Director’s Legend

After learning of the trouble in the hospital, Shao Shuaijun said that it was going to be bad, as expected. In the afternoon, the phone calls of several assistants kept ringing, and they were all from several investors. Shao Shuaijun’s cell phone may have been lost during a fight, and could not be found. The other party could not get through, so he called his assistant’s cell phone.

Shao Shuaijun took the two and was impatient, asking what happened.

"If you call again, just tell me what I just said, don't notify me!"

After confessing his assistant, Shao Shuaijun went directly to the dressing room. The afternoon scenes were filmed as usual. The actors all put on makeup in the dressing room. When Shao Shuaijun came in, they were all busy saying hello.

"Director, is your head okay?" After finishing makeup, Zhao Wei looked charming and generous, with the demeanor of a good wife.

"I'm fine, you all know what happened in the morning?"

"Yeah, I heard about it as soon as I got to the crew. Originally we were going to visit the director, but Qian said no, so I didn't go. The director is really okay? I don't think your face looks good." Zhouxun said .

Shao Shuaijun grinned reluctantly: "A film crew looked up and saw what they looked down. If there is something to see, I haven't seen it now. It just touched a small crack on the head and didn't even need to sew a needle. It's irritating to look bad. This time the matter is estimated to be known to the reporter, but don’t spread it indiscriminately, the marketing department will handle it."

Looking at the emotions of the actors, they were all normal, and Shao Shuaijun felt relieved.

Xiaodongmen hasn't been cleaned up yet, and the scene in the afternoon was changed, and the meal was taken at the captain's mansion. Shao Shuaijun just ate some bread at noon. Once the filming was over, he greeted everyone and settled the food on the table. After a few bites, the assistant came over again with the phone.

"What's the matter, didn't you let you handle it."

"Director, your dad called."

"My dad?" Shao Shuaijun answered the phone and immediately heard his father's voice, "Dad, why are you calling?"

"I just watched the news and heard that there was a fight in your "Painted Skin" crew. What happened? Is there any major problem?"

"No, just a little friction."

"That's good, I watched the weird exaggeration on TV, saying that someone was seriously injured, and I went to the hospital. You have to be careful when making movies, and don't make conflicts. There are three schools of people in society, and they can do anything. If you can't be guilty, it's best not to offend. You know."

"Well, I see. Dad, how is the house?"

"All good, your mother is going to play mahjong, and I will go to play table tennis with some teachers soon. If there is nothing wrong, so be it, hang up."

After hanging up the phone, Shao Shuaijun breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the reporters still don't know what happened, they just knew it was a fight. If handled properly, it should be able to resolve. This kind of lace news of the crew is being staged all the time, and the audience will watch the excitement.

In the evening, Shao Shuaijun went to the hospital with the director team. Anyway, he had to come and see the injured. Many reporters were still blocking the front door of the hospital. Shao Shuaijun sneaked in through the back door and saw two seriously wounded in the ward. They were all martial artists from Hong Kong. One had his leg and rib broken, and the other had a hole in his head.

There is no life-threatening, but the injuries are not minor.

"Have you communicated with your family?"

Qi Naizhen is a producer from Hong Kong. She is in her thirties. Her husband is the deputy manager of Huanyu Film. She nodded: "Director Qian personally discussed the two seriously injured. The crew will bear the medical expenses, and one person will pay 200,000 yuan. The few who were slightly injured were all sent away."

"Tell them clearly, get the money and keep your mouth tighter."

"Yep."

Back to the crew, it was late at night, Shao Shuaijun was not interested in watching the samples, and went straight back to sleep. Today, not only the body is tired, but the spirit is even more tired. Speaking of him, he was also very aggrieved. Gao Linbao could pat his **** and left, and not only was his head broken, he was also responsible for handling the aftermath.

I think the director is very beautiful. In fact, the director is more tired than anyone on the crew and laborious.

I'm stuck in my heart, and I feel uncomfortable.

If it is a scandal or something, Shao Shuaijun will ignore it, and even make people hype. Fighting this kind of thing, especially when it involves bloodshed, will have too much influence. Not only will it fail to be hyped, it will even be given a reputation for violence, which will affect the review and release of future movies.

"Mother, kindness is not a soldier, no one will be allowed to oppose me in the future! See one and kill one!"

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The next morning, Shao Shuaijun sent someone back to buy a newspaper and browsed it. It was found that there were a lot of fights between the crew of "Painted Skin", but there was no specific process, no illustrations, just speculation. At noon, after Shao Shuaijun finished work, he was about to go back to change his bandages. Li Xiuxiu was carrying a bag, entered the crew, and went straight to Shao Shuaijun's room.

"Sister Xiuxiu, why are you here?" Shao Shuaijun exclaimed, half of the bandage untied, looking funny.

"It's not because of you." Li Xiuxiu glared at Shao Shuaijun, and reached out to take the bandage. "Let me see how you are injured, why you are so careless, how old are you, you are the director, do you know that you still fight? !"

"It's okay, I just do it myself."

"Don't move! Do it by yourself, can the head injury be sloppy? Alas, how often do you change the bandage? Why is it all sweat and the wounds are white!" Li Xiuxiu looked distressed and took it. He lifted the cotton wool on the table and wiped Shao Shuaijun's wound, "Does it hurt?"

"No... it hurts."

Shao Shuaijun swallowed hard, no feeling at all on his head, and his heart fell in front of him. Li Xiuxiu held his head and wiped the wound, and his chest was facing Shao Shuaijun's eyes. Today she wore a round-mouth T-shirt with her body slightly arched, her neckline slightly opened, and the whiteness looming inside.

This made Shao Shuaijun's mouth dry and his eyes straightened.

Looking down, under the short skirt, there are a pair of white legs, without stockings, the skin is delicate and smooth, and with high heels, it looks extra slender.

"If you touch it, it must feel great."

Shao Shuaijun has forgotten the troubles and depression he had before, and his heart is full of thoughts.

"Okay." Li Xiuxiu had already wrapped the new bandage, and as soon as she lowered her head, she saw Shao Shuaijun's squinting pig brother. Snap, two red clouds rose on his face, resembling anger and anger, and pinched Shao Shuaijun's waist with a small hand.

"Oh, it hurts!"

The beautiful fantasy shattered, and Shao Shuaijun grinned and shouted: "I said you can't be a little lady, and be gentle. How can there be a woman like you, it's a personal attack!"

"To deal with a pervert, you will get a cruel move."

"Let me go, it was a mental transfer method just now. You are not gentle at all in handling the wound. In order to resist the pain, you just glanced at it. You won't lose two pieces of meat."

"Don't use shamelessness as an excuse, OK?" Li Xiuxiu said with her hands on her hips, "Okay, stop talking, tell me what's going on."

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