"Everyone is preparing to do it. Now it's officially started shooting. Repeat it once. Now it's officially started shooting!" The sound of the scene has been ringing several times, but there is still a bit of chaos on the set, either it's wrong here or there is something wrong.

The director finally had to take over the speaker: "It's all quiet now! Let the venue assistant guide you, and the person who finds your position should not move around! Then remember your position and don't have any problems!"

With these words, the set became more noisy again than before, but it quickly calmed down.

"Is this how it is filmed these two days?" Sean, who stood on the set to see all this, couldn't help but ask Vladimir.

"It was okay yesterday, but today is indeed a little messy. After all, this is the first big scene." Vladimir explained.

"Just like this, the appearance of about ten people is a big scene?" Sean couldn't help but sarcastic.

As August was about to pass, "My Grand Greek Wedding" invested and produced by Zoom Reincarnation Pictures finally started filming in Vancouver. As the company's boss and the investor of the film, Sean, who was named among the producers, naturally wanted to come and watch it. This is the first movie he made.

However, after watching it, I was a little disappointed. Both the scene dispatch and the quality of the personnel were not satisfactory. Although the director, photographer and others were quite experienced and had considerable resumes, they were even worse than the first-class personnel - even those at the top of the second-rate.

"They are still in the running-in period, and this situation is within the normal range," Vladimir defended him a few words, "and they will not affect the progress. These have been considered when making plans."

"Todd, the director told me that this shot was cancelled by you, why?" A voice came at this time, and then Niya Vadalas, who was holding the script, appeared in front of the two.

"Hello, Sean, I really didn't expect you to be here." She immediately discovered Sean.

"At this time, the first movie I made should come and watch it when it is turned on, and show my support." Sean smiled and shook hands with her.

"That's great," Niya thought of something and handed the script in her hand to him. "I had already discussed it with the director. This shot, this 360-degree rotating shot, is just used to show Tula's inner world, but for some reason, Todd canceled it after watching it."

"The budget is not enough," Vladimir shrugged after Sean looked over, "Our budget is already very tight, and all expenses need to be carefully calculated. This shot was discussed after coming to Vancouver. It is naturally not planned, and the cost is three or four times that of ordinary shots, so I rejected it."

"But this shot is very important, and it is one of the specific manifestations of Tula's mental activities. I think it is very necessary to keep it," Niya said and looked at Sean, "I need your support, Sean."

This woman...Shawn had the urge to roll her eyes. The key to getting the script from Niya was that they promised her to play the heroine and respect her script to the greatest extent.

Even so, the other party still hesitated for a long time. After all, Reincarnation Film has only been established for a few months, and as the boss, Sean is a young man who has just reached 20. Also because of this, in order to ensure that the producer leads everything, Vladimir, who serves as executive producer, needs to play the villain, while as a producer, Sean, who has always appeared on the crew, needs to play the good person.

For things like today, once Vladimir has made a decision, Sean will at most comfort Niya without overturning the decision. Unexpectedly, the woman pulled him in as if she had forgotten this point. I don’t know if she did it on purpose or really think that he was a 20-year-old young man who was not good at anything.

However, Sean had just experienced the matter of eliminating the conflict between Zach and Schumacher and Cohen, and was quite easy to deal with this problem. He immediately looked at Vladimir: "Is that true?"

"I stand by my opinion." Vladimir spread his hands.

"Well..." Sean thought carefully, "Todd is right. After all, this is a rule set at the beginning, but Niya's opinion must also be considered. We also said that you should respect your opinion..."

He suddenly raised his head and smiled: "Let's do it like this, don't be busy shooting this shot, keep it first, and we will continue as planned. Then, save as much as possible in the middle. If there is still abundant funds when sealing the mirror, then do some reshoots. I think this is not difficult."

"That's fine," Vladimir said immediately, "If everyone is in good condition, many shots will be passed at once, then it will definitely save a lot."

Since all the words were said, Niya couldn't ask for anything anymore, so she nodded and accepted it and left immediately.

"I almost thought you would agree." After Niya left, Vladimir said this half-jokingly.

"How is that possible?" Sean shook his head, "The budget is all set. As a producer, overspending is absolutely unacceptable, even James Cameron, this is what you taught me."

"The last sentence is not what I said." Vladimir immediately quipped and defended.

"I know, I'm just giving an example," Sean laughed, "even if James Cameron wants to overspending, it's not my turn to pay for it-all goes well?"

This sudden turn was insane, but Vladimir knew what he meant and nodded immediately: "It's going well, don't worry."

Although the actual cost is only about 3 million, the cost on the book is 6 million, so the account must be done from the beginning, and many of the reduced fees have to be spent and returned, so Sean asked this - since all Hollywood does this, there is no need to be out of it.

"Since everything goes well, I'm back and I'll leave it all here to you, Todd." Sean stretched, and Garen ran over at this time.

"Sandy's phone." He handed the phone in front of him.

"Great." Sean, who knew what would be, immediately took it, "Hey, Sandy, how are you?"

"I'll email all the information to your email address. Please read it yourself. If you have any questions, please call me." Sanders said there, because he did not follow him to Canada because of the task Sean had assigned him before.

"Okay." After answering a brief answer, Sean asked where to access the Internet, he immediately asked Garen to bring his laptop over.

Soon he opened the email from Sanders and looked carefully for a few seconds. After just a few lines passed, Sean's expression changed slightly, and he was a little excited, as if saying: As expected, he spent some time reading the content of the story and the storyline roughly, and he immediately called Sanders.

"Very good, Sandy, that's it, thank you for your hard work." Sean said happily, "I'll be back soon..."

He suddenly stopped, then turned his eyes, as if he thought of something: "I'll be back soon, and you can communicate with Fred before that. I want the role of the prop teacher, okay?"

"The role of props?" Sanders sighed softly over there, as if helpless, "Okay, I get it."

"Then I'll call Fred right away." Sean knew that he had guessed roughly what he wanted to do, so he hung up the phone with a smile, and called the agent again.

"Hey, Sean, aren't you going to Vancouver? Why are you calling me if you have time? Or is there something wrong with the filming that I need to solve?" Frederick's haha ​​voice came from there soon.

"That's it, Fred," Sean paused, "I have a message to tell you, you'd better be mentally prepared."

"Psychologically prepared? Did you see any script you wanted on my desk again?" the agent asked jokingly.

Sean couldn't help pinching his nose: "I have to say, Fred, your intuition is very accurate."

"Of course...wait! Are you really flipping through the script on my desk again?" Frederick's voice suddenly became much louder, making Sean farther away for a while.

"I've asked Sandy to investigate for a preliminary investigation, and he will come to talk to you soon. I want the role of the prop master, that's it." Sean hung up the phone quickly and then let out a long sigh.

Okay, the next thing is your own business.

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"Here, Sandy." Frederick's voice came as Sanders walked into the restaurant, and he was waving to himself in the seat by the window.

Taking a deep breath, Sanders walked over, sat down and nodded calmly: "Hello, Fred."

He hesitated for a few seconds, looked around and said again: "Frankly speaking, I didn't expect you to meet me here."

"I think the Chinese food made by Garen tastes very good, and you also like it, so I want to try Chinese food from different restaurants. I don't think you mind?" said that, before Sanders answered, Frederick had waved to the waiter to come.

Sanders didn't say much, and remained calm. After ordering, he chatted with Frederick casually.

"Adriana Lima? Good choice, Sean is very sensible. Victoria's Secret models are much better than those who look like bones, especially the upper body. It is difficult to become a lingerie model without a pair of plump upper body. I am really envious." As the lunch progressed, Frederick led the topic to women.

"What about you, Sandy, don't tell me that you don't have a date. This is Los Angeles, and you want to sleep with celebrities and get a lot of flesh and blood." He laughed, as if there was no gap between them.

"But I'm not a star, and I don't have the ability to deal with women, either." Sanders shrugged.

"That's not necessarily. You are the star's assistant. With this, the flesh and blood will lean on you." Frederick laughed, and there seemed to be something in his words.

"I said, are we going to talk about women today and keep talking?" Sanders finally asked.
Chapter completed!