Studio No. 6 is a big crew, with hundreds of people eating.

Qian Chen failed to go in and was stopped just as he was sending breakfast outside.

The remaining two boxes will be sent to No. 9.

There are few people here on No. 9, but it is very lively.

Because the assistant director was cursing.

Qian Chen listened for a while and was disappointed to find that it was not a pie-in-the-sky thing like "an actor was injured".

I don’t know if they can injure their actors.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on? I don't want to do it anymore, right? This is the first time."

The assistant director took a sip of water and continued to spray.

Several members of the props team lowered their heads, laughed along, and behaved in humble ways.

It seems that even hundreds of years have passed, people still have to distinguish between high and low and make a living.

Just when Qian Chen sighed and wanted to go back.

He suddenly stopped the wheel with his foot.

"Write another one?"

"This calligraphy cost five hundred yuan!"

"Is it too late to ask him to write now? The director and the lead actor will be here at nine o'clock. Go tell the director?"

Five hundred dollars!

Write!

Oops, what a coincidence.

Our family was able to please the emperor and our godfather, all the way from the imperial horse supervisor to the director of the department, the ceremonial supervisor to hold the pen, and the food supervisor to hold the seal. After the godfather was transferred to Nanjing, he was successfully promoted to the director of the Dongchang factory.

Just because I have a few unique skills in my hand.

Among them is calligraphy.

Don't think that all eunuchs are ignorant, there are many talented ones among them.

For example, Qian Chen's godfather Feng Bao is not only a musician, but also a calligrapher.

There are inscriptions and postscripts on "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

It is known as the crown of eunuch calligraphy.

"We... we can also calligraphy, how about I write one for you?"

The assistant director was so angry that he felt dizzy.

Someone next to Leng Buding said something.

His tone was scornful, completely ignoring his angry and bruised face.

This made him blush even more.

"This is the director's request for a close-up. You must have character... Wait, what do you do? Why haven't I seen you before?"

The assistant director didn't know Qian Chen, so he realized there was a stranger among them.

There was an extra in the crew who knew Qian Chen.

But they won't take the initiative to stand up. The assistant director is worried that no one will vent his anger.

"This is the calligraphy. It's not very good. Bring me a pen and paper. I'll write a better one for you. If you don't do it, I won't charge you."

Qian Chen is too lazy to make excuses with these people. If given a chance, I will try. If not, I will quickly find the next one.

Countdown to 91 hours, 31 minutes and 13 seconds!

Our factory's life is measured in seconds.

This crew is not a grass-roots team, and they are all good at serving Hua Dao, otherwise they wouldn't be picky about a pair of damaged characters.

So I have paper and pen.

Qian Chen rolled up his sleeves and started copying without saying a word.

The quality of the paper is really good, better than the ones in the palace. The pen and ink are a little less interesting, but it doesn't affect his performance.

And the content is not difficult for him.

"... With the emperor's concubines by his side, it is advisable to be wary of lust. How lucky is it that the ten handsome men opened the deceitful door and doted on the Zheng family. The reserve should have been built but was not. The disease lies in lust..."

Alas, it is probably written by the minister to the emperor again.

We advise you not to meddle in other people's business.

It's strange that the emperor can listen.

If you were the emperor, and I asked you not to "love lust," would you be able to withstand it?

However, this emperor's "How lucky is it that ten handsome men can open a deceitful door" is too much.

Even the little eunuch took action.

Pooh!

Soon, a word was finished.

From an artistic point of view, the assistant director doesn't even know a thing. At most, he can tell the difference between good and bad.

No matter how you look at it, I think Qian Chen’s writing is better.

And it's also in traditional Chinese.

"How much?" The assistant director decided to take this as the top answer.

"Do you have a role suitable for me?" Qian Chen wanted to play a role and complete the system tasks first.

One hundred points are awarded, which is one hundred hours.

"No!" The assistant director looked at Qian Chen and shook his head decisively.

"That one thousand!" Qian Chenshizi said loudly.

"No, five hundred. The previous one was written for five hundred. Now I'll give you five hundred." The assistant director thought five hundred was acceptable.

"Okay, give me the money."

The highest record sold by the factory owner for a calligraphy was eight thousand taels of silver. In addition to giving the calligraphy, he also helped arrange an errand for the Chief Secretary.

Once you get here, there's nothing you can do about it.

This is a Hengdian, it’s just props for the crew, so it’s impossible to give too much.

A three thousand yuan umbrella is enough to fool the coal boss.

Qian Chen didn't trust the newly released Fortune Treasures and chose to accept cash.

Five scraps of paper were the price of the calligraphy he had just written.

It's not too difficult, but the money is a bit short.

It’s not as fast as making money by ransacking your home.

"Who is that? Don't talk nonsense when you go out. This matter must be kept secret today. I will come back to you if I have such an opportunity later."

The assistant director looked at the calligraphy carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he thought it was bullshit.

Talent.

It's a pity that you are too good-looking and good-looking. If you were put into the crew, I would immediately offend the first and second male lead.

"Okay, okay." The factory owner, who was about to leave coldly, immediately transformed into Xiao Chenzi.

After adding his contact information, Qian Chen pedaled back to the restaurant.

Then Zheng Chuanhe complained about his low efficiency.

"Something delayed me. Shed No. 9 asked me to write some subtitles, and I made five hundred yuan." Qian Chen wasn't angry either.

"Are you the one writing?" Zheng Chuanhe, who was loading lunch boxes into the car, was shocked.

"What's wrong with me knowing how to write calligraphy?"

"Write it to me."

"Write it somewhere, do you have pen and ink?"

"Xiao Wan, go and lay out the pen and ink, and the scroll I brought back yesterday."

Xiaowan is his daughter, and she grew up at home after graduating from high school.

Everything is ready quickly.

But Qian Chen sensed something was wrong.

"Old Zheng, you are trying to live in vain."
To be continued...