"Puyuan, morning."

As soon as he entered the rehearsal theater, Xu Rong saw Pu Cunxi sitting on a stool in a corner, holding a script in one hand and writing something on it with a pen in the other.

Pu Cunxi heard the sound, raised his head, looked at Xu Rong, who had changed into a shirt, trousers and leather shoes today, and asked with a smile: "Are the reporters at the door waiting for you?"

"It should be."

Pu Cunxi looked at him carefully for a while and saw that his steps were still steady and he was not complacent about performing another hit movie. He nodded and said, "Not bad."

Xu Rong also found a corner. After sitting down, he looked at Pu Cunxi, opened the script, scanned two lines, raised his head leisurely, and asked: "Puyuan, I don't understand. Why doesn't the courtyard give actors a raise?"

Where’s the performance subsidy?”

In his spare time, he also thought about the reasons for the sharp decline in the overall level of people and art.

It wasn't until I discovered that there was an inexplicable extra 1,500 yuan on my card in recent months that I thought about it for a long time and finally figured out the origin of the money.

This is the salary paid to me by the hospital.

After receiving the Feitian Award, he was still rated as a third-level actor even though he had not participated in even one drama performance.

Come to think of it, even a first-class actor's monthly salary is only two to three thousand yuan, plus various rehearsal and performance subsidies, the monthly salary is only ten thousand yuan at best.

It sounds like a lot, but with the current house prices starting at 50,000 yuan in the four inner city districts, it is simply impossible to survive.

In the era of planned economy, humanities and arts are the iron rice bowl. Coupled with the country's attention, talents from all walks of life gather together, and a combination of various reasons has resulted in the success of humanities and arts.

But in the era of market economy, this method no longer works. No one can expect people to dedicate themselves to art on an empty stomach. Since there are options to make more money and pay less, why bother to stay in the hospital in misery?

inside?

Even if you really love it.

Pu Cunxi pondered for a while and said: "Our salary standards are determined by the personnel bureau. If the subsidy is too high, it may not be a good thing."

Xu Rong frowned slightly and asked, "How do you say it?"

Pu Cunxi hesitated for a moment and said: "Actually, you should also understand that there are already many idle people in the courtyard. If the treatment is further improved, this kind of disadvantages will only become more and more serious."

Xu Rong was silent when he heard this. This kind of phenomenon cannot be avoided anywhere. Let alone the theater, there are many people like this in the crew.

People either come here to eat meat, or they just want to drink some soup.

But even soup is limited. Once the staff is fully occupied, even if there are suitable talents, there will be no room left.

Lin Zhaohua was disgusted with this at the beginning, so he angrily left the art industry and established his own studio.

Pu Cunxi didn't want to talk more about this topic, so as not to dampen Xu Rong's enthusiasm, so he said instead: "Have you heard about the bet I made with Director Gu?"

"Well, I heard a little bit."

Pu Cunxi looked at him with a smile: "Are you confident?"

Xu Rong shook his head without hesitation: "No!"

The smile on Pu Cunxi's face suddenly stopped, but after thinking of yesterday's rehearsal, he couldn't help but be speechless.

After waiting for a long time, he asked again: "Do you have any good ideas?"

Xu Rong shook his head first, paused, and then said uncertainly: "Read the script?"

"Is it useful?"

"It's better to treat a dead horse as a living doctor. I now understand that it is impossible to get it right in one step. Only by reading the script dozens or hundreds of times and arranging it while reading can it be possible. In addition to this, there are also

Is there any good way?"

What he meant by reading the script was, of course, not just reading it casually, but constantly repeating the dialogue between the characters during the positioning process, thereby helping the actors find the state of the characters.

As for external expression, it can only be done step by step.

Xu Rong glanced down at his watch and said, "It's almost eight o'clock, why hasn't anyone come yet?"

"Go to work at nine o'clock."

Xu Rong couldn't say anything else. After all, it was not a performance, and he couldn't be like the crew, getting up from bed and rushing to the set four or five times a day.

Pu Cunxi knew that he had already studied the script thoroughly, so he suggested: "Let's try it first?"

Xu Rong became a little more interested and said, "Just give it a try."

The two of them each put down their scripts, walked on stage, and started rehearsing.

About ten minutes later, a tall figure came to the entrance of the theater, but it seemed that he had heard the sounds in the theater a long time ago and did not come in immediately.

"Then I ask you to completely change your current behavior for the sake of your biological mother."

"Yes, Dad, that was my moment of absurdity."

"My family is the most complete and orderly family in my opinion. I also think that my sons are still healthy children. The children I have educated..."

"Hahaha."

"Isn't that almost true?"

"Start over, you adjust yours, and I'll adjust mine."

Yu Zhen folded his arms and leaned against the door frame. The two people on the stage were both familiar to him, but they could not be said to be familiar to him.

One of them is a kind executive vice president, and the other is a big shot in the film and television industry. To him, they are both too far away.

He went out earlier today because he had a fight with his wife just ten minutes ago. He really didn't want to fight anymore. Every time before entering the house, he persuaded himself to calm down and not get angry, but when he entered the house

, I couldn’t finish three sentences, and my anger rushed straight to my forehead.

Looking at the two figures on the stage who had arranged a few words a dozen times, he still had no intention of entering and just stood there quietly.

This was a rare tranquility, especially as the two people cooperated more and more tacitly, it gave him a long-lost tranquility in his heart.

The thunderstorm on the stage did not break out, but above his head, thunder roared every moment.

Looking at the old man and the young man on the stage, he was a little envious, mixed with confusion.

He envied them for being able to put aside distracting thoughts and devote their energy to the play without sleep or food, but it was difficult to understand why they were still working so hard when they had reached such a high level?

"Teacher Yu, how did you..."

"Shh."

Xin Yue hurriedly closed her mouth, looked at Yu Zhen curiously, who signaled her to be silent, and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

Yu Zhen stretched out his index finger and pointed into the theater.

Xin Yue quietly leaned her head over from beside Yu Zhen and looked at the two people on the stage. She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and whispered: "The two teachers came so early."

"Um."

At a certain moment, Pu Cunxi suddenly stopped and shouted towards the door: "Dahai, Sifeng, what are you doing standing at the door? Why don't you come over quickly?"

When the two of them heard Pu Cunxi's shout, they didn't dare to delay and trotted all the way to the audience.

Pu Cunxi and Xu Rong looked at each other and said without any nonsense: "Come on, let's rehearse directly. As long as the lines are pronounced correctly, don't stop."

Yu Zhen and Xin Yue were stunned for a moment and said hurriedly: "Okay."

Zhang Wankun was the fifth to arrive. Looking at the busy four people on the stage, he lowered his footsteps and trotted all the way to the side of the stage. When it was time for him to come on stage, he walked directly onto the stage without being reminded.

Similar scenes were happening one after another, especially when Zhu Xiaopeng, who arrived at the last pressing point, found that he was the last one to arrive. He first looked down at the time.

It's nine o'clock sharp and I'm not late.

But the anxiety in my heart was not alleviated by the fact that the minute hand of the watch had not yet fully pointed to "12".

Fortunately, no one blamed him.

After everyone finally took their places and finished the arrangement completely, Xu Rong and Pu Cunxi looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.

By accident, they seemed to have found a better way.

When the atmosphere is well established, everyone's level of involvement will naturally increase.

And their requirements are not as high as those of Mr. Zheng Rong. As long as this time is better than the last time and this time is more "real" than the last time, they will be satisfied.

Anyway, there’s still a month left, so don’t rush.

At noon, when a group of people were carrying lunch boxes and stuffing them into their mouths, Pu Cunxi was chatting. The conversation changed and he looked at Xu Rong and asked: "Xu Rong, why did you come to Renyi in the first place? At that time, you

So popular?"

At this time, everyone stopped chatting and turned their attention to Xu Rong.

Xu Rong came to Renyi. They were not curious. It was to solve the household registration problem. Many people registered in Guohua for this purpose. At the same time, they also wanted to find a big tree for themselves to shade.

However, Xu Rongzhen rehearsed and participated in the performance, which they did not expect, because in the same time, with his current popularity and fame, he could earn wealth that many people would be unable to achieve in their lifetime.

And rehearsing in the courtyard day and night, not to mention tired, it only costs 40,000 to 50,000 yuan to last.

Xu Rong glanced at Pu Cunxi and thought, "How did I get here? Don't you know better than me?"

But he also understood Pu Cunxi's intention, which was to set up the fire and prepare the ingredients for him to make a pot of fresh, thick and delicious chicken soup.

Xu Rong thought for a while and said: "I used to really want to play a kind of role, that of An Jiahe. In fact, the main reason was that Teacher Feng Yuanzheng's portrayal was so good. The year before last, by chance, I collaborated with Wu Gang on "Latent"

, he stunned me in the first scene. At that time, I truly realized the power of talent. Even a relatively unknown actor has top-notch professional abilities in the industry."
To be continued...