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Chapter 17

inside the room.

Han Qiao sat in front of the desk with white paper spread out on the desk.

He still likes this room very much. Looking out of the window, it is a small forest. In the drizzle, the green leaves are swaying, isolating the noise of the outside world.

Rainy days are suitable for writing novels.

Han Qiao picked up a pen and wrote on the white paper - Long Clan.

"Lu Mingfei played "GG" and cut out the game. In the last scene on the screen, twelve human cruisers fired with Yamato guns, turning his brood into a pool of blood..."

Han Qiao flicked the pen in his hand, and a series of words jumped out on the paper.

He thinks this novel is the most suitable for the current needs. Germination mainly focuses on youth literature, while Long family happens to be a youth fantasy novel. The plot in the book is changeable, the characters are passionate, and most importantly, it is a love that cannot be loved.

Young people like this tune.

If the market responds well, there will be several more in the follow-up. As for Mr. Jiang X, he knows how to be a dragon!

Han Qiao privately thought he had to put some pressure on him. Before he was reborn, this guy posted more Weibo a year than he wrote novels.

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The next day, the alarm clock went off exactly at 6:30.

Han Qiao got up and looked out of the window. The sun was just born in the sky, and the orange clouds spread across the sky.

He closed the door softly, ready to take the show.

At the gate of Juxianzhuang, there are already many people waiting for the show.

Han Qiao pushed open the door of Juxian Village, Aunt Li was not there, but the little girl who greeted the guests was there.

She said she was a little girl, but she was actually older than Han Qiao. When she saw Han Qiao coming in, she greeted with a smile, "Brother Han, it's so early today!"

Han Qiao happened to need the little girl's help with something, so he took out the manuscript in his arms: "Little Yanzi, help me post this letter later."

Xiao Yan'er's name is Zhang Yan, and she is also drifting. She has not been able to take part in plays for several months in a row, and cannot make ends meet. She can only find a job to make ends meet, and go to plays during her break.

This is also the helplessness of group performances, the rent is so expensive, water and electricity are everywhere, and there are so few crews.

Zhang Yan put down the mop in her hand, wiped her hand on the apron, took the letter from Han Qiao, looked at the address, her eyes were full of doubts.

"What's the matter, little swallow." Han Qiao felt uncomfortable being watched.

"Brother Han, are you writing a novel to a magazine?" Zhang Yan didn't expect Han Qiao to have this ability.

Writers are still a respected profession now, unlike later generations, writers have become "sitting at home".

"Wrote a little casually." Han Qiao smiled modestly.

It was the bus outside the door, and Han Qiao didn't have time to explain to Zhang Yan, so he ran out in a hurry.

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In front of the gate of Juxianzhuang, the bus door opened, and Fatty Wang, the leader of the group, stood in front of the door, holding a loudspeaker and shouting: "Anti-Japanese war drama, [-] spots, those who want to go, sign up now."

"Brother Wang, is there any other drama, I don't want to go to the Anti-Japanese War drama!"

"That's right, Brother Wang, is there any costume drama?"

"Brother Wang, add some money for the anti-Japanese war drama, five yuan is too little,"

The crowd was talking all over the place, but no one got in the car.

Fatty Wang's face was dark, no one got in the car, and he was very helpless, so as not to cause public anger, and he didn't dare to go too far.

Han Qiao's face was exposed. No one got in the car due to the situation.

He hurried to Fatty Wang: "Brother Wang, I'll go."

When Fatty Wang saw Han Qiao, his black face showed a smile: "Brother Han is going, come on, hurry up and get in the car."

After finishing speaking, he shouted with a loudspeaker: "What's wrong with the anti-Japanese war drama, you guys are picky and want to be an actor, I watched it at noon and went home to farm, why noon, because sooner or later you will die. "

"I'll leave it at that. If you don't apply for a play today, don't ask me to apply for a play in the future."

Someone got into the car, and now the crowd was reluctant and had no choice but to obey.

There are currently four group leaders in Hengdian, among which Fatty Wang is one of the best, and he knows many great directors.

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The bus pulled the group performers to a mountain.

The crew has already made preparations.

Han Qiao followed the crowd to receive the costumes and props. Seeing that the people around him were listless, he whispered to the little brother next to him: "Brother, what's the matter, I think everyone is very depressed."

The little brother saw that he was an old group performer. He glanced at Han Qiao and realized that this kid was fawning over Fatty Wang in the morning. He said angrily, "He's new here. You'll find out in a while."

Han Qiaoling was dressed in the Eighth Route Army uniform, put on his leggings, and pretended to wave the gun in his hand, which looked like that.

At this time, the assistant director came to give a play.

"Stand at attention." The assistant director shouted loudly.

The group of performers gathered quickly, the assistant director took the gun handed over by the staff, bent his waist and demonstrated a tactical move, and asked the group of performers to practice.

At this time, Han Qiao noticed the maliciousness of the people around him from time to time. After thinking about it, he knew that he had committed public anger in the morning, and this was the result of his lack of experience.

The assistant director promoted a person who was better practiced, and led the crowd to act in the play.

The filming location is at the foot of a mountain.

This scene is like this, the Eighth Route Army marched to the foot of a mountain in a hurry, and was ambushed by devils.

The director yelled action, and the filming started.

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In the monitor screen, the camera zooms out first, and the quiet mountain road winds into the distance. At the end of the mountain road, a small group of Eighth Route Army soldiers trot and march. Their uniform movements show that this army is the elite of the Eighth Route Army.

Suddenly, there was a beating in the air. (ps: Let’s talk about why everyone in RB of the Anti-Japanese War drama speaks Chinese. (⊙﹏⊙)
Randomly, the sound of gunfire was like a torrential rain, breaking the tranquility of the mountains and forests.

The Eighth Route Army was suddenly attacked, and the commander shouted: "Comrades, rush to me, and hurry through the battlefield."

Han Qiao complained in his heart, what kind of shit script, shouldn't he find cover to fight back at this time?
But the play is still going on, so I hurried forward with a cat on my waist.

It rained last night, the ground was full of water, and there were staff members holding water guns and spraying water all the time.

After running a few steps, I was soaked and stuck to my body, which made me feel uncomfortable.

In order to create the effect, the crew buried explosives in advance.

As the Eighth Route Army ran past, the explosives exploded, and with a bang, the mud splashed everywhere, hitting heads and faces.

The group performers panicked and the formation dispersed.

click.

The director gave an order to start over.

The scene went back and forth a dozen times.

The heavenly palace is not beautiful, and it is sunny again, and the clothes on my body are wet and dry, and the smelly clothes are even more disgusting.

Han Qiao felt that his mind was blank, only the rumble of explosives remained.

After an unknown amount of time, the play finally ended, and he sat down on the ground, feeling disgusted in his heart, and spit it out in a gulp.

Damn, no wonder no one accepts the Anti-Japanese War scene.

Who will take over who will be the grandson in the future?

(End of this chapter)