hand them over to the local group leader.

Qin Gang is such a person.

In addition to helping the crew to pay for hard work and getting kickbacks from group performances, he will also "guest star" in easy scenes to earn a little money.

"Brother, we were joking." Wang Baoqiang apologized.

It's okay to really offend the director, the big deal is not to make this movie, there are plenty of crews in the city of Peiping.

The good days of offending the group leader are over. This kind of people have wild ways and a lot of resources, so it is not easy to beat people, but if you exclude them, don't give them fun...

Leaving aside Wang Baoqiang, Qin Gang looked at Ding Xiu: "Grandson, do you know what it means to say that misfortune comes from your mouth?"

"Let me kneel down and call you dad, right? If you call me dad today, I'll let you go. Otherwise, don't shoot this scene."

"Okay." Ding Xiu nodded, "It's fine if you don't shoot, just settle the money."

Qin Gang laughed angrily: "What the hell are you thinking, you just want money for five minutes after sitting down, I'll make you paralyzed."

Ding Xiu stood up with a stern face, his eyes were gloomy, and he walked towards Qin Gang step by step, poking his chest with his fingers and saying coldly:

"Since you found it, I will give you the money. Whether it is useful or not, I will chop you up for a penny."

"Also, keep your mouth clean, and if you use another dirty word, I'll cut your tongue first."

Having been in the arena for so many years, Ding Xiu has eighty if not a hundred lives in his hands. No matter how vicious people in modern society are, they are all younger brothers in front of him.

Qin Gang was overwhelmed by his murderous intent, as if someone had pointed the point of a knife to his throat, he felt his heart beating and he dared not breathe.

(End of this chapter)