The perm level in this small county town is conceivable. Wang Dalun looked at himself in the mirror and regretted not wearing a hat. He was wearing a very unnatural curly hair on his end. He was ashamed no matter how he looked, he was embarrassed to go out to see someone.

"Well, it's pretty good, it's a little fluffy. Oh, Master, please help me apply some elasticity and be a little softer." The makeup artist who followed him looked carefully.

"Okay!"

The barber quickly applied elasticity to his curly hair. After that, he grabbed it with his hand a few times, and then looked at it a little, "Okay. What do you think?"

"Well, that's it."

After leaving the barber shop, humming the Wang's rock "Platform" that he adapted randomly last night, he turned into the hotel courtyard next to him. The staff in the yard were busy loading the car to prepare for the shooting task for the new day. Liu Xiaojuan and Liu Xiaoe stood at the entrance of the hotel. The two girls also put on makeup and changed their clothes and waited to get in the car and set off.

"Puchi!" Seeing Wang Dalun's image, I don't know if it was his sister or sister who was the first to laugh out loud. Originally, it was easy to recognize the two sisters wearing different clothes, but now they wear the same ones, and they can't recognize who is the sister and who is the sister.

Wang Dalun glared at the one who smiled, and the two sisters laughed out loud. These two girls were quite reserved when they first came, but now they are becoming more and more bold and unrestrained. So if you give people three points of color, you will open a dyeing shop.

"That, why are you two, the director and the others?" Wang Dalun saw that the time was almost over, but he had not seen Lao Jia and Yu Liwei and others.

"The director, Teacher Yu, Teacher Wang and others are still upstairs." One of them pointed upstairs and said.

Another said mysteriously: "When we came down just now, we heard that Teacher Wang was arguing with the director in the director's room."

"Arguing?" Wang Hongwei and Lao Jia had a fight?

Wang Hongwei claims to be Lao Jia's butler. From "Xiao Wu" to "Standup", Lao Jia doesn't care about anything except filming, and Wang Hongwei supports the crew. The two have disputes, but the quarrel seems to have never happened.

Wang Dalun couldn't help but run upstairs to take a look. When he walked to the stairs, he heard Wang Hongwei's sharp voice coming from Lao Jia's house, "You said why are you sucking? You said it's good, why don't you take pictures and then don't take pictures? The greenhouse there was only two days in the county town. I missed it. Where can I go to find the greenhouse in the future! Old Song and Jingdong went there early in the morning to do it, you said you..."

The door of Lao Jia's room was closed. Wang Dalun opened the door and saw three people in the room. Yu Liwei looked bitter. Lao Jia sat beside the bed and smoking a cigarette. Wang Hongwei stood in the middle of the room with an excited look on his face.

Wang Dalun pushed the door and the three of them looked at him at the same time. If they were placed, they would definitely make fun of him at his newly burnt curly hair, but no one has the intention now.

"What's wrong? Is this? Can the show still be filmed?" Wang Dalun glanced at it and asked.

"I can't take pictures anymore. I have to change it again at the end. Isn't it a waste of money?" Wang Hongwei said angrily.

Yu Liwei also smiled bitterly at him and shook his head.

Old Jia took a deep breath of cigarette, stood up, and said firmly, "No, I thought about this script all night yesterday and must be modified."

"Then when do you want to make the modification? This greenhouse will only last two days and cannot be finished. I can't change a greenhouse."

Lao Jia shook his head, "It will definitely not be able to complete it in two days."

"Okay! Then I will definitely not be able to take pictures today. I will go down and inform everyone not to work hard and ask Lao Song and Jingdong to come back. But I can say that the ugly words are ahead. The money I have on hand can't be paid for a few days. You can do it yourself." Wang Hongwei left the words and went out angrily.

Yu Liwei looked at Lao Jia, opened his mouth, but finally said nothing. He sighed, walked over and patted Wang Dalun on the shoulder, and followed him out.

Wang Dalun had no reason to stay in this way. Everyone knows this guy's temper, and no one can persuade him after he twisted it. It seems that Wang Hongwei was really anxious today, otherwise he wouldn't have argued with him like this.

"Then... then you hurry up and change it quickly." Wang Dalun wanted to persuade him, but then he thought that there was no need for this. The filming reached this point, and he probably understood the interests of others in his heart.

"Dalun!"

Wang Dalun was about to turn around and go out, but was stopped by Lao Jia.

This guy had a bitter face, his eyebrows drooped more and more. He looked at him and moved his mouth, looking extremely embarrassed and embarrassed, and said, "Well, your salary may be slow again."

Wang Dalun smiled. Since he learned that this guy had finished spending all his money last time, he had known that it was the result. He shook his head and said, "It's okay, I don't need money to spend anyway. You can give it whatever you want when you have it!"

"Thank you, look at you just bought a house and decorate it, I'm afraid you're nervous." Old Jia squeezed out a smile and said.

Wang Dalun looked at him like this and felt unbearable. Do you think he did it himself? He just wanted to ask for trouble when the investor took the initiative to invest, but he still had to be so persistent, even if there was a slight flaw. But he had this temper and didn't know what to say about him.

He thought about it, took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed him a piece, walked to the bed opposite him and sat down, saying, "It doesn't matter here, there are so many holes, Hongwei is also anxious today, what will you do next?"

This guy put all his belongings in it, and Wang Dalun was really anxious about him.

"Borrow it." Old Jia took a sip of cigarette, grabbed his messy hair, and said helplessly.

"I have a little bit here, not much, only 200,000, or you can use it first."

The last time he returned to Beijing, the company gave him a card. The pay for "The Flowers Bloom" and the cost of clothing endorsement were all included. Last year, he asked Sister Ding to negotiate on his behalf. Sister Ding had a good deal. The endorsement fee increased from the original 50,000 to 150,000 yuan. The contract was signed for two years. In addition to the increase in his own status, there is also the change in the overall climate. Now he is invited to endorse the celebrity, and the price has increased significantly. The pay plus the endorsement fee for one year is exactly 200,000 yuan.

Originally, he wanted to add the money and pay the house loan together first. Now that Lao Jia is in trouble, he will lend it to him for emergency treatment first.

He may hesitate to lend it to others, but he is definitely sure that he can lend it to Lao Jia. Besides, he can do it within his ability, and he still has some money to spend enough money to live and repay the monthly loan for the house.

Old Jia suddenly raised his head and was surprised. What he lacked the most now was money, but he immediately hesitated: "Dalun, you can figure it out clearly. This movie is not as big as "Xiao Wu". I don't even know whether it can recover the investment with such a large investment."

When filming "Xiao Wu", he didn't talk to Lao Jia about his pay, so he paid Zuo Wenlu 10,000 yuan. As a result, Lao Jia gave him 60,000 yuan. Of course, in addition to the pay, there was also a reward for "Xiao Wu" to sell well. Now it is obvious that Lao Jia thought he had tasted the sweetness, so he first said the ugly words.

"Okay, I don't care whether your movie will be a big seller or a loss in the future. I borrowed this money from you, not an investment. I won't be jealous of making money, and I still have to pay it back if I lose." He said deliberately with his eyes.

Old Jia smiled shyly, a little embarrassed to judge a gentleman with a villain's heart, and said, "That's right, if you are convenient, you will transfer the money in the past two days. I'll write you the IOU."

Lao Jia wrote an IOU that would borrow 300,000 yuan, and he added it to the pay. Wang Dalun was not pretentious, took the IOU and took it and took a look, and said, "I will take the card with me. Later, I will go to the bank with Hongwei to apply for the transfer of money. You should change the script quickly, so many people will accompany you."

"Okay, I'll try to get as fast as possible." Wang Dalun's 200,000 yuan could also be regarded as a solution to his urgent needs. Lao Jia was in a good mood for a moment and happily sent him out of the door.

Sometimes the magic of money is really infinite. In the morning, Lao Jia, who was still swearing that he could not complete the shooting of the greenhouse in two days, actually took only one morning to complete the script to be revised.

Everyone was very happy. Of course, the happiest one was the butler Wang Hongwei. Wang Dalun's 200,000 not only solved his urgent needs, but also no longer had to worry about the damn greenhouse.

The greenhouse is placed on the open space at the entrance of the cinema, with colorful flags flying, two large light bulbs hanging, and disco music from the 1980s. The loudspeaker shouted: "Today, Shenzhen Star Space Soft Break Dance Group, the programs performed for you include Mr. Eryong who just returned from a visit to the United States... and the red and pink couple who just joined the troupe, Miss Mimi Haha."

When there are no car crashes in the group, they usually play together and share resources. Mimi Haha, that is, Liu Xiaojuan and Liu Xiaoe are originally pillars of other groups, but they were dug up by Lao Song.

In the shed, amid the exciting music, two beautiful girls were dancing wildly on the stage. Their appearance and figure were still the flying snow-white legs, which attracted waves of ghosts and wolves, screams, and applause from the old and young men in the audience. Their group of actors were all idle people around. They not only had money, but also feasted their eyes, and they were all crazy.

When the director shouted "Card", there were still people who kept making excuses, "One more!" Lao Jia looked ugly. Wang Hongwei shouted for a while before he calmed down. He followed the deputy director Wang Yu and the group talked about the next scene. As for another deputy director Gu Zheng, as soon as Wang Dalun's money was in place in the morning, Lao Jia ordered him to go to the capital to buy film after dinner.

The band on the stage was preparing. Wang Dalun was wearing a blue jeans with a red shirt inside. He was holding a microphone and silently chanting Wang's rock "Standup" that would be started later.

"Dalun, are you ready?" Lao Jia shouted loudly outside.

Wang Dalun took a deep breath, as if he felt almost emotional, and shouted outside: "Wait a little."

"What's wrong?" Lao Jia ran over and asked.

"I don't feel very excited." He jumped on the spot like an athlete was about to play, but he still felt a little uneasy.

Lao Jia thought for a while and said, "Why don't you drink some wine?"

"OK!"

Lao Jia poked his head out from behind the curtain and shouted, "Who has the wine?"

He put a bottle of Erguotou in his pocket. Since Wang Dalun set this precedent, there have been many people in the crew imitating it, especially those guys who are addicted to alcohol. During work, he took out a small flat bottle of two taels and sipped it. It was very exciting!

"I have it!" A drama peddler took out a bottle from the bag he carried with him and ran over to him.

Lao Jia personally helped him open the lid, handed it over, "Take a sip."

Wang Dalun took it, took a big sip, it was spicy and refreshing, jumped, and then tilted his neck, and simply dried up all the more than one or two left in the bottle. The wine lined from his throat to his stomach, his whole stomach was hot, his face began to get hot, and sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

"It's almost done!"

"good!"

Old Jia trotted back to the back of the monitor, signaling the music to start, and the extras in the audience became lively.

“atin!”

With the prelude, Wang Dalun took a deep breath, shook his head and tail with the microphone, jumped to the center of the stage, opened his voice and shouted: "The long platform, lonely waiting. The long train carries my short love..."

When I heard it, the extras below, including Lao Jia and others, were stunned. It was not that the one on the stage was not singing well, but that the tone was too strange, but it sounded very novel and satisfying. How to say it, it was probably a mixture of Mr. Cui, Lao Zang and Harin!

"Take something, throw something!"

Wang Yu took the lead in reacting and quickly whispered to remind the extras below.

So banana peels, cigarette boxes and so on were thrown on the stage, whistling, and cheering one after another.

Wang Dalun was unaware of it, closed his eyes and sang and danced on the stage, twisted his butt and shook his arms and legs, and after singing a little knot, he spread his legs, stood still, and shook his head left and right, and his p-color feeling was full!

"Tsk!" Lao Jia couldn't help but smash his mouth, and wanted to stop. The scene was over, but then he thought about it and let him perform himself on stage. In the movie, there is Liang Jingdong's version of "My Chinese Heart", Eryong's self-play and singing, Yang Lina's dance and Zhao Tao's recitation, and Wang Dalun's passage can be used as the finishing touch.

Wang Dalun was also completely excited at this time. He had completely entered Cui Mingliang's world. He sang again with the music, and even danced off the stage, shook hands with the audience and rushed up together...

The plays in the greenhouse were finally successfully filmed within two days. It was quietly in early May, and the Cannes Film Festival was about to open. As early as late April, the organizers announced the shortlist. There was a film on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and the three places in this Cannes Film Festival, namely Wang Mojing's "In the Mood for Flowers", Yang Dechang's "One One" and Jiang Wen's "The Devils Are Coming".

The day the news came, Lao Jia was very silent. Although he said he didn't care, he felt uncomfortable if he really missed it. Perhaps because he was stimulated, he temporarily added a wanted order for the radio in the scene of shooting the station that day: "Yu Liwei, male, 24 years old, from Zhongshan County, Guangdong Province, is about 1.70 meters tall, speaks with a strong Guangdong accent, and is proficient in French."

Except for changing the age to ten years younger, everything else matched Yu Liwei. Everyone felt it was funny. Of course, I don’t know that Yu Liwei’s audience couldn’t feel anything at all, but Lao Jia just wanted to use this self-comedy irony to vent his emotions or to be unwilling to the illegal and underground dilemma of himself and Yu Liwei and other filmmakers.

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Chapter completed!