After spending the most difficult shooting schedule, Zhang Shaohua and Liu Changsheng, several veteran actors, finished the filming. After leaving the group, the filming of "The North Wind Blows" officially entered the sprint stage.

"Old Gao, don't just eat, let's talk about it?"

Miao Chenshan, who was darker than before, held the lunch box, tilted his legs beside the wall, and shouted at Gao Yalin, the chubby producer director not far away.

The sprinting stage is not easier than before, and the shooting rhythm is still tight. There are still many big nights that should be endured for a minute, but it is different from the difficult part of the previous shooting, because the remaining scenes can be seen at the end, just like a lonely man in the long night finally seeing the fire. Whether it is the young man who is already at the end of his strength or the old loach who is not smooth, his spirit is raised a little bit compared to the past.

It can be finished in ten days at most!

But no matter how realistic the hope is, the current fatigue is real. After half a day of filming, physiological fatigue also exists objectively. Miao Chenshan, as the first deputy director, has more things, more complicated and more tired, but he understands better that at this time, he still has to cheer up everyone who is equally tired in the group.

In each group, there are always one or two people who are good at engaging in the atmosphere. As Xu Rong is "middle-aged", the jokes are getting less and less, and this character can no longer count on him. As the director of the production, Gao Yalin, who is from the Northeast, has a humorous appearance, and can also make a commentary book, is naturally unstoppable.

"This... it's not a long time before work is about to start." The chubby Gao Yalin pulled the rice into his mouth, and said in a daze.

He didn't want to talk much. It took only half an hour to eat for lunch. It took only a few minutes to speak. After a while, his voice was not moist and bright, so he had to start work again. Not only did he not listened to it, but he didn't feel happy.

"It's early, there are still twenty minutes left."

"That's right, Director Gao, say one thing after another."

Xu Rong looked at it with a smile. This was the norm for the crew. Zhang Shaohua had also shown it once before, and Gao Yalin also learned it.

But he compared it before and after, and did not find out what Gao Yalin had learned.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, especially director An Jian, who also gave him a complimentary look, Gao Yalin showed a smug smile on his round face, and only cleared his throat slightly, and said, "Okay, let's talk about it, everyone, I said last time..."

After listening to Gao Yalin's spitting, Xu Rong was about to find Sui Yuyang to talk to him, and was about to wait for the scene to shoot. He just took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Xu Xing. By chance, he called in.

What's more coincidental is that his cell phone rang twice, and the cell phone in An Jian's pocket, which was getting up at the same time, also rang.

Xu Rong looked at An Jian with a strange look on his face, and he was also surprised to pinch his cell phone and looked at him, neither of them spoke.

"Hello."

The content of the call is quite short, but the amount of information is quite large.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Rong looked at An Jian and guessed from his expression that he should have received similar news. He approached a little and asked in a low voice: "Brother Jian, what is the concept of an magnitude 8 earthquake?"

An Jian looked calm and slowly sighed, whispered: "You know the Tangshan earthquake, it's magnitude 7.8, but the buildings at that time were incomparable to now. Now they are all tall buildings, like cages. If something happens, they will not be able to get out at all. I guess many people will die."

"But now the machinery and equipment are much more advanced than that time, so the efficiency of rescue should be a little higher."

"I hope so."

As more and more calls came in, the crew's plan to start construction was delayed for a while, especially the team's several staff members from Sichuan Province were staff members, so they had no intention of working.

After ten minutes, a 20-year-old girl from the art team rushed to An Jian like crazy, with tears in her eyes, holding her cell phone tightly, and said, "Director, can I take a few days off? My house is in the epicenter, and the phone has not been reached...Wuwuwu."

Yan Ni, who was beside him, saw the little girl's tears falling, hurried forward and hugged her, patted her shoulder, and comforted her repeatedly.

An Jian's face suddenly became much more serious. He first looked at the leader of the art team, and nodded when he saw the other party, and then said softly: "Xiao Wang, don't be anxious. Now the phone cannot be reached. I guess it is very likely that the communication facilities are destroyed, so I can't contact you. You can go back to the hotel to pack up your things, continue to contact, and ask the airport and station if you can go back now."

After comforting Xiao Wang from the art team and sending her back to the hotel, Miao Chenshan began to urge the teams to prepare for filming at An Jian's instructions.

"Now everyone's mood is not very stable, why not wait?"

An Jian sighed and said, "You can't wait. What if, I mean, if there are too many people dying and asking all entertainment industries to close?"

"The dead are dead, but the living must live well."

An Jian wanted to shoot as usual, but the plan failed to complete.

The crew's minds, because of the different affiliations, were almost blown up in half the afternoon.

Xu Rong was similar here, from his hometown, from his school, from his company, from his visual association, almost all of them ran over.

Donate.

He joined the Television Association and was recommended by Li Youbin.

The phone number from my hometown was called from the county, and my tone was quite polite, but I asked him to donate 10 million yuan when I opened my mouth. The school was better, and it was all based on voluntary work.

The company means that it depends on the situation, because this is a place where seniority is ranked. Others donate 100. If he donates 200, it will make his colleagues look dull. If it is compared by the media, it will have to make enemies.

Living in such a circle, even if you are kind, you cannot rely solely on your preferences.

That night, Xu Rong took the time to browse some news and looked at the shocking scenes. He could no longer regard this incident as an isolated incident or a natural disaster in the noun.

They were living lives and broken families.

Turning off the computer, he was silent for a long time. Until his depression in his heart was relieved, he took his cell phone, called Jin Fangfang, and said, "Hey, are you busy?"

"It's OK, you said."

"How much do you usually donate like me like this?"

"It doesn't take 50,000 to 200,000. Some people earn more, while others earn less, and they can't force it. And the donated money may not be able to really use the places that should be used."

"Is it 200,000? Contact Baiqueling, we will jointly donate and advance my endorsement fee for next year. I'll ask if I can raise 10 million."

"Oh, why do you pay for it alone? Your endorsement fee is 1,200 yuan. You have to join the company and let Baiqueling make up to see if you can make up 30,000 yuan or 50 million yuan."

"That's fine, tell Guo Si what I mean."

Xu Rong hung up the phone, thought for a while, and then hurriedly sent a message: "Donate materials, not cash, the two parties jointly sent someone to preside over this work."

He also understood that although there were also certain losses in the process of donating materials, intercepting and cashing, just like watching Gao Yalin who was busy all day long, it should be no big problem to change a car after the filming of the show, but compared to the cash that can pluck it layer by layer, the loss of materials can be at least less.

The entertainment industry was moving quickly. After several leading figures in the industry were forced to make a statement, Xu Rong finally donated 150,000 yuan in his personal name through the company and donated 30 million yuan with Baiqueling. The school also asked Xiao Zhang to dig out 500 yuan from the food fee, while the hometown had 20,000 yuan.

The 150,000 yuan in the company and 500 yuan in the school are ranked according to qualifications and status. As for the 20,000 yuan remitted to the hometown, it is regarded as giving back to the parents and villagers.

Xu Rong didn't think there was anything wrong with the few leading artists donated in the process. No one's money was blown by the wind. Donating was a right or an obligation. As long as you donate, it was a heart.

But then, the wind direction gradually became a little bit wrong.

A group of artists began to go to the disaster area, with long guns and short cannons around them, rushing and reporting, and their majesty was comparable to that of the senior national leaders, and even had a slight surplus. At the same time, various media began to advocate that whoever donated so much and whoever rushed to the disaster area to express condolences.

Tears were shed on the scene, and the scene was extremely touching.

However, when the list of donations for artists was exposed, the general public suddenly had an uproar, and there was a general public harsh criticism and dissatisfaction. In the past, it was always reported that artists earn tens of millions or even hundreds of millions a year. When they appeared on the screen, they were anxious one by one, but why did they keep making money?

Xu Rong also noticed these remarks because many movie fans on his blog left messages, including some of them with intense remarks.

He was like all his colleagues and did not respond. The essence of the matter was not the question of how much he personally donated, but the gradually widening gap between the rich and the poor and the dissatisfaction accumulated by deeper conflicts. It was just that the artist was in the spotlight and coincided with the occasion and became the outbreak of the contradictions.

In this process, the donated many people suddenly stood out and stood out.

Xu Rong was not among the ranks. First of all, the materials were still being prepared. In addition, Hairun and Baiqueling did not pay special money to report to the media. The part of his donation exposed was only through the company's personal donations.

"Xu Rong, the first batch of supplies has been prepared. We must find the media to promote it. They have already made a profit and made a lot of money. Taking advantage of this opportunity to show their faces, they have received a lot of endorsements at once."

"I suggest you take a few days off as soon as possible and rush to the scene with our supplies. Then I contact four or five media outlets to follow up the whole process."

Faced with Guo Si's urging, Xu Rong refused her proposal after a while of silence.

He did not agree with what Gao Mantang said to him a while ago, but he thought about it seriously and extended it to more.

"When one day Dao moves his butt, hey, you will find that you are a living Don Quixote."

This sentence is just an introduction. He didn't know whether Gao Mantang was intentional or unintentional, but his influence was longer than Ni Dahong's kneeling during the filming of "The Ming Dynasty", and it echoed as grand as a big bell.

When he had just satisfied his food and clothing, Ni Dahong's kneeling told him how to be a good actor. Now he has become famous and his career is booming. Gao Mantang's words made him start thinking about how to be a good actor.

Xiao Wang from the art team still couldn't go back, but news from her family came, and her father unfortunately died.

Xiao Wang's name is Wang Yaqin, with a high forehead, double eyelids, and big eyes. She just came out of school. She has the unique stinginess and straightforwardness of Sichuan girls, but she never feels offensive. She is very popular with colleagues in the crew on weekdays, but now that her relatives are killed, she can't go back and can only worry in the hotel.

When discussing the finale of "North Wind" with An Jian and Gao Mantang in the evening, Xu Rong hesitated for a long time and suddenly asked: "Old Gao, Brother Jian, do you think we should donate some money to Xiao Wang? Her family has suffered a disaster and needs to be rebuilt, which probably will cost a lot of money. In addition, I heard that she has two younger brothers and sisters in her teens who are in their teens at school."

An Jian and Gao Mantang looked at each other, sighed, and said, "There are only a few dozen people in the group, and it is not easy for everyone to make money. I have thought about what you said before, just because I am afraid that I can't give it a little bit after going back."

"No matter how much it is, it's all about your heart."

Gao Mantang pondered for a while and said, "Donate, and call Lao Miao to come over and discuss it later, and there is no need to force the amount to be requested. Everyone depends entirely on their own."

After Gao Mantang finished speaking, he looked up at Xu Rong and asked, "How much did you donate?"

Xu Rong thought for a while and said, "It's about 100,000."

"Are you crazy?" An Jian looked at him with a tongue, "I read the news and said that you donated 150,000 yuan before, but now you have to donate 100,000 yuan at once?"

Xu Rong nodded first and said, "Let's calculate that the family of four is divided into houses in the future, but Xiao Wang will definitely have to carry the food, clothing and expenses of the family alone. In addition, her younger brother and sister have to go to school. If there is no savings of more than 100,000 yuan, the little money she earns will probably be enough to barely maintain daily expenses. Moreover, I heard that she is already twenty-three years old, and a girl who is a family with her family will marry her. How can she get married? When she supports her younger brother and sister, she may be in her thirties."

Originally, Xu Rong planned to do the donation to Wang Yaqin by himself, but after getting along with him for the past two months, he was quite familiar with An Jian and Gao Man-Tang, so he wanted to ask for their opinions. If they directly agree, then donate. If they don't agree, then he will do it himself.

An Jian nodded constantly, and when Xu Rong finished speaking, he patted his thighs a few times and said, "This way, Lao Gao, let's make up 150,000 yuan, which should be enough for her younger brothers and sisters to finish college. We should not let the people in the group donate. Let's share the three of us, each of them will pay 50,000 yuan. No matter what, work together. Since we have the ability to help, we will help you, and you will be accumulating virtue. How about it?"

"I'm fine, by the way, let's do this quietly and remind Xiao Wang not to tell anyone, especially the media."

Gao Mantang pondered for a while, looked at the puzzled expressions of the two, and added: "It's too sensitive now. Whether to donate or not, how much is not right. And if you donate this, others think that you can get money from you and come to you. Should you donate or not? Sun Li used to lose money and lose reputation because of this."
Chapter completed!